Revenge of the Son of the Nobles

Chapter 47: Sinting

Peter's unit returned to the outpost after another unit arrived to escort the townspeople to several different towns, the damage to the town was severe and unsafe, moreover, the city's fortress had mostly collapsed.

The children of the city grieve when they have to part with Alex, because after seeing Daisy flying with the force of the wind, some mothers come to Alex, begging Alex to fly their child as well.

Saddened by having to leave the city and shocked by the demonic attack disappearing because of it, they were flying around with faces full of laughter, some boys also started playing wars in the air, and they started playing, make the atmosphere more excited because of the commotion they make.

Demonic attacks and damaged city conditions here and there like being forgotten, the process of evacuating the citizens of the city becomes smoother because the adults do not need to take care of their children thanks to Alex's diversion.

But it also makes their fun quickly end, how else, they really have to get out of the city immediately.

The parents are a little troubled when some children cry loudly because they do not accept parting with Alex, actually Alex feels sorry, but anyway the more important task is waiting for him.

"Why are you following so sadly?" Peter asks Alex on their way back to the defensive post.

"It looks like you're not willing to part with them either?" One of his colleagues teased him, indeed his face had looked lethargic after parting with the children.

"Not really," replied Alex as he gushed his partner's face with cigar smoke.

The fellow coughed in shock, "Hey! Don't light the cigars on the horse-dong wagon" he exclaimed in protest.

"Bodo is very." Alex nonchalantly sucked back on his cigar, again deliberately blowing the cigar smoke into his partner's face.

"Argh! Shit!" He wagged his hands, trying to drive away the smoke of cigars he disliked.

Other colleagues including Peter laughed at that, colleagues who had been sprayed with cigar smoke by Alex finally grumbling moved seats, after Alex just turned off the cigar and instead took out a bottle of liquor. Purposefully.

"Why don't you want to smoke tobacco? Drinking is also unwilling, going to the brothel is also unwilling. You're a real soldier, aren't you, Wilman?" Another Alex colleague asked about the behavior of their colleagues who had been sprayed Alex, Wilman was never seen doing these things.

"Where is my mother allowed." Answer's short. The horse carriage was silent for a moment.

Laughter exploded after that.

"WILMAN MAMA'S SON!" One of the soldiers ruffled Wilman's hair, accompanied by the laughter of another soldier.

"You still suckle your mother? I don't like to drink alcohol." Ledek one of them.

"Why don't you come with me and suckle girls in brothels if you still don't want to drink alcohol?" The other soldiers were met with laughter from other soldiers.

Wilman was visibly upset by their taunts, he was indeed the youngest soldier there, his mother always said that he should not touch tobacco, alcohol and women while on the battlefield. He just complies.

"Already, Wilman. Even if you do your mother won't know." Peter slightly persuaded Wilman while thrusting a bottle filled with alcohol.

"No, thank you." The answer was brief while keeping Peter's hand away.

Everyone felt strange as well as amazed by Wilman who was stubborn, no matter what his mother was like until she still obeyed his words despite being far away from him.

"Or do you want to try going to the brothel with us? No need to say anything, you just look around." A witch from the Department of Magic on the train is trying to influence Wilman. His other colleagues immediately agreed to his words, the witch was already a subscription.

Wilman was still firm, he just shook his head while throwing his face away.

"Are you going to die a virgin? We could die at any moment, it could even be that this moment suddenly a demon appeared in front of us."

"KIEEEKK!"

*CRASH CRASH*

They were startled by the screams of unknown creatures, followed by the horse carriage they were riding suddenly losing control and being toppled several times.

"HOLD ON!" Peter shouted loudly.

Their train rolled over and dragged several times until it finally stopped, some soldiers were seen injured in some parts of the body, but no one seems to have sustained fatal injuries as Alex swiftly took out the roots of the plant to hold his comrades' bodies in place.

After making sure no one was seriously injured, Peter cut off Alex's root which was holding his body and pulled his head out of the carriage to see the conditions outside the carriage.

"KIEEEEKK!" The creature again let out a shrill cry, a second later Peter's body drooped with his head still outside the car.

Unable to understand what was going on, a barrage of gunfire penetrated the carriage and rained down on them, several soldiers collapsed instantly, Alex immediately formed a protector using a combination of ground and plant strength to protect the carriage.

A few needles stuck in Alex's armour and scratched some of his limbs, thankfully none of them got stuck.

Unfortunately, some of the soldiers were killed due to the impromptu attack, Alex circled his gaze around to see what the creature was actually shooting at.

"What the fuck? Needles?" The magician who also managed to survive for removing protective magic in time pulled something from the body of the dead soldier.

The needle looks strange because the shape of the serration on the needle is too precise, and it looks like the needle is made of iron-like material.

One type of demon flashed through Alex's mind, he got out of the carriage and saw Peter who was killed with half of his body dangling out the carriage door, two iron needles were seen stuck in his head. Alex pulls out the needle and closes Peter's eyes, "You brave soldier, captain."

He then peeked out of the protective crack of the ground, there, the figure of an iron-bodied hedgehog and glowing green eyes was seen walking pacing outside the protector made by Alex.

The witch comes out following Alex and checks the condition of their horse and his sais. "Damn it, our horse died because of these needles."

"How are the other trains doing?" The witch came up to Alex and sitting leaning next to him, she exclaimed as her foot was nudged by the root of Alex's protective plant, apparently she was hit by a needle in her leg.

