A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 76
[Vol. 4] Chapter 76: Let It Be
Lord?
Kashgar, Yalman, and the others watched this scene in front of them with disbelief, their eyes widening. They never expected to actually encounter Amelia Barlen!
If it were someone else shouting “lord,” there might still be a possibility of deception. However, at this moment, the person standing before them was Fern!
Fern, the captain of the guard stationed in Camus, always carried a huge black iron box on her back. Although it attracted attention, her appearance was ordinary, and being a woman, her identity didn’t initially impress others when she first arrived in Camus.
After all, the various squads that came to Camus were experts that each family had spent resources and money to train. Even compared to the elite soldiers cultivated by the Rosward royal family, they were not inferior. How could a mere woman dare to stand above them?
It was a kind of provocation and humiliation. Moreover, both being private guards, what was so special about the Barlen family’s guards? They had just found a good master!
Under the influence of envy, jealousy, and hatred, rationality went offline, and they started heading down the path of self-destruction.
Behind the various squads were their respective families. Before departure, they had been reminded not to conflict with the Barlen family’s private soldiers and to make way for them. However, these people were not pampered aristocrats but guards who had undergone countless life-and-death tests.
Full of hostility, they adhered to the principle of respecting the strong, especially in the current situation where they were not under the control of their families. They believed only in the strong.
So, even though they wouldn’t directly conflict with the Barlen family’s private soldiers, they carried out many subtle actions behind the scenes. Among them, there were many malicious actions specifically targeting Captain Fern.
At first, it was just a small prank. Seeing that Fern did not retaliate and appeared as soft as dough under their random teasing, their malicious intentions gradually escalated.
In the end, they decided to ambush Fern, planning to leave her with shameful wounds and trample on the name of the Barlen family’s private soldiers.
Executing this plan went without a hitch, and they successfully waited for Fern to appear. However, this time, the seemingly ordinary and timid Fern chose to strike back. She drew a heavy sword from the scabbard on her back and beheaded each one of them.
Subsequently, she bound the lifeless heads together, carried them in her hands, and rode back to the town. The dripping blood continued to fall until she reached the entrance of the town. Without any expression, Fern hung over a dozen heads on a wooden sign at the entrance of the town.
On that day, those who returned later were almost scared out of their wits…
It was precisely because of this incident that the other squads dared not continue their antics and quickly became obedient. Every time they saw Fern, it was like mice encountering a cat, and they wished to escape quickly, sticking to the walls.
The guards whose heads were severed by Fern were not weaklings. On the contrary, they were quite capable. However, in a situation where their numbers were many, coupled with the element of surprise in the ambush, they failed to inflict even the slightest injury on Fern.
This demonstrated Fern’s unfathomable strength, explaining how she could become the captain of the guard with a female identity.
From then on, every squad entering the Camus Town, even if they didn’t know the Lord, had to be aware of Fern, the captain of the Barlen family’s guard. Her nickname was “Head-Cutting Female Lunatic.”
As for how to quickly identify her?
Simple!
Just look for the enormous black scabbard, or rather, the unique black sword she carried behind her.
There were no duplicates.
It is rumored that Fern was born with divine strength, effortlessly swinging the giant sword. Therefore, she had the sword crafted from extremely rare materials. Even without slashing, just striking with the heavy sword could flatten a person.
Now, the powerful Fern appeared, carrying the heavy sword and kneeling in the direction of the carriage. She had a devout appearance, showing no resentment. Instead, her orange-yellow eyes carried an undisguised enthusiasm, resembling someone about to meet their long-admired idol.
This scene made Yalman’s face pale. He had never expected his words to come true. The person inside the carriage was indeed the lord!
Suddenly, Yalman’s mind was filled with the thought, “It’s over!” If it was really Amelia Barlen, the lord of Camus, she could easily accuse them of disrespect and leave them all here. Face execution on the spot.
Thinking of this, Yalman subconsciously clenched his fist and then looked at Kashgar. It was this guy who had been incessantly advocating just now, leading to such a big trouble!
Yalman’s angry gaze didn’t catch Kashgar’s attention. Kashgar frowned, looking in the direction of the carriage, not expecting to coincidentally run into Amelia Barlen.
Kashgar’s previous words about diverting disaster to the east were very pointed. It was evident that no matter what he said now, it wouldn’t absolve him. Now, all he could do was pray that Amelia Barlen would overlook the mistakes of these small individuals and not bother with them!
