"All of you, shut up!"
The leading noble's shout once again drowned out the frog-like clamor. He swept a cold gaze over the crowd as he approached the old man and his granddaughter. At his side, the pickpocket was still fawningly muttering, "My lord, I was watching for you... Ah!"
SLAP!
With a single slap, the man's left cheek swelled, turning as red as a monkey's behind. He was sent flying over three meters, teeth tracing a brutal arc before clattering to the ground. The sheer force of the blow terrified everyone, and they instinctively took two steps back.
The natives who had been preparing to curry favor were dumbfounded. Some couldn't make sense of the situation, but even now, no one dared to question the noble's actions.
Theoretically, it was no issue for a noble to kill a native. In this world, most natives were considered nothing more than a resource, a raw material, possessing no autonomy.
