Chapter 56

Chapter Thirty Cataloma

When Charles asked this question, he was nervous.

Of course, he had seen it. The girl had just come down from the sky, and she had an extremely proficient control over the Frost Order. In the blink of an eye, she had subdued two powerful workshop hunters.

At that moment, Charles was momentarily disoriented, thinking that she was coming for him, and almost ran away.

But to his surprise, Mr. Carlos actually knew this young girl, and seemed very nervous about her. The girl was immediately scolded by him, and then they started arguing.

Their argument was quite childish and laughable, the kind where children compete to see who can shout louder. But no matter what, it was undeniable that the two were very close.

Carlos was a knight of the Pope, which Charles naturally knew, but he couldn’t figure out their relationship. However, looking at the girl’s obvious symbols of Valen Empire nobility—black hair and black eyes—it wasn’t hard to deduce that she was either wealthy or influential.

Her name seemed to be something like Hilda… or was it? It sounded familiar. Was she a child of Duke Scalliger?

At this moment, the girl had a sour face, radiating “I’m angry” vibes, which surprisingly made Charles feel a bit flustered.

But it seemed she didn’t really like him… Charles couldn’t help but silently curse Carlos for causing trouble and asking her for nothing.

You got her mad, and now you just leave it to me to ask her?

His heart was a mix of emotions.

Charles didn’t want to take on this responsibility, but he couldn’t avoid it.

So he forced a smile and asked again, “Uh, may I ask this young lady, you…”

Before the foreign man could finish his sentence, I glared at him.

What do you want!

Don’t you see I’m still angry? No sense of timing at all.

I turned my face away, not wanting to talk to him, and just happened to see the hunter I had blocked with an ice wall. He was now holding his cheek, staggering as he walked out from behind.

I pointed at him immediately.

“Let him speak.”

Then I crossed my arms and stood aside, sulking in silence.

“…… What?”

The hunter must have charged too hard, and when the ice wall appeared, he couldn’t stop and crashed into it face-first. Now he was shaking his head, clearly still confused.

“I don’t think I’ve offended anyone from Suntel Castle, but why did you suddenly attack us? Don’t you owe us an explanation?”

“Tell us what happened. I believe there must be some misunderstanding here.”

Carlos spoke with a calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened, which only made me angrier.

But since the children’s situation hadn’t been resolved yet, and this wasn’t the time to argue, I could only glare at him in frustration.

After a moment’s thought, I deliberately stepped back a few paces, creating some distance between us.

Don’t think you can stand so close to me!

“I’ll explain,” another hunter said, having recovered from his daze. He looked at me with complex eyes, then bowed to Carlos, “Sorry for the intrusion. May I ask, are you Mr. Carlos of the Silver Flash?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Carlos nodded, a slight smile forming on his lips, his azure eyes twinkling with mischief, “You’re workshop hunters, right? Why, does His Grace think I ate too much breakfast today and might have indigestion, so he sent you two to help me digest it?”

The hunter’s forehead was beaded with sweat.

“No, that’s not…”

“In fact, I think you should find this girl,” Carlos pointed at me with his index finger, “This morning, she ate more than me.”

“Carlos! How dare you, provoke me!” My mood, which had just calmed down, erupted again. I rushed back to him in three strides, grabbed his pointing hand, and bared my teeth, ready to bite.

It was infuriating!

I didn’t plan to argue with him anymore, but he still dared to say such things!

Seeing my fierce expression, Carlos’ eyebrows shot up in fear. He quickly held my head down and pulled his hand out with effort.

“You’re acting like a dog!”

“Who let you, say such things again!”

I breathed heavily, feeling like my lungs would burst, my teeth gritting in anger, glaring at him fiercely.

Is bullying me so amusing?!

“Uh, sorry. I’m used to it, I didn’t mean to…”

Carlos realized he had provoked me, trying to defuse the situation, but his words almost choked me.

“What do you mean, ‘used to it’!”

I continued to glare at him.

Starting today, Carlos, I decide not to talk to you anymore.

Carlos, intimidated by my fierce gaze, shifted his eyes uncomfortably, ignoring the strange looks from others, then quickly changed the subject.

“Cough, well, workshop hunters, tell me what you actually want. I’m quite curious.”