As for escaping? Not to mention that he was severely injured, even with hundreds of guards rushing over, there was simply no hope of escaping in front of everyone. Both Kashgar and Yalman, the leaders of these two squads, were terrified, let alone the members standing with them. Some faces turned pale, and some even fainted.
“It doesn’t matter.”
In the midst of Kashgar and others’ fear, a clear voice finally came from within the carriage. Following that, the carriage door opened from inside, revealing a cute black-haired girl in the sight of everyone.
This surprised Kashgar, who then frowned. He remembered the Empire’s Red Rose having a shocking and glamorous appearance, not like the girl in front of him, who was nowhere near glamorous. Not only was Kashgar puzzled, but even Fern, who was kneeling on one knee, shared the same confusion. She blinked her orange-yellow eyes in bewilderment.
Indeed, the voice just now belonged to Miss Barlen. But who was the girl in front of them?
Facing the numerous gazes, Ifia wasn’t at all intimidated. On the contrary, she smirked and proudly stood at the carriage door, chest out, and head held high.
In fact, she didn’t immediately jump down from the carriage to compensate for her lack of height. Instead, leveraging the height of the carriage, she looked down at everyone, enjoying the wonderful feeling.
Before this, Ifia was pondering whether to let Amelia get off the carriage and handle these guys. However, Amelia calmly reassured her that such a minor issue could be resolved quickly. Then, the private guards of the Barlen family arrived on horseback, immediately reversing the situation.
Those who were eyeing the carriage menacingly moments ago were now shrinking back like frightened chicks. Ifia felt triumphant and promptly persuaded Amelia to be the first to get off. Amelia, of course, didn’t refuse, and Ifia began to exert her dominance.
She especially emphasized her gaze towards Kashgar and others. Seeing their cowering appearance, Ifia scornfully snorted. The ugly faces that wanted to seize their carriage now looked like sheep realizing it was too late to turn into one.
After relishing in the shocked looks of everyone, Ifia was satisfied. She then prepared to jump off the carriage first and reached out to hold Amelia’s hand, helping her to get down. As usual, Amelia extended her hand to her with grace and charm.
However, Ifia forgot about her current attire, wrapped in multiple layers of clothing, restricting her movements. What was supposed to be a cool jump off the carriage turned into a straight fall.
In an instant, Ifia, who failed to keep up appearances, envisioned the embarrassing scene of her face buried in the snow. All of this happened in front of everyone.
Why did this have to happen?!
Fortunately, just as Ifia was about to fall, a hand extended from the carriage, securely holding onto Ifia’s waist and preventing the embarrassing face-first landing.
“Be more careful,” Amelia’s voice sounded with a hint of helplessness as Ifia sighed in relief.
Amelia then gently placed her down. Only when both feet touched the ground did Amelia leisurely emerge from the carriage.
Despite the sudden drop in temperature outside, Amelia did not change her attire. She even took off the draped coat, revealing a not-so-warm-looking black dress.
Tall with long legs, her graceful curves were unmistakable. The splendid expression on her face was full of indulgence. However, as soon as the gaze shifted away from Ifia, her expression changed immediately.
Cold and aloof, her aura became overwhelming. Even the private guards of the Barlen family were momentarily stifled and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at Amelia Barlen.
Indeed, no matter how many times they saw Miss Barlen, they couldn’t dare to make direct eye contact!
Unlike the others, Fern, who was in the front, did not share the same fear. Her gaze towards Amelia Barlen carried a fanatic admiration.
This was the strong leader she had sworn to follow!
Throughout the entire Sith Empire, there is no one who can compare to Miss Barlen!
After Amelia’s intimidation left most people unable to lift their heads, Ifia finally recovered from the embarrassment. She vowed never to show off again.
Thankfully, her resilience was maxed out.
After all, experiencing social death and such, one would have long given up without a strong heart. As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, it was others who felt awkward!
Although trying hard to convince herself not to care, Ifia did not forget her original intention. She turned to the panicked roadblock team and quickly raised her hand, pulling Amelia’s arm to signal her to deal with these people quickly.
Encountering such things right after arriving in Camus seemed to foretell upcoming troubles! It was necessary to use money to wash away the bad luck.
Amelia, in cooperation, turned to look at Kashgar and others. With just one glance, she scared Yalman directly to the ground. Yalman’s face turned pale, thinking about the magical plants in his arms and Count Scar still waiting.
