Chapter 239: Perilous Situation

Inside the carriage-like magic vehicle that ran on mana ores as fuel, Kahn revealed why he didn't choose to use the recommendation token given by Szayel while registering for the competition.

Omega nodded in response and clenched his fist tightly with a furious expression on his face.

"Those damn pureblood faction bastards! They really think of us as their puppets just because none of us is a saint rank fighter!

I agree with your decision, my lord." spoke the magic swordsman subordinate.

Inside the luxurious magic vehicle, an elaborate plan was discussed between Kahn and the two subordinates as they embarked on their journey to Xaphar city.

As soon as they entered the outer gates of the Xaphar city which was already 4 times bigger than Flavot city, a dense and bustling crowd had already filled up the streets and all of them were headed towards the northern end where the battle arena was situated.

During their travel, Kahn and the company noticed that the mood around the whole city was that of a celebration like a yearly festival where people around the corners of the empire came and merrily mingled together.

Not a single one of the shops, let it be a food vendor, hotels or ornament shops were without customers at this point. And this was just one street in the city.. Kahn predicted that it was the same for all the streets that led toward the arena. And this was just one city.. 5 thousand more cities were also hosting such arenas throughout the empire.

So naturally, a billion or two people would definitely be part of this competition as an audience or people who bet on it.

Ballads about the glorious victory and the hope to change one's life were sung by bards in designated places as arranged by the authorities throughout the city. This was their way to hype up the event even further.

Although Kahn hadn't been part of any cultural event of the Rakos Empire yet.. He felt like even those would hardly come close to the grandness of the Emperor's Chosen competition.

And now their goal was to reach the arena safely by evening where his first 2 matches were scheduled. This was going to be the first step towards achieving the new plans that he discussed earlier.

Just as the trio was steadily traveling towards their destination from stone-paved streets, their entourage came across one of the crowded paths where for some reason, hundreds of people were gathered and blocked the way.

To Kahn and the subordinates, they were already able to sense a skirmish three hundred meters away because of their ranks and range of abilities. A fight was audible even from inside of the vehicle.

In front of the main gate of a big company building, a fight had broken that gathered the attention of the masses who were heading towards the arena.

"Sir, please believe me! I'm telling you the truth! It wasn't me!" spoke a middle-aged green and frail orc in a groaning voice as he clenched his stomach and got up after being kicked by a guard.

Behind this guard in silver armor, a duo of humans stood in their high-class businessman clothes.

This group was surrounded by a dozen normal workers in company uniforms and 5 master rank guards. The fat and half bald man in the middle who looked in his 60s spoke in scorn as he looked at the thrashed orc.

"Sirius, I thought you were someone who could be trusted! But you have been scamming me for months! Tell me where is the money you embezzled behind my back?!" spoke the man in an enraged tone.

The orc who was frail in physique despite being from a species of giant creatures brushed off the blood on his lips and replied in a weak tone.

"Sir.. I have been working for this company for a decade now. Have I ever given you any chance to complain? And the money you say that I embezzled can't be gathered or transacted with the little authority I have in the company.

Unless it's someone from your own family, none of those transactions can be approved in the first place!" explained the orc.

Even the crowd encircling this group was getting a gist of what was happening here.

The next moment, a loud and high-pitched voice came from behind the old man.

"Nonsense! So are you implying that either my father or someone among our family members stole the company's money and put the blame on your head?! Who the hell are you trying to fool?!" shouted the young man who stood behind the former. His gaze full of scorn as he rebuked the orc.

He pointed his hands towards the group of people dressed in uniforms and asked in a condescending tone.

"Tell me! Who did you see moving all those record books?! You better remember 'correctly'.. " asked the son as he emphasized the last word.

"It.. It was mister Sirius." said a tall mithrans male.

"Yes.. I remember seeing Sirius secretly carrying many record books from time to time." testified an elf.

As all the workers spoke against him one by one, Sirius fell on his knees in disbelief.

He was being set up by the people he had been working together with for half a decade.

Just then, he noticed a smirk on the face of the owner's son, who was the loudest one here.

"Guards! Cut his tongue and both of his hands! He should pay for betraying our trust!" commanded the old man furiously, suddenly acting unreasonable out of the blue.

A master rank wolfkin swordsman walked forth and the other guards frisked the middle-aged orc who was still unable to believe the words of his boss whom he served over a decade.. The man he sacrificed many years of his life for.

The wolfkin raised his sword as per the orders and swung it downwards without giving the orc a chance to retaliate.

Swoosh! Shing!

A crisp noise of metal clanging suddenly filled the surroundings and a broken blade dropped on the ground.

The wolfkin looked at his broken sword, at the hilt which remained in his hands.

Before the sword even touched the orc's arms.. A curved sword had cut down the blade of the attacker in a second.

The figure of a man donned in a white and gray suit with ashen hair appeared in between this group.

But rather than trying to meddle in between their matters.. He looked at the orc with a stern gaze and spoke in a solemn voice.

"My master wants to meet you."

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