Pale Emblem

Chapter 163 Vice President Berg

"stop!"

"Everyone, stand down!"

No one expected that Gaius would immediately stop the executioners from intervening and drive them away.

The blue-skinned barbarian who had just escaped beheading was actually frightened and burst into tears.

The young men of noble families in the stands burst into laughter full of sarcasm and ridicule.

The blue-skinned barbarian is not a barbarian fighter at all. He is not even as good as the average barbarian warrior, yet he is crying.

Gaius made a big fool of himself because he had a fake match in public, in full view of everyone. He was bound to become a laughing stock in the aristocratic circle and also affected the reputation of Golden Sunflower.

Everyone thought that Gaius had reached this point, and he stopped the executioner because he was planning to chop off the blue-skinned slave who had embarrassed him with his own hands.

This certainly cannot restore his lost reputation, but it can vent his anger.

However, Gaius walked straight to the bottom of the stands, raised his head and asked loudly: "Clark, did I buy this barbarian slave gladiator? Why did you send the executioner to kill my barbarian slave without my consent?!"

Clark on the platform couldn't believe that Gaius would point the finger at him. He sent the executioner to end the farce as soon as possible and prevent Gaius from making a fool of himself. He glanced at Gaius's guardian again and found that Dekter didn't say anything and acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

The high-ranking dragon half-elf decided that his arrogant nephew needed a public defeat, and his attitude did not change.

Clark also couldn't stand Gaius's arrogance. As the commander of the legion, he needed to maintain his authority even more.

"Gaius, I forgive your rudeness."

"You did pay me, and I also took out a rare blue-skinned barbarian slave to act as your opponent...but I never said from the beginning to the end that I would sell the blue-skinned barbarian slave to you!"

“Is that so?!”

Gaius was stunned for a long time before he angrily asked loudly, "What is the 5000 gold towers I gave you then?"

Clark smiled slightly, relaxed his body and leaned back, leaning into the arms of a wealthy lady, and said calmly: "It's compensation... compensation for the loss of a rare barbarian slave."

"But he is not dead. I am going to keep him alive as my slave now," Gaius said quickly.

"Haha... I've already received your money, and the deal between us has been reached. Or do you not understand what the deal between us is?" Clark laughed and shook his head, saying, "You can understand it this way. You spent 5000 gold towers to buy the life of the blue-skinned barbarian slave from me. I agreed and accepted your money. According to the laws of Luoye City, the blue-skinned barbarian is my private property while he is alive, and he will become yours after he dies."

The slave traders were particularly well versed in the letter of the law, and young Gaius was silenced by Clark.

It is true that he was born into a noble family and had a strong background, but in terms of personal power and influence, he was not qualified to challenge Clark.

The blue-skinned slave's footwork skills were obviously very useful to him, but the proud Gaius was unable to surrender and beg for mercy from Clark.

Clark had already figured out that the talented swordsman from the Golden Sunflower family was interested in the sliding skills of the barbarian slave. Under normal circumstances, he would have shown him some mercy, but at this moment he was in a dilemma.

"Gaius, you can't make everyone obey your will, and you can't do whatever you want... Don't think about changing the deal we reached before!" Clark raised his voice so that the nobles around him could hear, "I took your money, and I will kill the blue-skinned slave now to complete the agreed deal!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand vigorously, and four more Dragon Vein Shield Guards jumped into the arena from the stands and slowly approached Gaius's position.

Gaius was unable to subdue the four Dragon Vein Shield Guards at once, and would instead be subdued by them. He could only sigh and let the executioners in the arena complete their work.

"Wait a minute."

All the nobles in the stands looked over when they heard the sound, and saw a fat and strong man running towards them quickly.

He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with short curly brown hair. His face, including his eyebrows, was trimmed cleanly with a razor. He wore a colorful short-sleeved, waisted wide robe and gold ornaments on his wrists and neck, looking like a typical wealthy half-elf.

In a military town, even if people don't wear armor, they will at least wear professional suits and carry weapons.

