Chapter 1069: Chapter 594: The Legend of the Taboo Legion of the Ancient Empire
They say ruffians are all about having guts and a thick skin.
If they get scared easily, then they won’t survive in this world.
"Fuck, old man, what’s it to you?"
"Do you know who this is? Who dares to mess with him?"
"This one’s even more heavyweight..."
Before he could finish, the tavern owner didn’t waste any words, he simply aimed his musket.
Facing the dark barrel of the gun, the three who had just barged in were frightened, forgetting that they were only a few steps away, they pointed at the Clown and turned to flee.
"Just you wait!"
The other two quickly escaped as well, but not without shouting further.
"If you have the guts, don’t come out!"
"If you come out, you’ll get what’s coming!"
Their antics successfully amused everyone, even a real clown couldn’t perform such a comical act, there’s no need to say who’s the king of clowns now.
"What’s going on? How did you provoke them?"
The owner put away his musket and looked at the Clown.
He needed to maintain the tavern’s order, otherwise, if any punk could cause trouble, who would come?
But the owner wasn’t running a charity, he couldn’t handle everything himself; in the Imperial Capital, full of strange characters, no one could manage everything.
The reason he spoke up earlier, apart from them breaking the tavern’s rules, was because everyone knew those ruffians nearby, knowing they had no backing.
Others were also drawn by the owner’s voice, curious as to why the Clown had attracted those people.
The Clown, however, remained relaxed and simply explained that a noble tipped him, and they saw him, wanting to rob him.
"Hahaha! A noble noticed you, and you didn’t go?"
"You really shouldn’t, some places are better left unseen, you never know what those guys like..."
As that person spoke, a lewd smile appeared, but soon someone else took over the conversation.
"You’re right, I’ve heard that..."
In barely two sentences, the topic shifted to which noble liked men, followed by waves of laughter.
In today’s society, gossip was their main form of entertainment, regardless of gender.
The owner, however, stayed on topic, signaling after listening.
"Messing with those guys is a waste of time, I’ll have someone take you out the back door.
If that doesn’t work, you can find that noble, those ruffians wouldn’t dare mess with big figures."
Although the owner seemed to be offering help for the Clown to escape, in truth, he wanted him to leave.
As he said, those ruffians were real nuisances, inside the tavern, rules could suppress them, but outside it was trickier.
If they blocked patrons at the entrance, it would be troublesome for him.
Also, if they did something like throwing manure at the tavern, it would be disgusting even if not damaging.
The owner wouldn’t risk himself for a transient Clown.
The Clown seemed to understand, replying with a smile.
"Then let me play one last tune."
With that, he took out his instrument from his bag and, leaning against the bar, began playing a light rhythm.
The already lively tavern was soon immersed in the cheerful music, with genuine smiles on everyone’s faces.
The owner, wiping glasses behind the bar, was unwittingly drawn into the melody, recalling happy memories, humming a song not quite audible.
He must have been quite the character in his youth, with so many fond memories.
As the tune ended, the Clown bowed to thank the audience, who were still reveling in the music.
By the time everyone realized, the Clown had vanished, with no trace of him in the tavern.
Yet no one said anything; with so many people coming and going daily, it’s better to forget than to dig further.
After all, while they showed some resistance earlier, in truth, nobody would have actually made a move; if the trio had been tougher, their cover might have been blown, they were just ordinary people.
Meanwhile, the trio was squatting outside, discussing their next move, as the tavern owner suspected, they were indeed planning to cause trouble for the tavern if the Clown didn’t come out.
"Whose turf is this?"
"Which Big Brother runs this area?"
"I’ll go find out who that old man is."
But before that, they needed to gather information; surviving on petty theft and scams till now meant avoiding crossing powerful people.
At this moment, one of them noticed the Clown swaggering out, seemingly unfazed by their threats, which only provoked their fragile egos further.
"Fuck! That guy came out."
"He’s playing us, we have to take him down."
"Let’s go, after him!"
The other two quickly followed, oblivious to the dwindling number of people around them...
Not until they turned a corner into a dark alley did the Clown’s light steps halt, he turned to face the three pursuing him, a strange laugh emanating from behind the mask.
"Heheh~ I was just planning to teach a lesson, but it seems blood will score a new symphony."
Combined, the three probably knew fewer than ten characters, let alone understanding such strange words.
