OBS Chapter 608 Coal Ball Spirit
Chapter 608 Coal Ball Spirit
"what!!!"
The shrill screams tore through the tranquility of the village, like a rusty saw scraping across everyone's eardrums.
The villagers who were originally chatting in twos and threes stopped and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a two-meter-tall little black duck doll waving its furry "wings" in the shadow in the center of the square, and its ungloved palms rained down on a black shadow on the ground.
"I told you not to bully a kid! I told you not to sneak attack!"
The voice from within the doll came muffled through the thick fabric, and with every word, the person beneath them let out a more miserable whimper.
The villagers gradually gathered around, and some of them gasped:
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is so miserable..."
"I never thought that Larry, who was so arrogant before, would be beaten so badly."
Larry was beaten beyond recognition and collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, his original arrogance gone.
His face was swollen like over-fermented dough, his nose was crooked to one side, blood foam was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the chain mail on his body was crooked, revealing several purple bruises.
The "murderer" standing in front of him - the two-meter-tall little black duck doll, was holding his collar with one hand, like holding a rag doll.
"Tell me! Is it wrong?"
The person in the doll asked again.
"I'm wrong...I'm wrong, sir...please let me go..."
Larry pleaded incoherently, his voice tinged with tears.
"Just admit your mistake, get out of here!"
The doll swung its arms violently, and Larry was thrown into the mud puddle beside him like a broken sack, splashing dirty water.
Then the doll turned around and glared at the crowd, especially the drunkards who had just joined in the commotion.
"This is the kind of person I hate the most!"
The doll's voice rose an octave, making the air around it buzz.
"You're worthless in society, all you do is bully the weak and scheme against people! If I ever see someone bullying a child again, I'll beat him up so badly he won't even recognize his mother! Got it?"
"I know, I know!"
The drunks nodded in fear and backed away with their necks shrunk.
Even Larry, who had been so arrogant just now, was now curled up in the mud and dared not say a word.
Roselyn and Jill, who were standing by, looked at the doll uncle. Besides feeling relieved, they were filled with longing.
"If only I could be as brave as him and protect Jill..."
Roselyn quietly clenched her fists and thought to herself, while Jill looked up with her eyes shining, as if she had seen the most powerful hero in the world.
"Amazing!"
"Master Casson is coming, make way!"
Suddenly, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounded in the distance. The villagers, as if under a spell, all retreated to both sides, making way for a wide path.
A tall horse came up, and on the horse sat a man in noble clothes. Behind him followed several fully armed guards, all of whom had stern faces and swords at their waists gleaming coldly.
Casson is only in his early thirties, but he already looks like he is living a life of luxury.
He frowned slightly and looked down at the chaotic scene in the center of the square:
The most eye-catching thing was the two-meter-tall little black duck doll and the bruised guy in the mud pit next to it. He was beaten so badly that Casson didn't know who he was for a while.
"Master Casson, you are back at last!"
When Larry heard the sound of horse hooves, he felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He struggled out of the mud pit, limped to the horse's hooves, raised his head and shouted:
"I'm Larry, don't you recognize me?"
Casson glanced down at him, stunned for a moment:
"Huh? Is that you?"
"Look at me! I've been beaten like this!"
Larry pointed at the little black duck doll while crying and complained in an exaggerated way.
"This stranger, who came from nowhere, suddenly came up and beat me up! Master, you have to take care of me!"
Casson was about to speak when suddenly a priest in a black robe emerged from the crowd.
He held a parchment document in his hand, walked quickly to Kasunma, and saluted respectfully:
"By the way, thank you."
"Who are you?"
Casson frowned and pulled on the reins.
The priest took the opportunity to hand over the document:
"I am a priest from the Cathedral of the Armed Forces of Mont-de-Marsan, and this is my document of identification."
Casson took the document, flipped through it, and handed it back to the priest.
His eyes fell on the little black duck doll over there, and he asked hesitantly:
"Who is this again?"
"Oh, this is Lord Grete, a monk and guardian knight of the Anti-Foreign Order under the Armed Cathedral."
The priest explained.
"What can I do for you?"
"It's okay, goodbye!"
As soon as Casson heard the words "Armed Cathedral", he turned his horse around and was about to leave as if his hand had been burned.
Are you kidding? The Armed Cathedral was a massive structure built during the reign of former Governor John! Those knights were not only erratic, sometimes going deep into the mountains to wipe out bandits, sometimes going to the countryside to deal with wild beasts, and even reporting all the way to the Governor's Palace in Mont-de-Marsan. How could a mere manor lord dare to provoke them?
"Oh no, Master Casson, why are you gone? What am I going to do if you leave?"
Seeing this, Larry jumped in panic and crawled after the man for two steps, but was kicked away by the guard.
Casson glanced back at him, pulled up the reins, and said impatiently:
"Oh, by the way, remember to pay the spring seed tax this year. It's 50 in total... Well, considering you're so injured, I'll just take 25 silver coins from you. Remember to give it to my tax officer."
After saying this, he pulled up the reins, raising a cloud of dust and wind, and rode away with his guards.
"Uncle, you are awesome!"
On the hill, the black duck mascot, Roseline, and Jill sat side by side on the grass, looking at the darkening sunset in the distance. Jill couldn't help but speak.
The little black duck doll turned around, took off its hood, revealing a young but resolute face.
He scratched his head and looked at the two little girls with a smile:
"In fact, I was also influenced to become what I am today."
He looked down at the little black duck headgear in his hand. It was shaped like a little duck, with the crown worn crookedly on the top of the head, and the black bean-like eyes were cute.
"That's the little duck. It's called Coal Ball. It's very famous in Helderland."
Brother Gretel said softly.
"My family used to be very poor, and it was the local disadvantaged groups association that sponsored my schooling. This little black duck is the mascot for the association's activities."
He stroked the crown on his headgear, his eyes gentle:
"At school, I joined an organization called the Coal Ball Knights. This organization has to go through a lot of screening, and only students with good character and good hearts can join - and Coal Ball is the nominal leader of this organization."
"Later, I volunteered to join the army. Because I joined the Order of the Coal Briquettes, I was recommended to the Knights of the Anti-Foreign Order and became a trainee guardian knight."
Brother Gretel continued.
"It can be said that Coal Ball has made my life a success. Although it is just a little duck that knows nothing except eating and sleeping, it has inspired me to become an upright person and take control of my own destiny."
“So I decided to practice justice throughout my life.”
He raised his head and looked at the village in the distance with a firm gaze.
"And pass on this virtue to more people through your own actions."
Jill blinked and asked curiously:
"Then uncle, will you come to our place again?"
Brother Gretel smiled, put on the black duck hood again, and gently fluttered his furry "wings":
"Yes, I will come and have a look whenever I have time."
At the same time, the Royal Palace Square in Helmingen was bustling with activity.
The crowned coal ball is now surrounded by a group of children.
Now in its teens, it has become the veritable "ancestor of ducks", with several generations of descendants, but it is still the most popular mascot of Helderland Children's Day.
Coal Ball yawned. Being old, it often felt sleepy. Its black bean-sized eyes were half-closed. It allowed the children to touch its crown and stroke its feathers with their little hands. It would occasionally "cackle" twice, making the children giggle.