Prime Originator

Chapter 616 - Commotion

Within the royal family's palace grounds of the Desolate Crow Clan, The group of Rank 1 Transcendent Beastkin Warriors arrived in the courtyard before Jorn order, "Wait here while I go report to Lord Bahlzacs."

"Will you be fine facing Lord Bahlzacs alone, Brother Jorn? Are you sure you don't want us to accompany you?" One of the Beastkin warriors asked.

"No, only the strongest of us is needed to report to Lord Bahlzacs," Jorn shook his head and said, "If any you also follow me, Lord Bahlzacs might become suspicious."

"This… Then be careful, Brother Jorn."

"Relax. Nothing will go wrong if I behave normally."

After Jorn spoke, he left the group and entered the palace, heading straight for the clan leader's bedchamber—which was now Lord Bahlzacs's den of lust.

At the same time, Jorn's expression turned solemn instantly the moment he stepped inside the palace, which was filled with a depressive air.

The servants quickly noticed Jorn's entry with a glance, but none offered to greet him as they all wore dull looks.

Some servants were seen moping the bloodstains on the ground while others carried out the bodies of female clansmen.

It was not long before Jorn arrived in front of the bedchamber with a grim look.

After inhaling a gasp of air, he issued a long sigh to relax his nerves and mentally prepare himself before knocking on the door.

Knock, knock!

"Come in."

A casual yet raspy voice was heard on the other side of the door, permitting Jorn's entry before he pushed open the bedchamber doors.

An intense smell immediately assaulted his nostrils, causing his expression to wrinkle slightly in disgust before his gaze fell on Lord Bahlzacs's figure lying lazily in bed with four other naked female clansmen with dull looks.

His gaze lowered slightly onto the sight of several more naked clansmen lying on the floor without a single breath left in them while bruises and blood covered their bodies.

Jorn clenched his fist tightly.

"Report," Lord Bahlzacs uttered.

A glint of interest flickered in the corner of his eyes as he silently observed the Mid-Rank 1 Transcendent in front of him, wondering how much longer the person could endure before snapping.

"The disturbance outside of the clan was caused by a group of strong beastmen that was passing by, Lord Bahlzacs."

"And the rat tide?"

"The rat tide is no more. They were drawn away by the group of beastmen that accidentally attracted them. The clan is freed from the rat tide. But for how long, this subordinate cannot assume an answer."

"I see…"

Lord Bahlzac studied Jorn's calm expression carefully for any hint of lies before rubbing his chin in deep thoughts.

"Will you be heading outside the clan for some fresh air, Lord Bahlzacs?" Jorn continued to inquire calmly, but he was not sure how long he will be able to keep up his false calmness.

Nevertheless, Lord Bahlzacs did not notice anything.

"No. Maybe later, but not now," Lord Bahlzacs wrapped his arms around two naked clansmen, pulling them closer to himself with a grin before he continued, "But you are right about fresh air."

"The air in here has been rather stuffy lately. Go, take the chance to arrange people to dump the dead bodies outside and clean up the filth in the clan."

"Yes, Lord Bahlzacs."

"Wait."

Lord Bahlzacs suddenly called out just as Jorn prepared to leave, causing him to turn around and ask, "Is there anything else, Lord Bahlzacs?"

"Find another two beauties and deliver them to my bedchamber as well," Lord Bahlzacs stated with a sly grin.

Jorn's body immediately trembled with anger, but he held everything in with his clenched fists and nodded in compliance.

"Understood."

…

Meanwhile, news of the Holy Water continued to spread like wildfire throughout the Desolate Crow Clan, drawing all the clansmen over to validate its authenticity.

Of the three groups of clansmen heading towards the location of the water fountain, the clan's noble aristocrats were the last to arrive at the site.

Nevertheless, once they arrived, trouble was sparked once more.

"Make way! Get out of the way, you filthy peasants!"

"The aristocrats are coming through! Y'all better move it!"

A group of strong servants barged into the gathered crowd of sick clansmen, clearing a path by force for the arriving nobles.

No matter how aggrieved the regular clansmen felt, they had no choice but to step aside for the aristocrats in the clan.

They watched as the group of black-winged aristocrats passed through the crowd and reached the water fountain.

"Move it, peasant!"

The leading black-winged aristocrat, a middle-aged man with the strength of an Early-Rank 1 Transcendent, immediately lashed out with a kick at a clansman scooping up Holy Water for a sip.