He forcefully bit his back teeth to maintain composure. He absolutely couldn’t die here!
The bitten gums started bleeding, and a rapid surge of pain emerged, but Yalman paid no attention.
He stiffly stood up again, no longer waiting passively, and immediately spoke to Amelia Barlen, “My lord, please forgive our rudeness!”
If it were someone else, Yalman could propose compensation, plead for mercy, and hope to escape. However, when the other party is Amelia Barlen, he cannot bring himself to speak.
Amelia Barlen has everything, while he was just a lowly guard, unable to produce the bargaining chips she desires. Even his master, Count Scar, whom he served, was in the same situation. So now, all he could do was do his best and leave it to fate.
On the other hand, Kashgar, standing on the side, quickly thought of a solution.
Yalman, that fool, thought that a dry plea for mercy would be enough for forgiveness?
Impossible!
Therefore, before waiting for Amelia’s response, Kashgar promptly spoke up, saying, “My lord, Yalman has obtained a precious magical plant, and we are willing to offer it to you!”
“!”
Hearing Kashgar’s initiative, Yalman widened his eyes in shock. Any thoughts of protesting were immediately swallowed back. Surrendering the magical plant might offer a slim chance of being spared, resisting would undoubtedly lead to death right there. There was no way he could win in a fight. Compromise was the only option now.
Although Yalman is loyal to Count Scar, he also doesn’t want to perform futile efforts. Faced with established facts, it’s better not to challenge beyond one’s abilities, especially when one’s life is at stake. Therefore, Yalman fell silent, tacitly agreeing with Kashgar’s words.
Upon hearing the mention of a magical plant, Fern was surprised and glanced at the two. Unexpectedly, someone had found it again.
Due to their duty to maintain the safety and order of the territory, their guard unit couldn’t freely leave the town, making it challenging to search for magical plants like other squads. Fortunately, they had already received Miss Barlen’s orders, so they didn’t need to concern themselves with magical plants.
Guarding Camus was their primary task.
However, with more and more teams entering Camus, the topic of magical plants came up frequently, forcing them to hear about it. For example, obtaining magical plants could be traded with demons. Fern wasn’t interested in such matters. She preferred to steadily increase her strength rather than relying on demonic “charity.”
Some time ago, the appearance of magical plants led to infighting among the townspeople, resulting in the daily recovery of numerous bodies, causing quite a bit of trouble for their stationed guards.
What an annoying bunch!
Like her choice to cut off those heads as trophies in a place far from the town, leaving the remaining bodies for passing creatures like snow wolves and bears. It wouldn’t cause trouble for others. At least there was no need to clean up the bodies…
Therefore, Fern hoped that Miss Barlen could accept the magical plant. Firstly, because magical plants are very valuable, and secondly, it could avoid a bloody and violent situation. However, Amelia did not accept it as Fern hoped. Instead, she looked at Yalman and Kashgar with a smirk.
Originally, it was she who threw the magical plant out, and now it was being returned to her?
“I’m not interested in magical plants, nor do I blame you for violently blocking the carriage. However, you have violated the laws of Camus and need to be punished.”
“Taking Camus’ rare resources privately is a very serious crime.”
“So, if you want to leave Camus, in addition to surrendering the magical plant, you also need to contact your employer to pay the fine.”
After casually saying this, Amelia didn’t care about the shocked expressions on Kashgar and Yalman’s faces. She turned her head to Fern, gesturing for her to get up.
Then she said, “Fern, I want to rest. Let’s go back soon!”
“Yes!”
After giving the return order, Amelia, satisfied with the fine, returned to the carriage with Ifia. This time, to prevent Ifia from struggling to climb onto the carriage, she took the initiative to help.
She reached out and grabbed Ifia’s waist, lifting the little chubby creature high, then placing her inside the carriage. When Amelia was about to board, as if remembering something, she looked again at Yalman and the others.
“Oh, by the way, if you’re interested in magical plants, Camus Town will soon host a special auction. The highest bidder wins.”
After saying this, she immediately boarded and closed the door. As the carriage set off again, the coachman, not forgetting to glare at Yalman fiercely.
As the carriage and the escort team quickly departed, a small team of guards remained in charge of watching the prisoners, while Kashgar and Yalman stared at each other in astonishment.
What’s going on?
They just let them go so easily?
And that magical plant they handed over, the highest bidder gets it?
An auction?
They must quickly inform their masters. No matter the cost, they must obtain that magical plant!