This King Had An Omnishop-Chapter 17 - Rumor

Alexander, noticing the attack coming from above, raised his hand, opened the middle part of his fingers, and caught the blade.

The man, stunned by this, tried to pull the blade out, but it was stuck. It was as if it had been nailed to a wall, immovable no matter how much force he applied.

His face turned red, and the lines on it began to bulge. The others, seeing the thief's unexpected strength, their faces grew solemn.

If the person in front of them is a warrior, then they will die, as the gap in strength between a warrior and a normal person is like the difference between the foot of a mountain and its peak.

"Hurry! Attack him now—this is our chance! Now that he's occupied, if he ever lets go, he'll only end up hurting himself," the man shouted as he looked at them to his left and right.

Hearing his shout, all of them gained some courage to attack. The first two men from the left and right rushed towards him.

The man on the right carried a hoe, while the other held a shovel. Alexander, seeing their attack, decided to make his move, gripping the blade between his fingers.

With just a slight press, the blade snapped loudly, and its shards fell to the ground. Seeing this, the man holding the bolo was horrified.

"This thief is actually godly!" he thought.

Alexander then slightly raised his leg and delivered a kick to the man in front. He deliberately held back his strength to avoid seriously injuring him.

Since he was simply doing a good deed, and because these were his own people, why would he hurt them when their intentions were good? With the kick, the man flew back about three steps, landing off on the elevated platform.

The two men who had rushed forward did not falter, even after seeing this, as they were already very close—too close to stop.

"Yahhh!" both of them yelled.

From left to right, the blade of the hoe and the edge of the shovel slashed downward toward Alexander.

With his leg still raised, he bent his knee slightly, shifted his weight sideways, and delivered a powerful sidekick, breaking both the shovel and the hoe with a snapping sound.

The two attackers, seeing this, were no longer as courageous. Even though the hoe and the shovel were old, they were made of hardwood, and neither of them was confident they could break such tools with their hands or feet.

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"Lie down for now," Alexander muttered, his mouth visible beneath the green quilt covering his face.

Standing straight, he lowered his knees, spread his arms apart, and opened his palms flat. Taking one step forward, he struck both men in the chest.

Their faces turned pale with shock as they were sent flying off on the elevated platform.

Their backs hit the ground as one of them exclaimed, "That hurts."

"Couldn't agree more," the other man added.

The remaining five men took a step back. They were not foolish; they had finally realized the other party's strength. Even with weapons in hand, they were like kittens before the thief.

Seeing that they were now showing signs of fear, Alexander stood there and coughed, attempting to make his voice sound deeper.

"Listen here, I'm a warrior hired by the king to investigate the problem that plagued this place. I just arrived and think that this village was abondoned, so I decided to check leading to this misunderstanding. This is my fault," Alexander admitted his wrong.

He decided not to reveal his identity, as his reputation was not particularly good. Hearing what he said, three of the men glanced at each other, while the other five whispered among themselves.

The three men who had been below climbed back up to the elevated platform, as they were not seriously injured, just hurt.

The eight of them huddled together, speaking in low voices, though not low enough to escape Alexander's sharp hearing.

"Did you hear that?" one of them whispered, eyeing at Alexander's figure who was standing observing them.

"The king actually sent a warrior. A warrior! That lazy bastard actually remembered his people and this village existed"

Another chimed in, rolling his eyes. "I thought he was very busy drowning in booze and counting his coins to do gambling. What's next? The king will hire a warrior and start planting crops?"

"Or maybe he stopped chasing women's skirts long enough to read one of our letters for help," another man snorted, earning a few muffled nods.

Then the burliest of the group leaned closer and said, "Bet he just sent this guy so he wouldn't have to deal with the mess himself. Typical king—does nothing but send someone else, while we're stuck here eating dirt."

"But isn't a king supposed to send his own people to solve the problem?" The man responded to his words.

The burly man shook his head and replied, "Just go with the flow here. We're here to talk bad about the king, not to compliment him."

"You're right!" the other man responded, forming a fist with one hand and a flat palm with the other before slamming them together, creating a loud snap.

"I agree. That king is always busy tying his hands—if it's not with women, then it's booze. If it's not booze, then it's gambling," another man added.

Then a thin man leaned closer to the group, glanced at Alexander, and warily looked back at his companions.

"Don't forget about dogs, too," the thin man said.

The faces of the seven men turned to shock as they stared at him. "Is that rumor true?" they all asked.

"What rumor?" Alexander muttered inwardly his face was baffled. It seemed there was yet another rumor about him that even he did not know.

"Well, actually, it's said that the king was so drunk and lustful that even a stray dog wasn't spared," the thin man spoke seriously, causing all of their faces to turn grim.

"What a filthy king! Even a dog wasn't spared. How could he do such a beastly thing?" The man beside the thin one slapped his thigh in a fit of rage.

"That's right! He's really such a bastard. I wouldn't even be surprised if it's a pig, a goat, or even a cow next time. But cows aren't ba—" The burly man abruptly stopped speaking as he felt all their gazes turn toward him.