Chapter 006: Brawls, Human Bombs, and Lolis

However, there is a saying in the East that aptly states, due to the factor of speed, planned matters are always subject to disruption by unforeseen changes

Constantine's expression changed dramatically as he noticed several later thugs, each wielding a crossbow—this type of bow that can fire twice in succession has already become a regulated weapon in this era. Although these weapons appeared quite crudely made, at this distance, the sheer number of them would likely create a rain of arrows that even the most formidable martial artist might not be able to guarantee their escape from.

The likelihood of a person being a killer is naturally much lower when they are being guarded by someone. However, serving as a semi-free bodyguard is indeed a good option

Although Konstantin knew that the public security of the cities in this world was completely incomparable to that of the era he was familiar with after arriving in this world, it was still too coincidental that a large-scale brawl occurred in the capital just as he had just received permission to travel, and right before their eyes

As the plan progressed with the flow of people towards the exit of the market, some changes occurred—loud screams echoed from across the street. Konstantin immediately noticed an old, rudimentary cart racing towards them, pulled by two worn-out horses. Suddenly, one of the horses let out a piercing neigh and collapsed to one side, but the cart was not so easily brought to a halt. Due to inertia, the cart continued to push the two horses forward, sparks flying as the front edge of the cart scraped against the ground, and the horses' legs were left bloodied from the friction with the earth. The unfortunate horses left two long trails of blood on the cobblestone road.

The four burly men in gray robes looked very familiar, as if... no, Constantine immediately recognized them as the few he had encountered at the auction. Behind them, as expected, was the young girl in the Gothic-style long dress. Thus, Constantine did not hesitate to seize a gap and squeezed himself into the small space opened up by the long swords.

Fool! What are you trying to defend at this moment? Can't you see they are just looking for trouble? Konstantin's lips curled as he muttered lowly about the foolishness of several knights, or perhaps this is what they call chivalry.

The approach of the youth elicited a sharp inquiry, yet it was not accompanied by any immediate aggression—clearly, the threat posed by a child was deemed minimal in their eyes. Moreover, the child's attire did not resemble that of the commoners, and the excessively ornate weapon he carried further indicated his identity

At this moment, both sides had finished their intense verbal exchanges and began to fight. The four bodyguards were clearly well-trained, while the larger group consisted merely of a rabble. However, this rabble was fiercely fearless, resulting in a chaotic and evenly matched brawl. Some passersby, along with the remaining shopkeepers and attendants, gradually became swept up in the tumultuous flow, as debris, bricks, and blood splattered everywhere, making the scene exceedingly noisy

However, this advantage did not last long; with a call, six or seven crossbow bolts appeared from another angle, flying towards the four individuals with a sharp sound of slicing through the air

This dagger is not long; it is merely more agile than a stiletto, making it suitable for self-defense... Moreover, it is easier to apply force with than a stiletto. The young man casually offered several reasons in response, while skillfully spinning the small dagger in circles in his hand. He certainly would not reveal that his true intention was to obtain the inconspicuous amulet from the book. The son of a duke, engaging in theft—such a matter, if it were to spread, would be problematic enough; just letting the old steward find out would be sufficient for him to receive a few lashes. This elderly man was not always so lenient in his discipline.

According to the original plan, the next should be a sumptuous yet simple lunch, featuring creamy lentils with roasted lamb, pies filled with scallions and minced beef, and golden-fried fish pies. Although these dishes are far from the hometown delicacies remembered by Konstantin, they are still considered quite good in this world

Unfortunately, this attack was clearly the result of meticulous planning and was not so simple.

Young master, very few people can skillfully wield Zhaor's curved blade; for the most part, it is merely used as a decorative item

That should not be some counterfeit individual... While garments resembling a mage's robe may not be difficult to sew, it is certainly not easy to forge the radiance emanating from the staff, nor is there any necessity to do so. Moreover, the effect of the spell just now clearly indicates that this magician before me is undoubtedly a mage whom various families would be willing to pay a high price to acquire.

The chaotic shouts caused people to scatter in all directions, as six or seven individuals wielding makeshift wolf-tooth clubs and crude machetes rushed over. It was unclear what criteria they were using to make their judgments, but upon seeing a few individuals armed with long swords, they charged forward amidst a flurry of curses, completely disregarding any defense from the other side. Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of clashing and banging.

Constantine cursed, realizing that even though his soul was so close to that of an adult, his current body was merely that of a thirteen-year-old child. Despite having undergone training, his muscles could not exert much influence in the face of a crowd composed of dozens or even hundreds of people. In such a chaotic situation, his height of less than four feet was indeed a considerable disadvantage—before he could even let out a scream, the boy was engulfed by the tide of people.

