Chapter 35 Searching
Dixtis's voice wasn't loud.
But when it reached the ears of his 'friends,' it was like a thunderclap exploding in their ears.
A feeling of terror surged from the bottom of his heart, followed by a cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
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"No...impossible...absolutely impossible!"
"That's... the Nemean Lion, a legendary monster..."
"Even King Argos's ten thousand-strong army could not defeat that lion..."
"How could you still be alive!?"
The 'friend' wore some gold jewelry, but it did not give him the air of an aristocrat or a superior; instead, it revealed the poor and stingy nature of someone who had just become rich.
However, his friend soon noticed something amiss: Dick was far too filthy... and reeked of dirt, making him seem less like a victorious warrior and more like a deserter.
Yes, he must be a deserter!
The lion was too powerful, so he ran away...
It was precisely because of Dick's cowardice that he was able to save his life... However, according to King Argos's decree on the treatment of deserters, Dicktis would definitely not live long... Perhaps, the kingdom's patrol is already hunting down this deserter!
My friend is increasingly convinced that this idea is correct...
If that's the case, then for me now, there's nothing to be afraid of about Dicttis!
The friend stared at the silent Dick and slowly exhaled.
He displayed an arrogant attitude and said:
"Dicktis…"
"I thought of our past relationship..."
"We will not pursue your wrongdoing of trespassing, nor will we report you to the patrolling soldiers."
"I have five gold coins here. Take them and leave quickly."
"Don't come again..."
"We are no longer part of the same social class."
Dicttis remained silent and unmoved.
He stood there with bloodshot eyes.
But he seemed to still hold onto a sliver of hope, and he asked, trembling—
Where is my son?
"Where is my son Perseus?"
Seeing that Dick was still nagging about the matter, his friend gritted his teeth, took out a money pouch from his pocket, counted out more than forty gold coins, thought for a moment, and then took back the extra gold coins, making a total of forty gold coins.
He handed it to Dickies, saying with some reluctance:
"These are forty gold coins..."
"Adding what I just gave you, that makes a total of forty-five gold coins..."
"That's enough for you to eat and drink well for more than half a year."
"Don't even think about it—"
Before his friend could finish speaking, an arrow was pressed against his neck, and dozens of glittering gold coins in his hand clattered to the ground.
"I fucking asked...where's my son?!"
Dicttis held a sharp bronze arrow tightly against his friend's throat.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, like a bloodthirsty beast...
His friend was too frightened to move. He looked up and saw Dick's bloodthirsty eyes, and then he suddenly realized—
Dicttis was no longer the down-on-his-luck, naive prince, nor the fisherman at the mercy of others...
He has been tempered into a warrior...
A powerful warrior with unwavering conviction.
"Dick…Your Highness Dicktis…"
"Relax, let me explain... let me explain..."
My friend, shrugging his neck and trembling with fear, kept explaining:
"I have a lot of money... Your Highness, I can help you restore your kingdom!"
"You may not know this, but I've recently gotten involved in the slave trade..."
"He caught the wave, made a fortune, and now commands several slave caravans!"
"Your Highness Dick...I don't know why you're interested in that child?"
"He's not your biological son..."
"The blood of the Seriforth royal family has not yet flowed in their veins..."
His friend noticed a glint in Dickies' eyes.
Thinking that his words had moved Dicttis, he hurriedly continued to entice him:
"Your Highness Dicttis..."
"I wish to find you a beautiful young woman to be your concubine..."
"You are very young; you are perfectly capable of having an heir of your own, with pure Seriphos royal blood..."
"I am also willing to use my life savings to support your restoration of the kingdom and the rebuilding of the magnificent city-state of Seriphos..."
"You are respected as—"
"King of Seriphos"
Dick punched his friend hard in the nose.
My friend's nose broke, he saw stars, felt dizzy, and almost lost his balance.
When his friend recovered, the sharp arrow was still firmly pressed against his neck.
He stared in despair at Dicktis, whose eyes were bloodshot, and heard a low growl in his ear—
"I'll ask one last time..."
"My son...Perseus...where is he?!"
The friend's last hope finally crumbled; he knelt on the ground and begged Dick for mercy.
"No...I was wrong, please forgive me...Your Highness!"
"I shouldn't have sold Prince Perseus."
"Forgive me, Your Highness!"
