Chapter 69: Pervert!

Several carriages with different mounts appeared in his sight.

Some carriages showed luxury through their sizes, the materials they were made from, and the strong and healthy beasts tied to them.

The other carriages were poorly made and their sizes were barely big enough for the goods and a few passengers. As for the beasts that were supposed to pull them, he couldn’t help but look at them with pity.

’Am I hallucinating or am I really seeing a donkey skinnier than my past homeless self?’

Would it harm that merchant to feed their donkey properly? What stingy merchants.

’Anyway, this isn’t my problem. My client is supposed to be rich enough to have three carriages.’

Dante walked toward the merchants and started searching for his client, holding the quest paper to see the picture of the client.

“Shadow Dancer, over here!”

Suddenly, Dante heard someone calling him by his title. His gaze fell on a middle-aged man waving to him with a wide smile. He was the man on the quest.

Dante immediately walked toward him and showed him the quest: “You must be Omar. My name is Dante. It’s nice to meet you.”

Omar was a tall man with sharp features and a dark complexion. From what Dante had read, that meant his origin belonged to the Southern Region, which was a sea of hot sand, the opposite of this cold, snowy region.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’ll be relying on you and a few others in our journey.” Omar smiled, then he called: “Khaled!”

The next moment, another man with similar origin walked toward Omar and took the quest paper respectfully.

What caught Dante’s attention was the red sigil engraved on his head. It was more complex than anything Dante had seen, except for the formation of the body swap ritual.

’He’s a slave. That’s a slavery mark, which gives the owner the ability to cause mental pain to that slave at will. Only the owner of the mark has the ability to remove it.’

Dante once again was reminded by the cruelty of this world. How long would this continent need to finally stop slavery?

Omar patted Dante’s shoulder and pointed at three large carriages: “Sir Shadow Dancer, you’re the third mercenary to arrive, so you can choose any one of these three carriages to protect. Oh, can you see where I’m pointing?”

“Dante nodded: “I’m not blind—it’s just an artifact that has an enchantment for vision.”

“Haha, that’s good. Thank you in advance.”

Dante bowed to Omar and tossed a coin to choose a carriage. After seeing that all the carriages were similar, he chose a random one.

’Tsk, how does the Mercenary Guild know about the Shadow Dancer title? That’s embarrassing!’

Some quests couldn’t be accepted immediately. A mercenary could only make a request to take the quest and wait for the client to choose whoever they wanted.

Apparently, the Mercenary Guild would then provide the clients with basic information about all the mercenaries who wanted to accept the quest. That way, the client would choose depending on their preference.

’And somehow, one of the information they have about me is my title in that village. I really hate this. Did they send someone to confirm my story?’

Sighing in frustration, Dante finally arrived before the large carriage and opened the door, entering without hesitation.

As Dante scanned the carriage indifferently, he suddenly froze, his eyes widening at the sight of a young woman that was in the carriage.

She had short green hair, fair skin that suggested an origin from the Central Region, and a pair of emerald green eyes. And strangely, there was a strange glowing orb flying behind her head.

She stared at Dante in shock and embarrassment, her cheeks redder than a strawberry.

Apparently, she was changing her clothes to wear leather armor, as she was now topless.

“….”

“….”

They stared at each other in a daze for a brief moment before the woman finally opened her mouth: “PERVER—!”

BAM!

Before she could complete her sentence, Dante used Shadow Step and teleported behind her before delivering a kick to her back, sending her flying out the carriage.

Her head hit a rock on the ground brutally, she became unconscious immediately.

The flying green orb left the carriage immediately, flying toward the woman.

“What the hell?”

“Is there a fight?”

“Ah! Cover your eyes!”

“Woah, woah, woah! I’m really lucky tonight.”

Omar and a few other people, both merchants and mercenaries, walked toward the unconscious, half-naked woman and the carriage she came from.

“You damn pervert!” Dante yelled under everyone’s gaze, glaring at the woman with disdain and disgust: “I’m not an easy target like before, bitch!”

BAM!

“….”

Dante closed the carriage door brutally, leaving the crowd in a puzzled state.

“Isn’t it usually… the opposite?” One of the crowd asked the question that lingered in everyone’s mind.

Had they just seen a boy calling a half-naked woman pervert? That was something they weren’t used to seeing or hearing about.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

All of a sudden, a man with eyeglasses clapped, hot tears streaming down his cheeks: “I can’t believe I have just witnessed the true justice. Men can be victims of assault too! You all have to engrave this memory in your damn minds!”

Upon hearing his speech, several other men started clapping and cheering for Dante with the eyeglasses man.

“The perverted women deserve punishment too!”

“I can’t believe she targeted a blind boy.”

“What a monster in human skin.”

As everyone cheered, Omar walked silently to the unconscious woman and placed a robe over her. She and the eyeglasses man were also from the mercenaries he accepted.

He knew that it was likely a misunderstanding, but he didn’t bother himself with correcting it. Not because he couldn’t, but because he secretly felt some satisfaction.

He once went to take a bath in a former convoy, and then he found a woman taking a bath on the river. She didn’t wait for her carriage’s turn apparently.

And what happened next?

He was called a pervert, got slapped, got beaten by some real perverts, and had to pay her a fortune as an apology.

He understood that many men were disgusting perverts, causing women to be always cautious. But he wasn’t that kind of a person, so why was he punished for no reason?

Finally, Omar gave up, unable to stop himself from smiling: “Ohoho, what a wonderful day to be alive.”

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