Night of the Soulless Heathens – 187



#187. Sugar Rush 3

“Other ranchers probably warned you to stop what you were doing right away. But you ignored them and came to this point. You didn’t think this was a war you just wanted to prove that you were doing the right thing and that you could make enough money by giving this much to the farm workers. You probably thought “If I just ate a little less I could solve this problem so why are you doing this?”

It was just as Azadin said.

Randa Vanema viewed the other ranchers who warned him as empty greedy people who could never get enough of what they had stuffed in their mouths.

They ridiculed their greed and foolishness but they overlooked the evil wisdom that had been passed down through generations to protect their wealth.

The fact that they underestimated them as mere greedy people and started the fight without the will to kill or die and that they were confused and now called the messenger clan with the emperor’s gold.

Azadin saw right through everything about Randa Vanema.

“Are you blaming me now? I only did it with good intentions!”

“Good intentions often lead to the worst results when not backed up by strength and wisdom.”

“….”

Landa Banema was speechless at Azadin’s rebuke.

“Then what do you want me to do? Just give up and have a political marriage and become a slave like them? Now you want me to betray the farm workers who came to follow me and break their expectations?”

“Mr. Sa sir.”

The bodyguards were taken aback when Landa Vanema let out a weak cry. But some of them were secretly relieved.

There is no way to turn this situation around without going to war with all the surrounding farms.

But war?

Those who have lived in Bel Hoda their entire lives know well that if they fight for this reason it will be an endless battle that will wash blood all over Bel Hoda.

The sugarcane farms of Bel Hoda have accumulated enormous amounts of money so each of them can be considered a true nobleman. When the war starts no one will give up until the enormous amount of money dries up so this land will never dry up in blood.

Wouldn’t we be able to find peace if we just gave up?

That was when I was thinking like that.

“Ah. Don’t worry petitioner. What I just said was only meant to share our understanding of the current situation. I’m not trying to break your will.”

Azadin smiled and pointed to Landa Banema.

“I like people like you. Most people have neither good intentions nor wisdom. On the other hand how precious are those who have good intentions.”

“….”

I don’t know if that’s an insult or a compliment. Well it’s an insult because he’s telling you to your face that you’re stupid but he’s saying it with a smile and a mouth that doesn’t even have eyes…

Usually such laughter would be seen as mockery. But this moment Lee Ja’s laughter seemed to come from genuine satisfaction.

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“My emotions are so wild that I don’t know what beat to dance to. I know that I did something unreasonable because I lacked the strength and wisdom. But that doesn’t mean I can compromise with them. Please lend me your strength and wisdom Herald Clan. How far can you go?”

“Well then let’s define the scope of the petition as follows. At the very least we will prohibit the kidnapping of people from Bel Hoda’s sugar plantations and their enslavement or similar practices. And we will prevent your family Landa Vanema from being destroyed by armed conflict between the plantations. How about that?”

“uh?”

Landa Banema was surprised by Azadin’s words.

I was worried that I would have to give up a lot since I had been criticizing her from the beginning but the scope of the petition that Azadin proposed was close to the best she could think of.

“Is that possible?”

“Of course it is possible if you have enough strength and will.”

“…will.”

“Then let’s first persuade the opposing farm owners. It would be better if we could end it through persuasion without showing any blood. Then can we leave this arena now?”

When Azadin asked her that Landa Vanema nodded.

Then….

-Shh!

Azadin’s body seemed to shake then he lightly kicked off the ground and jumped up and before he knew it he was holding onto the railing installed in Landa Vanema’s VIP seat with his hand.

“oh my god.”

It was too fast. Just like with the arrow earlier if Azadin wanted it Landa Vanema would never have survived. Even though the negotiation was conducted in such a safe place I felt goosebumps running down my spine.

“Then let’s accept the petition.”

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The arrival of the messengers was immediately known to the sugar industry association of Bel Hoda.

These nobles who have lived in the Bel Hoda area for a very long time even if they are from other farms if you trace their roots back to someone’s farm worker they are usually connected to them as cousins in-laws friends classmates seniors juniors etc.

Even among the people of the Banema plantation someone who had a connection with them was bound to belong to another plantation of the Bel Hoda sugar industry association and through them Landa Banema was constantly under surveillance.

“The messenger clan. What do you think?”

In the sugar cooperative’s clubhouse plantation owners chatted and played billiards with ivory balls.

Billiards and Bowling It was a popular pastime in Btuma and billiards in particular was a great way to show off one’s luxury.

These farm owners competed with each other in pleasure and luxury making billiard balls and cue sticks out of luxurious materials to show off their rotten money.

