I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 136 - 127: Benefactor and Nemesis

Upon hearing this, Rogel did not speak and just turned his head after a slight nod.

Hudson seemed unconcerned about Anna’s family situation; he was merely concentrating on drawing something on her son Mark’s forehead with his fingers.

Before long, Hudson placed another Spiritual Image on Mark’s forehead and recited a spell.

This piece of Spiritual Image looked like a stone with special patterns.

After Hudson finished these actions, Mark’s complexion visibly recovered at a speed noticeable to the naked eye.

Hudson spent about ten to twenty minutes, and Anna watched with concern from the side.

"Alright."

Hudson turned his head, looking calmly at Rogel.

To him, this was part of the deal Rogel proposed, rather than helping Anna and her son.

"...Sir, how much, just name a price."

Anna hesitated for a moment, but still gritted her teeth and spoke.

Hudson remained silent, looking at Rogel.

"I’m not familiar with your market..." Rogel pondered for a moment, then smiled, "One silver coin."

Anna was momentarily stunned but then shook her head, resolutely speaking.

"Mr. Rogel, you and Mr. Hudson are undoubtedly good people, far kinder than those believers in the church, but I cannot take advantage of you because of that."

"You saved Mark, and that’s a tremendous favor. Without you two, I’m afraid Mark..."

Saying this, Anna fumbled through her pockets, took out what money she had, then fumbled again to make sure nothing was left, and handed all of it to Rogel.

"...Mr. Rogel, this may not meet your price... but this is all I have for now..."

Rogel raised his hand to stop her, casually accepted some, then returned the rest: "We are not short of money to buy bread."

"Take it."

Hearing Rogel’s words, Anna hesitated for a moment but eventually took back the money.

Mark had just recovered, and she still needed some money to buy medicine for him.

But just as Anna was about to express her gratitude, there came voices from the door.

"...Over here, Believer, sir!"

"There are two damn Witch Demons doing evil arts on my son in my house!"

"They also deceived my wife of her money!"

Rogel’s keen hearing picked up these voices clearly, even though they were somewhat distant.

His expression turned cold.

Regarding Anna and her drunkard husband’s matters, Rogel originally didn’t plan to interfere. After all, it was their family issue.

But now, it seemed this drunkard, for the sake of saving treatment costs, had come up with some crooked, evil ideas...

Hudson apparently heard the voices as well.

But he remained unusually calm and composed.

"Let’s take the back door."

"What’s going on?" Anna was somewhat clueless and was preparing to go up to open the door to check, but Hudson stopped her and asked about the location of the back door.

Soon after, Hudson headed in another direction.

But upon seeing Rogel unmoving, he furrowed his brow.

"Aren’t you planning to leave?"

"No." Rogel gently shook his head, eyes cold as he looked ahead, "I don’t plan to just leave like this."

"Wait for me at your place."

Hearing this, Hudson furrowed his brow further.

He hesitated for a moment, then stopped and stood beside Rogel.

"It’s hard to understand how you’ve survived until now."

He sighed slightly.

Rogel looked at him somewhat surprised and said, "That’s not part of our deal."

"If you die, my previous expenses would be wasted."

Hudson said lightly.

As he spoke, he drew a flintlock gun with special patterns from his waist.

Of course, if he wasn’t confident of getting away unscathed, he wouldn’t have rashly gotten involved in this mess.

In truth, it was impossible for Hudson to have any life-and-death camaraderie with Rogel, with whom he only had a trade relationship.

Years of demon-slaying had left him with only rational decision-making and cost-benefit analysis.

"Alright, consider this me owing you one."

Rogel nodded.

With that, he made his way toward Anna’s front door.

"Gentlemen, you must leave quickly!"

By now, Anna had also clearly heard the commotion outside; she was both angry and anxious, urging Rogel to leave.

Rogel gently shook his head: "Stand back a bit."

Then he stepped forward and opened Anna’s front door.

Anna’s drunkard husband was approaching with several people dressed in believer robes.

"Here it is." Anna’s drunkard husband pointed to the doorstep, growing more agitated upon seeing Rogel, "It’s those two!"

"Especially that one with skin as white as paper, he’s certainly a Witch Demon wearing human skin!"

The leading believer heard this and looked over.

He glanced at Hudson and frowned.

But upon seeing Rogel, his pupils instantly shrank.

Isn’t this the Witch Demon who massacred Church believers in Nadewilo?!

His scalp tingled with fear.

This guy was a Witch Demon who could easily kill even the Church’s Devoted Knight!

He initially thought it was just some charlatans tricking people, planning to capture and judge them.

But it’s actually a genuine Witch Demon!

You’re asking me to burn him?

"Oh? The Mother Goddess Church?"

Seeing the familiar emblem on the believer’s chest, a playful smile appeared on Rogel’s face.

It must be said, fate really had a way of crossing paths with old enemies.

"It’s them, it’s them!"

"Believer, sir! Send them to the stake!"

The drunkard hid behind the believer, spewing venomous words and glaring resentfully at Rogel.

Anna, that fool of a woman, actually intended to give money to these two guys!

How will I buy my booze?

Go to hell!

The believer’s heart roared with anger, itching to smack down this damn drunkard, but things had gone too far, so he could only bluff with harsh words, "Witch Demon! You committed unforgivable crimes in Nadewilo, and the Mother Goddess will bring punishment upon you!"