"I sold it to him two months ago..."
"I really don't know—"
Before his friend could finish speaking, the arrow pierced his throat, and blood gushed from his ruptured trachea...
He discovered in despair that he could not breathe and could not make any sound.
He clutched his neck in terror, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the bleeding...
They could only watch helplessly as Dicttis walked away covered in blood, like a god of death.
Until Dickies left the villa...
Until his last moment of losing consciousness...
He inexplicably recalled the prophetic words that Perseus the Younger had once spoken to him—
He'll come back...he'll kill you!
...
Argos, the slave quarter.
This was the area where slaves were imprisoned and traded.
Slave traders and merchants pooled their resources to pay a large annual tax, and some nobles and officials recommended each other for jobs. As a result, this area along the river in the city became a special slave district.
Dicttis walked into the slave market covered in blood.
His appearance quickly caught the attention of some patrolling soldiers maintaining order. The soldiers stepped forward, stopped Dick, and questioned him: "Why are you covered in blood? What are you doing here!"
When Dicttis raised his scarlet eyes, the soldiers were startled, and their hands unconsciously gripped the hilts of their swords.
Dick replied truthfully: "I just killed an animal!"
The soldiers were intimidated by Dick's imposing manner.
They had only ever felt this kind of imposing aura from those golden warriors, and for a moment they dared not step forward.
Dick, on the other hand, walked straight into the trading area...
She was searching for her son.
Have you ever seen a little boy with blond hair? About this tall, with blue eyes, and very delicate features...?
Dick asked each person individually, but this time he was smarter; he would give a few gold coins as payment for each person he asked.
The merchants who received the money immediately changed their expressions from disdain to fawning, and told them everything they knew.
Soon, Dick found a clue—
"Sir, I think I've handled this child before..."
After receiving Dick's gold coins, a merchant hesitated...
Seemingly for some reason, he shook his head again.
Seeing this, Dick took a ruby from his pocket and placed it in his hand...
The vendor's eyes widened in disbelief. He was just a secondhand human trafficker; he'd never seen anything like this before.
He conservatively estimated that the gem could fetch at least five thousand gold coins!
So the vendor stopped caring about rules and morals and began to explain everything in detail:
That was about two months ago...
"I received a little boy from a man; he was tied up..."
"The child is just as you described, with golden-brown curly hair, blue eyes, and a very delicate and lovely appearance..."
"At first I thought it was a girl..."
"Later, after I took over, I gave the child a bath..."
"His appearance amazed me; I've never seen such a fine piece of trash... cough cough, I mean, such a handsome boy..."
"It's inappropriate to brand such a child as a slave…it would lower his value…"
"So I didn't do that... instead, I provided them with good food and drink..."
"Such a beautiful child can surely fetch a good price..."
"As expected, a nobleman came knocking on the door..."
"He spent nearly eight hundred gold coins..."
"We bought the child..."
"You should know that even during the peak of the market, the most expensive child only cost 300 gold coins..."
Seeing Dick's face turn ashen, the merchant sensed something was wrong and cautiously probed:
"Sir, is that child yours...?"
Dick's voice was forced out through clenched teeth as he said:
"He is my son."
"..."
After finding out where the nobleman lived.
Dick, covered in blood, walked out of the slave quarters and arrived at the nobleman's mansion.
Dick had no patience left for the tedious formalities of reporting and going through procedures with the nobleman. He simply kicked open the gate of the nobleman's mansion and barged inside.
He used his longbow as a club, and the guards who came up to stop him were all easily knocked down and knocked unconscious by Dick.
Unless the Golden Warrior is present, no one in this place is currently a match for Dicttis.
He easily emptied the entire noble mansion.
Like terrorists, they roughly grabbed the obese nobleman and interrogated him—
"Where is the child?!"
The nobles were horrified:
"child?"
Which child are you asking about?
Dick was taken aback.
Then, following the instructions of the nobles, they proceeded.
They opened a cellar.
And in the cellar.
Dixtis witnessed a scene that he could never forget, a scene that became the source of all his nightmares and motivations for the rest of his life—
The corpses were piled up in the cellar like bricks and tiles.
The corpses were covered in blood, with wounds scattered beneath, especially in their genitals...
And beneath those mountains of corpses.
Dozens of naked, bruised children huddled in a corner...
His gaze was vacant.
...