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Chapter 83.2: Scary Lady
Chapter 83.2: Scary Lady
Once the lady was some distance away, Gault, who had stood stiffly in the midst of the dazed crowd, was overwhelmed by a sensation of exhaustion.
Describing this feeling would be like how a person traveling on a mountain path would feel after spotting an extremely venomous snake at his feet but managed to escape without being bitten. A mixture of relief, dread, and an almost surreal sense, as if just having awakened from a nightmare.
Nevertheless, Gauld felt that something was amiss.
Weisshem was a haven for wealthy men, but it wasn't completely devoid of esteemed ladies—a baron had spent an entire summer squandering his estate's profits here and refused to return home until the baroness, accompanied by an entourage of servants and stewards, arrived to forcibly retrieve him.
How can a noble lady come out without a large entourage?
At this thought, Gauld immediately became alert and looked toward the lady now in the distance.
Weisshem was situated at the southernmost border of the Rhine Kingdom, close to the Sorensen Mountains. Unscrupulous denizens of these mountains had, on some occasions, set their eyes on this town before.
Incidents, with bandit gangs sending scouts into Weisshem, weren't that uncommon. Just that... Captain Gauld, who had this thought, felt a degree of uncertainty.
Would a bandit gang's scout, if that was who she was, adopt such an ostentatious and shockingly conspicuous approach?
Captain Gauld stood in place for a while, struggling to make sense of the situation. However, he couldn't shake off the unease creeping over him when he considered disregarding this enigmatic lady.
After careful deliberation, Captain Gauld decided that caution was paramount. He walked over to the tavern, summoned his comrades, and directed them to the lady who was attracting everyone's attention.
As a militia captain, he carried quite some authority, and even if his subordinates were clearly reluctant, they still steeled themselves and carried out orders to keep a close eye on this lady.
The lady, who drew eyes to her wherever she went, reached the end of the street. She stopped, then went for another lap on the main street of this little town.
When she turned around, Captain Gauld saw her face, and a shiver ran down his spine.
He finally understood why everyone who had seen her face exhibited that stunned demeanor—they couldn't help it! Nobody could!
The scary lady seemed to notice the group of uniformed militia following her, but she didn't show any surprise. Instead, she casually scrutinized the uniform militia with an air of indifference before continuing her leisurely stroll with unabated enthusiasm and taking in the sights of the street.
Wherever she went, bewilderment ensued, but she remained unperturbed...
The kind of attention she garnered would have sent most ladies clutching their skirts and fleeing in embarrassment to find a spot and cry. But not this scary lady; she seemed entirely indifferent, strolling at a leisurely pace and admiring the streetscape.
She didn't care, but the same couldn't be said for the brothels. How could they continue their business when such a character, who excessively disrupted the town's decorum and significantly dampened clients' enthusiasm for pleasure, roamed the streets?
As she retraced her steps halfway through the town, enforcers from several brothels approached her, attempting to engage her in conversation.
However, their attempts were futile. These usually intimidating and fearsome figures in the world of pleasure establishments merely lasted seconds, barely uttering only a few incoherent phrases before scattering in disarray.
Captain Gauld, trailing behind the scary lady, simply covered his face with his hand.
The cold wind in the early morning made Jimmy shiver. From a nearby alley that was closer to the town gate, he could hear the wailing cries of one of the drunkard whores, but he wasn't sure which one.
Jimmy didn't hold the whores and manwhores that lingered in the alleyways of this street in high regard. These were people who had been expelled from the brothels and couldn't return to a respectable life. Such people shamelessly lingered on this street, where even the most old, ugly, and destitute men were willing to engage them in conversation just to earn some meager coins.
As he was about to re-enter his duty post, the corner of Jimmy's eye caught a glimpse of something white.
He stopped, slightly perplexed, and inclined his head for a better look.
Not far from his duty post stood an electric pole with an operational streetlight. While it wasn't very bright, the streetlight provided a certain degree of visibility to the militiamen on duty, allowing Jimmy to see within a range of 10 meters outside the town gate.
In a spot just a little further from the streetlight was a white object that didn't appear to be very lustrous. It hovered abruptly at the height of a person.
Jimmy stared at this thing for a while and, driven by curiosity, he left his duty post once more and quietly moved beyond the town gate.
There were two rows of trees adorned with colorful lights just beyond the town gate. These lights were usually powered on during the first half of the night and were turned off when there were no more customers later in the night.
Jimmy passed the electric pole and discovered... that this white object seemed to be tightly pressed against a tree trunk, concealed in the shadow beneath the tree.
Jimmy's eyes narrowed, and he silently drew his dagger.
If the colorful lights near the town gate were stolen, the people on duty would be fined.
Jimmy had a strong aversion to those who didn't follow the rules, and he was determined to teach a lesson to whoever dared to steal the lights while he was on duty.
He cautiously approached the person hiding beneath the tree, gripping the hilt of his dagger.
Ten meters, five meters, three meters.
As if aware that the gig was up, the person beneath the tree moved and awkwardly turned over.
Jimmy got a clear look at this light thief.
It was a face... without any flesh.
No skin, no flesh, no nose... Just a gleaming skull.
Jimmy's mouth hung open as he stared dumbfoundedly at the gleaming skull.
Two seconds later, a faint, almost inaudible gurgling sound emanated from the young man's throat, and his eyes rolled back.
Jimmy's dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and his body crumpled limply.
Before losing consciousness, there was only one thought in Jimmy's mind—the thing he had seen was actually the back of a skull...