"Ahhh!"

The male clansmen flew before vomiting blood some distance away before the crowd immediately drew in sharp breaths.

How vicious!

As expected of the high-standing aristocrats!

They do not give a sh*t about the regular clansmen that were born without the black-feathered wings like them!

"This is the so-called Holy Water?" The black-winged aristocrat muttered while scooping a handful of Holy Water to drink.

The black-winged aristocrat's eyes immediately lit up in the next moment, feeling invigorated and lively again due to the Holy Water working its magic.

"Such potent medicine! It's even better than the medicine refined by the best doctors in the clan!" The black-winged aristocrat exclaimed.

After looking at the half-emptied water fountain, the black-winged aristocrat immediately made a decision.

"Hmph, such good medicine must be monopolized by the aristocrats. Go, shoo away these lowly peasants and contact the other aristocrat families."

"Yes, my Lord!"

The servants quickly nodded in compliance after the black-winged aristocrat issued his order as they turned to the regular clansmen with fierce looks and barked, "Hurry up and get lost!"

"Lord Naargoc has issued his order! No peasants are allowed here! Hurry up and leave if you do not want to get hurt!" Another servant hollered.

Unsurprisingly, the regular clansmen were immediately rioted.

It was still bearable when the aristocrats wanted to jump the queue for drinking Holy Water, but now, the aristocrats also wanted to deprive their hopes?

How can they continue to endure this?!

"You can't do this to us! The Holy Water is for everyone to share!"

"How dare you monopolize the Holy Water for yourself! Do you have no compassion for your fellow clansmen?!"

"These damn aristocrats want to drive us to our deaths! We must fight them! Stand up, my brothers and sisters! Stand up and fight!"

The regular clansmen roared furiously despite their weakened states.

However, they were not alone.

Even the warriors and the other clansmen who have already drunk from the fountain joined them in protest, causing their united voice to shake the ground.

The servants were immediately at a loss.

They could bully the peasants all they want, but killing them was a different story entirely. If they do it, they will become outcasts hated by all.

At the same time, a young black-winged man stepped forward from the group of aristocrats and spoke, "Lord Father, if you mustn't push the regular clansmen too far or they will rebel."

"Also, the Holy Water was refined by the miracle doctor. You can't simply monopolize the miracle doctor's medicine without his approval. I think we should first ask—"

Smack!

Lord Naargoc gave his son a tight slap before looking at him indifferently, "When was it your turn to tell me what to do? One day, you will be the head of the family. But that day hasn't come yet."

"Do not question my actions again." Lord Naargoc frowned before adding, "Doctors might be a respectable profession, but they are still weaklings who cannot fend for themselves."

"I do not need their permissions when I do things," He stated arrogantly before waving his hand to a servant, "Go, take some servants with you to find the miracle doctor and capture him."

"You want to capture the miracle doctor? How can you do that, Lord Father?!" The young black-winged man exclaimed in shock despite the burning pain on his left cheek.

Shortly after, he started criticizing his father, "The miracle doctor has helped the clan greatly by refining this Holy Water! We mustn't replace gratitude with malice!"

"Hmph, what do you know? If we can offer both the Holy Water and the miracle doctor to Lord Bahlzacs, we will be able to improve our family's position greatly!

"But this not the way of the Desolate Crow Clan! It is morally wrong! Who would still respect our family if you do this?"

"Respect doesn't mean sh*t! I am doing this for our family's survival!" Lord Naargoc thundered before ordering a servant, "Take the young master away. The disease has gotten to his head, not making him think straight."

"Yes, Lord Naargoc!"

"You're the one not thinking straight, Father! Stop this madness at once!" Lord Naargoc's son protested, but he was helpless to resist the servant's strength as he was taken away.

…

At the same time, the loud commotion outside reached Leon and Lilith's ears inside of the little boy's home before they began to frown.

"I'll go see what is happening outside, so you can focus on treating this patient," Lilith stated before getting up promptly to head outside and check.

Nevertheless, she did not forget to rub the little boy's head and said, "Be good while I am gone and don't interrupt your big brother's treatment, alright?"

"Yes, big sister! I won't!" The little boy said.

Shortly after Lilith reached the door, Leon spoke, "Just shout if you need help."

"Mm…" Lilith nodded.