Except for the noble ladies.

So the visitor seems very lazy.

Clark, the highest military commander of Echo Town, could not help but frown, and then he accused: "Berg, you are dressed up to attend the banquet?"

"Lord Clark, it's not your turn to control me, and it will be the same in the future." The middle-aged strong man said bluntly.

  "What? You...what did you say?!" Clark couldn't believe that he heard such an answer and asked back with his mouth open.

Everyone was shocked. They knew this middle-aged man. His name was Berger, and he was the vice president of the Fallen Leaf City Adventurer's Guild. He had a low social status, but great power. At least here, more than a thousand adventurers obeyed his mission arrangements. However, Berger was always smooth and smiling, never offending anyone. When he saw a wealthy family, he would only nod and bow, completely lacking the dignity of a vice president.

Even though Berg is a powerful figure, a veteran fifth-level swordsman, and has the support of the famous Golden Oak family, most of the nobles in Fallen Leaf City look down on him and jokingly call him a "slug," meaning spineless.

When Clark led his troops to suppress the Orc invaders this time, he specifically asked Vice President Berg of the Adventurer's Guild to assist him because he saw that Berg was spineless.

Berg lived up to expectations and cooperated with Clark like a servant.

Clark also issued mission instructions to various adventure teams through Berg's status as vice president.

Normally, the two of them maintain a good relationship, one is like the master, the other is like the lackey. However, these days, Berg claimed that he was not feeling well, declined all social activities, and did not appear in public.

Who would have thought that he would have a vicious verbal confrontation with Clark as soon as he arrived? Several noble ladies waved their small round fans quickly, their eyes sparkling, waiting for the "good show" to continue.

Clark's eyes narrowed, and his narrowed eyes were full of threats like a big cat, but he said in a compassionate tone, "Oh, my dear friend, it seems that you are seriously ill. Your fevered brain is probably like paste... But don't worry, go back and rest first. I will send the best doctor to treat your brain fever immediately."

"No need for a doctor. I just want to ask you for some slaves." Berg sneered, took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it on the wooden table in front of Clark. "I don't want it for free. This is the money to buy slaves."

A small bag, even if filled with the most expensive gems, would not cost much.

Clark didn't even try to take the bag. He was wondering why Berg had suddenly become so abnormal.

"You want slaves? Okay, we can talk in private." He continued to try to save the situation. If Berg agreed to talk in private, it meant that even if there was a conflict between the two sides, they could still communicate and resolve it. But if Berg rejected Clark's proposal and insisted on making the conflict public, it meant that the problem was very serious.

"Let's make it clear now! I will take the slaves away. From today on, all fighting in the arena will be stopped. All the half-bloods will be temporarily detained. In the end, the Adventurer's Guild of Luoye City will judge their crime of abandoning Brown Town. In addition, you must send cavalry to assist the adventurers in going out to fight!"

Clark was shocked and angry. Putting aside the three conditions offered by "Slug" Berg, there must be a reason why he broke up with him openly on such an occasion. Perhaps something unfavorable to him happened in Fallen Leaf City, which made Berg, a fence-sitter, eager to draw a line between him and himself.

The town of Braun has been recaptured. Clark has no plans to fight a decisive battle with the Orc invaders. He just wants to maintain the status quo temporarily, wait until he gets military merit and is promoted to a real general, and then pass the mess here to others.

What he was most worried about was that some political opponents would choose this opportunity to hinder him and steal his credit.

Thinking of this, Clark no longer wanted to stay in the stands. He stared at Vice President Berg fiercely and asked, "What if I don't agree?"

"Come on, chop off my head! Chop off my head... If you have the guts, chop off my head. Come on!"

Berg stretched his head forward, pointed at his thick neck, and shouted angrily: "If you don't kill me today, the more than a thousand adventurers on the front line will never let you go... If you kill me, the Adventurer's Guild of Luoye City will never let you go!"

  Mercenaries mutinied!