Street fights had become a rare sight in the dimension he was familiar with—within the environment of a harmonious society, the most notorious ruffians in his memory would at most wield small items like pocket knives and iron chains. Such grand displays of long swords and mace-like weapons were scenes that only occasionally appeared in movies. However, having been away from that time and space for so long, he had not witnessed the spectacle of someone like Brother Haonan leading a couple of hundred followers onto the streets in quite some time

The astonishing scene left everyone breathless, but the leading man immediately reacted. With his roar, another wave of three crossbow bolts finally pierced through the already weakened human wall, viciously lunging towards the girl.

Constantine was taken aback, and then realized that the situation was indeed somewhat unusual—generally speaking, street fights should have some corresponding purpose, such as seeking revenge or causing trouble in enemy territory. Although they may lead to temporary chaos, it is usually not too severe, and considering how to avoid subsequent capture by law enforcement, gang fights typically have their own rules, which absolutely do not allow for the involvement of bystanders. However, what was happening before him clearly violated this unwritten agreement.

Amidst the hoarse shouts filled with pride, only a few characters were uttered before it abruptly ceased... He was attempting to pull the young girl into his embrace, placing a dagger against her throat, when a sudden chill surged from his chin, transforming into a sharp pain! Blood then gushed wildly from his open mouth, silencing any further words he might have spoken!

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The poor fellow emitted gurgling sounds from his throat, at which point he realized that the hostage he had just captured had somehow distanced herself from him. He struggled to retreat a few steps, his hands frantically trying to cover the spurting blood, but it was all in vain. Soon, the crimson liquid was mixed with some white substance, and he could only helplessly collapse, his bulging eyes filled with astonishment, staring fixedly at the hostage he had held just moments ago. At that moment, the seemingly frail girl was glancing at him with a cold and haughty gaze, as if looking at a piece of trash. Unbeknownst to him, she had somehow acquired a slender sword over two feet long, the fine blade reflecting sunlight without a trace of blood. Undoubtedly, it was this weapon that had inflicted the horrific wound. Moreover, her black and white attire was not stained with a single drop of blood.

However, this is undoubtedly a rather favorable environment for the fugitive. The young man swiftly turned a few corners and passed through two abandoned houses, while the shouts of killing behind him had already become faint and difficult to discern

After taking several more steps, Konstantin came to a halt. The disordered alley posed no obstacles; however, it was evident that someone did not wish for the current situation to continue.

Your Excellency, until when do you intend to hold on?

The lithe body exudes an indescribable sense of fragility, and the voice is undeniably crisp and melodious. The face, so close at hand, can only be described as exquisite, with long eyelashes gently fluttering, and the fair, flawless skin revealing a faint blush. The thin lips, delicate and dewy like cherry blossom petals, combined with a softly pursed expression, create an image of pure and captivating beauty

What a ghostly sight!

He slightly rolled up the lace on his sleeves, making dual preparations for escape and for acting out of necessity

At this moment, it is not suitable to consider these matters. Constantine steadied himself and took the initiative to move around to their side. He leaned against the corner of the wall—he had already noticed some unusual activity among the crowd.

Constantine glanced around and directly crossed the counter, then kicked open the slightly ajar back door and stepped into the narrow alleyway filled with filthy garbage.

Constantine reiterated that, given time, this would undoubtedly be a face that brings disaster to the nation and its people

At this moment, Walter found himself somewhat at a loss. The old steward was indeed formidable, but faced with such a crowd, he was unable to establish an effective means of defense on his own. If it were on the battlefield, he would have full confidence in turning everyone within his attack range into corpses. However, taking such action in this situation would undoubtedly have very serious consequences and would not help the situation at all

This was because, ahead on the street, four individuals had formed a small human wall, slowly moving towards the roadside. Each held a long sword pointed outward, the glint of the blades in the sunlight causing the surrounding crowd to naturally part to the sides. Within their formation, a small figure was faintly visible. Seizing the opportunity as the flow of people began to slow, the young boy nimbly maneuvered through the gaps between several individuals, arriving at this temporarily created small clearing. The glint of the blades in the sunlight caused the surrounding crowd to naturally part to the sides, and within their formation, a small figure was faintly visible. Seizing the opportunity as the flow of people began to slow, the young boy nimbly maneuvered through the gaps between several individuals, arriving at this temporarily created small clearing

"Come this way!" The hoarse voice of a young boy echoed in her ears. The girl could only feel her body lighten as she was lifted horizontally. The cacophony of curses mixed with the whistling of crossbow bolts filled the air, followed by the painful creaking of wood and the sound of impact. The door of a shop was being kicked open, and the two of them rushed inside, cutting off the attack outside the wall.