"If you surrender now, we might be lenient!"

"I am a kind man, perhaps I can plead for you..."

Before he could finish, he watched in terror as Rogel seemingly conjured an armor-piercing spear from thin air and hurled it toward him.

Reflexively, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, but the anticipated pain didn’t come; instead, a cry of agony came from beside him.

"Ah—ah!"

The drunkard was pinned directly against the wall behind him by the spear, piercing through his chest. The intense pain made him struggle and cry out, yet he dared not move. Blood flowed down in a stream.

"Ah!"

The leading believer and the believer next to him were so terrified by this scene that they collapsed to the ground.

Usually, they would only bully and deceive the commoners. How could they have ever seen such a situation?

This kind of thing could only be handled by true believers, missionaries, and devoted knights!

"Run!"

Panic-stricken, they tried to escape blindly.

Hudson, seeing this situation, frowned. After glancing at the gun in his hand, he decided to put it down.

Then, with a flip of his hand, he pulled out three small daggers from his waist bag.

Whizz, whizz, whizz!

The three believers, eyes filled with terror, clutched their throats and hearts, one after another, falling to the ground.

"Ah—"

"Murder!"

Screams erupted nearby, seemingly from someone who had witnessed the scene.

"You owe me twice."

"I’ll be targeted by the Mother Goddess Church."

Hudson walked over to Rogel with a frown.

Honestly, if he had known this would happen, he probably wouldn’t have agreed to come here.

However, in the situation just now, it wasn’t as if he could avoid being targeted by the Mother Goddess Church by not intervening.

So, after weighing his options, he decided to kill the three believers, making this Alchemist Rogel owe him a favor, to offset some of the losses.

"Alright."

Rogel nodded.

Then, he slowly walked toward the drunkard.

At this moment, Anna and another young man in the room behind also witnessed the scene, covering their mouths in horror.

"Dad!"

The young Mark watched this scene, overwhelmed with anger.

Having just woken up, he found himself witnessing such a sight.

Ignoring the voices from behind, Rogel walked over to the drunkard with a calm expression.

"Why did you do it?"

"Help me..." The drunkard’s lips quivered; his voice trembled as he looked at Rogel in fear.

"Honestly, we didn’t have to come."

"But we still saved your son."

"Yet, just because we might prevent you from having money for drinks, you reported us to the Church, trying to send us to the stake..."

Rogel lightly tapped his disgusted face with the dagger.

"Tell me, should I kill you?"

Upon hearing Rogel’s words, the drunkard became even more fearful.

"No, you can’t kill me!"

He noticed Mark and Anna behind him.

"Anna! Mark! Help! Save me!"

"Mark, I’m your father! Save me!"

Then, he begged Rogel for mercy.

"Sir, sir, have mercy on me! I know I was wrong. I have a wife and children to care for. Please, spare me for their sake, show me some pity..."

He wept bitterly, finally feeling fear as his life approached its end.

"Dad!" Seeing the situation, Mark was about to rush forward in anger.

But Anna pulled him back tightly, her eyes reddened as she shook her head.

Witnessing this scene, emotions surged in her heart, not wanting her husband to die before her eyes.

But she also understood why her husband ended up in such a situation.

Letting her son rush up would likely only lead to more unforeseen events.

Seeing this situation.

Rogel’s expression remained as calm as still water, showing no sign of hesitation.

While Anna and her son were indeed pitiable, that was a separate matter from this man’s deserved death.

Then, the dagger in his hand suddenly twisted.

Thunk!

With a soft sound, the dagger plunged swiftly into his temple, piercing through his skull.

The drunkard’s pleas stopped abruptly.

"You..."

The drunkard let out a weak breath before his eyes lost focus and his head tilted powerlessly.

The mother and son behind him had pupils that contracted tightly.

Rogel withdrew the armor-piercing spear, retracting it before slowly walking toward the mother and son.

Gazing at the young man’s eyes filled with hatred and confusion, Rogel’s expression was calm.

"Your name is Mark?"

The young man, somewhat at a loss, firmly shielded his mother behind him, glaring angrily at Rogel: "Bastard, what do you want to do!"

Upon seeing this, Rogel smiled.

At least, there was still a pillar in Anna’s family to hold up the household.

"Whether you thank me or hate me, regardless."

"Take good care of your mother, child."

Saying that he pulled up the hood of his coat, adjusted his mask, and left with Hudson into the shadows, leaving behind only a receding silhouette.

As he walked away, Mark’s body went limp, and his already exhausted body collapsed.

Anna quickly supported him, concern filled with heartache.

"Mom, they were the ones who saved me, right?"

Mark, however, looked up, bewilderedly, at his mother.

His mother pressed her lips together, finally nodding.

"Then why did he kill my father..."

"Why..."

Upon hearing this, tears streamed down Anna’s cheeks; she could only cover her mouth to suppress her sobs.

For the young Mark of Giant Claw City, this day was special.

Because, that day, he gained not only a lifesaver but also a father-killer.

And the two were the same person.

This left Mark feeling an unprecedented sense of confusion; he had never imagined that the words benefactor and enemy could be embodied in the same person at the same time.

But for him, whether to repay kindness or seek revenge, both seemed like extravagant hopes.

Because he still had to support this family, broken and missing a piece...