The celebrities and ladies who were watching the excitement nearby finally realized the seriousness of the problem. They stood up one after another, asked the bodyguards to leave the arena, and planned to go outside to inquire about the situation and prepare for response.

Due to Clark's passive defense strategy, he did not take the initiative to eliminate the Orc invaders. This led to the adventurer group becoming the main force in the battle. They performed the tasks of guarding, patrolling, reconnaissance, and guarding. Due to their small number, they became the target of the Orc invaders.

In the eyes of the regular legions of the alliance, adventurers who fight for money are equivalent to mercenaries, and there is no need to consider their life or death at all.

However, when the adventure group accepts a war mission, they must be responsible for themselves. They assist the regular legion in combat, not as the main force.

If Clark does not mobilize his elite cavalry, the various adventure groups will suffer the greatest casualties.

Before the conflict between the two sides breaks out completely, the pressure on each adventure group will first be transferred to Vice President Berg.

To be honest, the super-large adventure group "Wildfire" that came to join the battle had enough influence to make Vice President Berg lose his official position. What's more, there were several large adventure groups on the front line. If they united to put pressure on Berg, Berg would not be able to withstand it.

Clark had never assessed the possibility of a collective mutiny among the adventure groups until he was threatened in public by Berg today. Only then did he realize why the regular legions of the Alliance hated and were wary of the adventure groups they worked with.

Adventure groups are useful, but they cannot be used too much. If you use the adventure group to the utmost, you have to be careful of their backlash.

Nineteen years ago, a regular army suppressed adventurers, killing more than a thousand adventurers. Afterwards, the general manager of the Alliance Adventurer's Union, Leus, spent two years forcing the army leader into the arena and then personally killed them all.

It was not a one-on-one duel, but rather Commander Leus faced the Legion Commander and his twenty Servants alone.

General Lieus was a legendary professional who had broken through to level eight and entered the realm of heroes. He actually risked his life to lure a general to his death, vowing to defend the authority of the Adventurer's Guild.

There were not many people in the stands now. Clark smiled bitterly and said to Berg: "We are friends. If you have any questions, you can talk to me first. There is no need to make it like this."

Berg sneered again: "Is it useful if I communicate with you first?"

Clark was speechless. If Berg came to him in a humble manner as usual and made various requests for the adventurer mercenaries, he would definitely not agree to it and would kick Berg out.

Clark's eyes flickered, and he continued to probe: "What does the half-blood deserter from Braun Town have to do with this matter?"

Berg waved his hand and said, "Red Lion Bartom was notorious when he was alive. You openly persecuted the half-bloods he raised, and many adventurers are dissatisfied. You must give me a favor today and stop touching those half-bloods. The arena must be closed. If I accomplish this, the adventurers will believe that I can solve their problems."

"Otherwise, once all the major adventure groups evacuate, will Braun Town still be able to hold on? If I'm held accountable by the union, I'll drag you down with me!"

"Okay, the arena will be closed now, and you can send someone to take over." Clark said straightforwardly: "When will the negotiations take place?"

"Four days... In four days, I will bring Wildfire and representatives from several other large adventure groups to negotiate with you."

The two sides had already torn their faces apart, and there was nothing more to say. In the end, Berg walked away with the blue-skinned slave.

Clark stared at his back, his eyes becoming more and more sinister.

"This matter is definitely not as simple as a mercenary mutiny!"

Without even turning his head, he said, "I still suspect that Bartulu of the Flame Tiger Legion is behind this. Maybe he is about to convince the Fallen Leaf City Council to replace me and snatch my military merits!"

"Linda, I can only rely on you now. Please go back to Fallen Leaf City and help me keep an eye on the parliament." Clark turned around and said to a young lady with a graceful figure in a corseted gauze dress.

The lady was wearing a veil and a headscarf, revealing only a pair of purple eyes, which was so beautiful that it made people's heart beat faster.

She chuckled and said, "Master Clark, don't worry. The High Priest will solve all your problems in the rear... We will help you become a powerful general of Luoye City no matter what."

(End of this chapter)