In fact, at this moment, Konstantin felt a sense of bitter amusement in his heart—judging from the current situation, these individuals' target was likely the young lady beside him. Under such circumstances, the best course of action would be to flee... Yet, he instinctively displayed a touch of gentlemanly demeanor... Perhaps it was due to the years of living that had subtly imbued him with a hint of noble elegance?

However, his gaze had just locked onto the elderly man rushing towards him amidst the swaying crowd, and several terrified screams had already erupted from within the throng. It seemed as if everyone had awakened from a dream, simultaneously starting to scatter in all directions.

However, the numerical advantage of the opposing side and the chaotic situation rendered this advantage completely ineffective. A few ruffians, perhaps appearing rough in appearance, possessed considerable cunning. They casually grabbed a weak unfortunate soul from the surroundings and pushed him towards the opponent's sword point, seizing the opportunity to launch an attack from behind the meat shield. Consequently, the formation of the four strong men occasionally became somewhat disordered. Clearly, their mismatched equipment at present could not showcase their full combat capabilities, or was it that the unfortunate justice was at play? In any case, regardless of which it was, the formation that should have been balanced in offense and defense could now only provide some defensive advantages.

Miss, please leave here quickly

As expected, this is a very secluded alley, nestled among a jumble of buildings, a place even murderers would be too lazy to use as a crime scene—because it is so filthy that there is hardly a spot to commit a crime. Right in front of the two, a pile of leftover bones was thrown out from a window of an unknown building.

Kill her! The higher-ups did not say to leave any survivors

The sound of buzzing grew louder, accompanied by muffled groans and the unpleasant sound of friction. Several valiant family knights roared as they formed a solid wall with their bodies, blocking the second wave of arrows from the enemy. However, the cost was undoubtedly more painful—at least three of the four were pierced in fatal areas such as the chest or throat, and the only one remaining, though not dead at that moment, had blood gushing from his body like a spring, clearly not expected to survive much longer.

The abrupt turn caused the vehicle to come to a stop amidst vibrations. At that moment, a group of over ten strong men appeared from the crowd, each brandishing crude machetes and wooden sticks that they had pulled from various concealments, and they directly surrounded the carriage.

I am Kavan Digenna, the legitimate son of Baron Il Digenna. May I ask who you are

At that moment, he fell onto a passerby, perhaps fortunate for him, as he did not suffer any significant impact injuries. Only a wave of scorching heat seared his back, causing waves of pain, while his chest was numbed by the booming sound. Struggling to stand up, he noticed a large gap had formed in the previously dense crowd. Thick smoke, carrying a strong scent of sulfur, spread outwards, and the ground in that area had turned into scorched earth, marked with signs of burning. Dark charred spots were stained with splatters of blood, which had sprayed far and wide, yet there were no people in between, leaving only smoldering wreckage, indistinguishable as either a head or a body.

The crossbow bolt pierced through the fine fabric, tearing several gaping holes in the long skirt, yet contrary to expectations, no blood spurted forth—just at the moment before it struck, a hand reached out from the side, pulling the young girl’s body away from the spot, narrowly avoiding those few deadly weapons that glinted with a cold light

The young girl, who had been pushed out of the circle, ran forward a few steps. Clearly, the screams of several subordinates made it impossible for her to leave just like that. However, just at the moment she hesitated to turn back, a burly man dressed like a thug seized the opportunity. He emerged from a direction that everyone else was neglecting, successfully capturing the target in his grasp

"Move aside, move aside! Over there!" "Die, you lackeys of Calvinson!" "Bastards, who are you... We don't know any Calvinson!"

Who are you

However, in the next moment, he blinked in disbelief—this could not be an illusion; he had already caught sight of a mage's figure at the street corner

Get away! Get away!

Walter! Konstantin looked around, realizing that in the current situation, they could only rely on the old butler's strength

This is an ordinary grocery store. The frail owner let out a shriek when the door was kicked open. He had clearly grown accustomed to such scenes, but he did not have time to brace the door. Therefore, regardless of who the intruder was, he howled and shrank back into the counter.

"Something is not right... Young Master, let us return." The old steward, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up

However, it was evident that at such a moment, no one had the mood to consider whether a child's words were true. Even as the four of them were being questioned, their actions showed no sign of hesitation. At this point, they had approached a building by the street, and only a pair of sky-blue eyes in the wall of people were fixed intently on Konstantin, causing him to feel a momentary chill in his heart, as if his small performance had not been effective.