“So the messenger clan came? So that really exists.”

“That is true. Haven’t you heard the rumor that the Heralds have taken over Coral Sahar recently?”

“I should have heard it. But rumors are so confusing. Another rumor says that the Nagas attacked Coral Sahar.”

“Anyway it’s amazing that the soulless blasphemous God-Kingslayer clan still has its organization even after hundreds of years since the fall of the Emperor.”

They were amazed to hear of the appearance of the messenger clan but their impressions lacked a sense of crisis.

Even rumors about the excellent military power of the Herald Clan and the efforts and hard work they put in to accomplish their missions gave them no sense of crisis.

Because they had a lot of money had an army that was as good as any noble’s and hired very good adventurers.

The sinister notoriety of the Herald Clan and the derogatory names for their souls now began to pique their interest in a different direction.

“I heard that the messenger clan has a hierarchy but what is the hierarchy of the guy who came this time?”

“This is the second command.”

As the reporter spoke the farm owner’s hand that was playing billiards stopped.

“Second Commander?”

“Isn’t that really high?”

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The farmer who had cut a cigar with a cutter and lit it gathered up some phlegm and spat it out. A servant holding a silver tray politely caught the phlegm with both hands and carried it out of the clubhouse.

“The second leader of the messenger clan. How many of them are here?”

“One of those messengers two men and one woman.”

“Two men and one woman? Only four people came?”

“Yes. One of the men was wearing a blue towel probably a member of the Qing Dynasty. The other one was very muscular and was probably a member of the Tai Nation. He was always lying on the floor. And the woman was a very beautiful woman but she had a curved sword like a Naga and a chain veil.”

“I’m a woman?”

“She looks like a human woman.”

The curved sword is large and heavy making it not an easy weapon for a woman to handle. It must be a magician who can strengthen his strength with secret arts or a real naga.

“I don’t know if she’s Naga or not but judging from the fact that the others don’t have bows it looks like the messenger clan only has one man.”

“If there’s only one messenger clan the rest are just rags. If you’re the second messenger you must have a lot of subordinates. So what are you doing?”

“that is….”

The servant who brought the news spoke hesitantly.

“I heard that you were just waiting for something and eating at the Banema farm.”

“Are you going to eat rice or something?”

“You came yesterday so you’re probably just recovering from the hangover.”

“I see.”

It makes sense. When you travel you get tired. You can’t do anything when you’re tired.

But what can you do if you don’t feel tired?

“Could it be that we are waiting for reinforcements?”

Some took a cautious approach but one young ambitious farmer stepped forward with a bang.

“What does it matter? I’ll handle it.”

“You’re going to handle it?”

“Yes. We have contracts with adventurers who help us slay the monsters that often appear on our farm and their skills are quite impressive.”

“If that’s the case we’re no pushovers either.”

The farm owners not only armed their serfs and organized their own private armies but also hired A-class or higher adventurers from the Cell Sword Guild at their own expense.

The adventurers of this Cell Sword Guild were hired for money but as they became long-term employees loyalty and affection developed between the employer and employee. The farm owners became proud of the reputation and skills of the adventurers they hired.

At that time the Herald Clan was a great source of fame. What if the adventurer you hired defeated the Herald Clan?

The desires and vanity of the farm owners who had already become intoxicated with all sorts of pleasures and had lost their sense of reason began to stir and become active again after a long time.

“The Second Commander. If we can defeat it it will be a great title for our adventurers.”

“Then what should we do? Should I go first with the friends I’m supporting? I also want to see the skills of the second leader of the messenger clan….”

“Are you trying to be lethal first?”

“Oh you don’t know your opponent’s abilities? You’re taking such a risk… If by any chance I fail wouldn’t it be easier for those who try to challenge you to do so since they already know the information?”

“I can’t put you through that. I’ll be the first to go.”

“Oh Mr. Salko. You are old. Please refrain from getting excited like that like a fighting dog.”

The ranchers were chatting humorously among themselves competing to see who could catch the messenger clan first.

That was when.

“Knock knock. Are you there?”

A person’s voice was heard outside the door.

And then… suddenly the clubhouse door burst open and a torrent of bullets poured in. It was as if someone had smashed the door with a catapult.

But then the servants came out and caught the flying door with amazing skill.

This clubhouse is a place where farm owners who are tired of enjoying all sorts of pleasures alone gather to brag about their bad tastes. The farm owners’ bodyguards are already everywhere.

They skillfully absorbed the force of the flying door and carefully placed it on the floor.

“Oh excuse me. You’re really good at it.”

The person who knocked on the door and came in was a young man wearing a mask.