Alex opened a slight gap on the other side and peered out, seen the train rolled over in crumbling conditions due to a barrage of needle shots, a pool of blood formed under the train.

"Dam."

"It looks like bad news." One of the soldiers came out of the carriage, some needles were seen stuck in his armour and some of his limbs.

"How much is left of us Gilbert?" The witch asked the soldier who had just come out.

"It seems there are still some people inside, they are still busy groaning in pain." A soldier named Gilbert leaned near the witch.

"You got a plan, Alex?" The magician asked in the middle of his groan, the prick of the needle was getting more and more painful as time passed.

"It's simple, isn't it, Dustin?" Gilbert replied in a cynical tone.

"really simple. But did you seriously say that, you son of a bitch?" The witch also said cynically while enduring the pain.

"No, I'm serious. But the devil is gone first."

The two people were half in disbelief, then they opened a crack in the ground protector and peeked out.

"Truly no more."

The demon had indeed left, the situation could be considered safe at this moment and they could have gotten out of the protective ground, only the problem was what they had to do afterwards.

The defensive post was still about ten minutes from their current location, but that was if they used a horse carriage. The problem was, the four horses they had and the two carriages were already unusable, so it was already dead.

They are unlikely to walk on foot considering their risk of being ambushed is high enough for now.

"We have to wait for the unit to evacuate the townspeople anyway." The witch complained. He began providing the first treatment on his wounds and Gilbert, since he was the only one carrying medical supplies, the medical unit was on another train.

"I thought so too, but maybe they've been swept away by the devil's ambush." Sahut the soldier.

Alex who heard that immediately reflected the faces of the citizens and children, he clenched his hands with a rumbling heart, cursing the demons in his heart.

Two other soldiers were seen limping out of the carriage, one of them being Wilman.

"Gee, new kids are usually lucky, but this is too lucky." Dustin.

Wilman's condition looks quite severe, a lot of scratches and needles stuck in the back of the body because the needles first hit the side of the train occupied by Wilman, he was lucky that there was no needle stuck in his neck or head.

The other soldier looks better than Wilman although actually can not be said to be okay, the soldier's ears are cut off and some needles are also stuck in his body although not as much as Wilman.

"Come, lucky boy, I'll pour alcohol on your wound so as not to rot." Gilbert took out his bottle of alcohol from the bag.

Wilman was silent for a moment. "It's not a pity that it's thrown away? Better give it to me for a drink."

Everyone fell silent and looked at Wilman for a while, then they started laughing.

Dustin approached Wilman while shuffling, if it were not for Wilman's injuries mostly in the back area, he would have patted Wilman's back.

"Wah wow. You've realized that life is short." Dustin gave his bottle of alcohol to Wilman, "you just drink it, Gilbert's alcohol is too hard for a beginner like you."

"Ah, right too." Gilbert just woke up.

Wilman stared at the bottle Dustin gave him, then he closed his eyes and downed the bottle, complaining long afterwards.

"So? How's it?" Dustin who saw Wilman's reaction became a little worried.

"This is ... Steady bad." Wilman swigged down Dustin's bottle.

Laughter rang out again, Dustin and Gilbert helped the two men to sit down, providing the first treatment for them.

Dustin took out another bottle and lifted it to a toast. Everyone took out their bottles of alcohol and held them up high.

"For Wilman!" Dustin.

"TO WILMAN!" Excite them in unison.

Alex thrusts a cigar at Wilman. "It shouldn't be afraid of tobacco smoke anymore, right?" He chuckled and received the cigar, Alex let out a fire on his finger to ignite the cigar.

Wilman coughed when he first smoked the cigar, but he continued to suck on it, everyone clapping at Wilman's persistence.

"Well! Now you look like a real soldier!" Dustin rattled Wilman's sticky hair from the blood.

Gilbert suddenly stood up and walked towards the carriage. "What are you doing?" Dustin asked, his face starting to turn red.

"Heh, wouldn't their alcohol be in vain?" Gilbert pulled Peter's bottle of alcohol out of his pocket, Dustin and the others went silent for a moment, then they burst into laughter.

"This guy is a real bastard!" Dustin said he caught a bottle of alcohol Gilbert threw.

"Yes, he's an asshole!" Wilman also cursed at Gilbert, apparently getting drunk. Their laughter exploded again.

Gilbert sat back down after picking up a few more bottles, exchanging stories while drinking and sucking on cigars.

"Oi, Alex. You're a noble's son, aren't you?" Dustin, who was drunk, asked the question.

"Your nobleman, I have to go everyday to find medicinal plants and mushrooms to survive the damn thing." Alex also started to look drunk.

"Hehehe ... If you're gonna lie think dong." Wilman who looks the drunkest among the five of them points Alex in the forehead, "right, Saul? You're a noble, should be able to feel the aura of another noble dong."

The soldier who had lost one ear gasped, he flickered looking at Alex with his eyes puffed up for a while.

Saul suddenly laughed and pointed at Alek. "Yes! Yep! Ahaha! You right! He's Prince Theodore right!" It doesn't seem like Wilman was the worst drunk.

Gilbert laughed loudly while hitting the ground looking at Saul's behavior. "AHAHAHA! These kids are all crazy!"

"Ngaca dong son of a bitch." Dustin who staggered pushed Gilbert's head which immediately fell sprawled while cursing Dustin and laughing.

All the assholes in that place are crazy.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

"!!!!"