This assistance was undoubtedly fatal; although a few of the crossbow bolts were deflected by the longsword, three still deeply pierced the bodies of two individuals, causing them to emit a muffled groan and fall backward. The originally tight defense line immediately fell apart.

Leaving the stall, Walter gently reminded. The young man noticed a hint of displeasure in the old man's voice; of course, a few dozen gold coins were not something this elder regarded highly. However, it was evident that spending money recklessly on trivial items was not considered a good habit in his eyes

The other party has blocked the street corner, likely intending to launch a surprise attack amidst the chaos... Therefore, we should head to that hotel; there should be a back door!" Scanning the surroundings, Konstantin made a judgment and moved towards the street side first. The boy's swift and correct reaction elicited a hint of approval from the old steward—at this moment, leaving along the street was undoubtedly unwise, as the danger level within the crowd was too high. On such an open street, it would be sufficient to place a few archers at a height to achieve any objective; conversely, it would be most prudent to exit through the buildings.

The thunderous sound of collision caused a commotion among the passersby, prompting everyone to hurriedly step aside to avoid being struck by the clearly frightened animals. The weight of two horses and the carriage, combined with their terrifying speed, resulted in a force of impact that was no less than that of a high-speed collision with an elephant running as fast as a horse. Consequently, a luxurious carriage parked by the roadside suddenly swerved, veering to one side—had it not done so, it would likely have become a casualty alongside the two other vehicles.

Just as the destination was within sight, a sudden burst of bright red light illuminated the boy's surroundings. Before he could react, a thunderous sound, akin to a clap of thunder, erupted before him. A scorching wave of heat surged in like a storm. He felt his body lighten, and in an instant, he was propelled sideways as if riding on clouds. After two or three seconds, the cacophony and the surrounding scenery gradually returned to his senses.

The boy's mind was momentarily in a state of confusion, with unrelated words swirling chaotically. After a few seconds, he realized that it must be the effect of a spell—although he did not see any visible flames, this effect was somewhat similar to what he had experienced with his advisor, a wizard, who had used a spell called Fireball. However, this realization also startled Konstantin; someone capable of casting such a spell should be a genuine wizard, but how could such a person possibly be involved in a street brawl among the homeless?

Although the ratio of people in front is six to four, the difference in numbers is not significant. However, in Konstantin's view, these few family knights have little chance of winning. Their combat skills are not particularly outstanding; their attack methods consist entirely of straightforward slashes and strikes, relying solely on the warrior's own immense strength as their means of attack, leaving little room for variation. In Konstantin's eyes, these individuals' martial skills are not much different from those of a farmer chopping wood, with only their formation, which allows for mutual support, being somewhat noteworthy.

It is not an accident... it seems to be a brawl? ... Is someone deciding Haydn's fate?'' Glancing over, a sense of excitement suddenly swept through the young man's heart...

However, in my memory, this practice has a name, which is called bringing trouble upon oneself

The technique of stealthy endurance, or rather... a term that flashed through the mind of a certain youth who was a homebody in his past life, originates from a group of individuals who claim to live in darkness. The specific method involves deliberately provoking a fight around the target, taking advantage of the opponent's momentary distraction to launch an attack, while also concealing one's own killing intent within incidental events. Of course, there is a more concise summary—among the Thirty-Six Stratagems, this is referred to as "fishing in troubled waters."

At the forefront was a bald man wearing leather armor, who was shouting something loudly, seemingly threatening the people in the carriage. However, the individuals in the luxurious private carriage were equally unyielding. As the carriage came to a stop, a bodyguard-like figure descended from it and secured the surroundings. Although they were certainly at a numerical disadvantage, they were all clad in chainmail and wielding sharp long knives. The stances they adopted also indicated their identities as martial artists.

Hiss!

Terrorist attack? Suicide bomber?

Boss, I have caught her

Struggling to maintain his balance amidst the crowd's pushing, the young man forced himself to calm down. At such times, one could only move with the flow; otherwise, being trampled by the crowd was no laughing matter. Thus, he followed behind a seemingly robust individual and gradually moved towards a less congested area. After running a few hundred feet, the crowd finally began to slow down.

Certainly, regardless of whether the current scene is directed at him, the son of the governor, the present circumstances are not suitable for continuing the grand endeavor of sightseeing

This is a false identity that has long been prepared, yet it does not have any significant flaws. That baron indeed exists and is a secretary under the governor of the Western Frontier. Moreover, his son's age is quite similar to Konstantin's, and the two children have even met a few times. If one is not familiar with the details of all the nobles in the Western Frontier, it would be nearly impossible to uncover any major issues.