His tone was somewhat teasing, making the hunter look embarrassed. He awkwardly began to speak,

“Maybe, we misunderstood…”

There was some relief in his heart. “If we had known you were Mr. Carlos, we would never have dared to attack you. Your sword… I thought the rumors had exaggerated things.”

“This is what happened—”

The hunter supported his dizzy companion and recounted our encounter.

After hearing this, the dean wore a pained smile.

“This is truly unexpected.” He straightened his hat. “Haha, what can I say? I was mistaken for a villain by the children…”

“Uncle, Dean isn’t a bad person! He didn’t want to sell us!”

A boy with a watermelon hairstyle looked angrily at the hunter, clearly seeing them as villains.

Since even the child said this, it was clearly a misunderstanding.

But I couldn’t understand. If you’re a good person, why not speak openly instead of being so mysterious?

If it weren’t for seeing Carlos, I might have joined the hunter and come down here to beat you up first.

However, as long as the children are safe, that’s fine.

At this moment, the explosive anger in my chest calmed somewhat. Let’s hear what he has to say.

“It seems there’s been a misunderstanding, Dean sir.”

The dean helplessly smiled, about to say something when a slightly young voice shouted.

“David!”

I turned towards the source of the sound. Seeing Ellie and Lucas running quickly, they soon reached the watermelon-headed boy, hugging him with delight.

“How wonderful, you’re safe.”

“Lucas, Ellie, why did you all come?”

“We came to save you!”

The watermelon-headed boy was puzzled.

“Why save me?”

“You’re not…” Lucas raised his head, glanced warily at the dean, then lowered his voice, “Dean wants to sell you to bad people!”

Even at such close range, the low voice could still be heard. The dean gave a helpless smile.

“Lucas, who told you I wanted to sell David?”

“We saw just now!”

“That’s right!”

“You took that weirdo’s gold coins and wanted to hand them over to him!”

Lucas, with righteous indignation, glared at Charles, which made him laugh.

“Haha, being mistaken for a weirdo by these adorable kids is truly troubling—”

Charles adjusted his hair, putting on an affected manner that made me roll my eyes.

“Dean! Why do you want to sell David!”

Seeing the wary look in the children’s eyes, the dean sighed.

“You… sigh, I didn’t want you to know this, really. Fine. To clear up the misunderstanding, let me introduce everyone. This is Mr. Charles, the grand administrator of Catailoma.”

Catailoma? A place I hadn’t heard of.

“Oh!”

“Catailoma! What should we do, Lucas? He’s from Catailoma!”

“I told you he wasn’t a bad person. You never listened to me before…”

Upon hearing the word Catailoma, Lucas and the others’ defenses instantly vanished. Anger turned to astonishment, and someone added fuel to the fire, leaving me confused.

“Hello.” Charles greeted the children with a smile.

“Uncle!”

Even Ellie, who was previously anxious, suddenly became well-behaved, greeting Charles shyly.

“Uh, Catailoma? Are you from the Catailoma Orphanage?” the two hunters asked in surprise.

“Yes.”

Charles bowed deeply to the hunters.

“So, Dean plans to send David and the others to Catailoma?”

“Yes, Mr. Charles came all the way from Ethenbel to pick up these children.”

“Sent to Catailoma!”

“Oh, how envious—”

“I wish I could go to Catailoma too…”

“Mr. Dean must have worked hard for this. He finally secured a spot for a year, giving you a chance to go to Catailoma, but now he’s been mistaken for a villain. Haha, he’ll cry.”

“Lucas, do I really look like a villain who would kidnap you?”

The dean’s chubby cheeks stretched into a smile, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“But, but, why didn’t you tell us, Dean?”

“Yes, Dean, and you just took those gold coins!”

“Gold coins? You mean this?” The dean pulled out a small pouch from his pocket. “This is the renovation fund prepared by Sister Theresa for our orphanage.”

“Sister Theresa!”

“Then Dean, why did you secretly come here?”

“Well… adults have their own troubles too. Anyway, you little rascals made me sad.”

“I’m sorry, Dean…”

The dean affectionately patted Lucas on the head.

“Brave fellows, sneaking out without a word. What if something happens? Don’t cry when you get punished.”