Chapter 133: The Iron-blooded Commander

"Some questions?" The malicious servant blinked like an owl, "What do you want to ask?"

Trevor asked in a deep voice, "My dog pointed you out, saying everything that happens here is related to you. Do you admit it?"

"I admit it!" The malicious servant's mouth stretched into a long smile, "I chopped the mule, and I stabbed the stubborn old man to death. Do you know, after killing someone, the blood on your own body feels hot, and when fucking a prostitute, the dick gets especially hard."

"So, you have a lot of experience?" Trevor asked.

"Fucking prostitutes?" The malicious servant grinned as if he found a kindred spirit, winking at Trevor, "Hehe, prostitutes, they're cheap and obedient. As long as there's money, they'll do whatever you want. What man wouldn't want such women? I know a few top-notch ones. Would you like to exchange some information, Commander?"

Trevor just coldly watched him, "I'm asking if you often kill people?"

"What do you mean by that?" The malicious servant suddenly changed his expression, pointing at the Firebird crest on his chest, proudly said, "Trevor, are your eyes fine? Even if you don't know me, you should recognize the Firebird crest, right? Humph, I'm not afraid to tell you, I serve the Firebird family, specifically Marquis Hart. This time I came out to purchase birthday banquet materials for our Stonerock's Second Prince's mother, Phoenix Lady. The birthday is starting in a few days. If you don't let me go and make a big fuss, it'll delay the progress of the Phoenix Lady's birthday banquet, and you'll suffer the consequences!"

Trevor sneered, "Your family's internal affairs are none of my business, but if a distinguished family like yours can't operate without an arrogant servant like you, then there's not much nobility to speak of."

"You..." The malicious servant was stunned, his mouth opening and closing for a long time before he continued, "You dare to slander the Firebird family?! I, I'll fight you!"

He let out a sharp scream, gathering the Fourth Tier Battle Qi inside his body, and clumsily lunged at Trevor.

Trevor stood still like a statue, not even blinking. The Black-armored guards quickly blocked the malicious servant's attack, easily knocking him to the ground.

These guards, mockingly called "dogs" by the servants, each enveloped in Eighth Tier Battle Qi, didn't need to use their full strength against someone like the malicious servant, but they took the opportunity to retaliate fully to quell the resentment from the unprovoked insults.

After a solid beating, the malicious servant's protective Battle Qi was shattered, leaving him to cover his vital parts and howl loudly.

Trevor raised his hand, signaling the Black-armored guards to back off, who reluctantly returned to their positions.

"Good job, Trevor!" The malicious servant shakily stood up, teeth gritted, "You dare to let your subordinates beat up a noble servant on the street! And you spoke insults!"

"I'm just telling the truth." Trevor's expression was as carved from stone, ignoring the malicious servant's twisted face. "Moreover, I'm not planning to lock you up."

The malicious servant paused, then snickered, turning to the surrounding Black-armored guards shouting, "Did you bucketheads hear that? Your commander said he's not planning to lock me up. Hurry up and back off! Hmph, dare to beat me, wait until I get out, and see how I'll deal with you!"

The Black-armored guards, whose faces were hidden for anonymity to prevent revenge, just stood their ground unmoving.

"Damn, a bunch of rust-brained idiots!" The malicious servant spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, then cleared his throat, his demeanor becoming even more rampant, "Hey, Trevor, I just killed a mule, we don't need to make a big deal out of this. Tell me, how much compensation do you want?"

Trevor's pupils stared directly at the malicious servant, "It's not just a mule you killed."

The malicious servant scoffed, "That stinking old man ran onto my sword himself, don't believe it, ask my companions—"

Trevor coldly cut off the malicious servant's excuses, "I'm only dealing with your case now, I'll handle them later."

The malicious servant was momentarily confused, not understanding the unsmiling Black Armor Commander's intentions, as he stammered, "Okay, that old man was indeed killed by me, but it was self-defense, he hit me first—"

"And you stabbed him with your sword when he was held back by your companions and had lost the ability to fight back? Do you admit it?" Trevor narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the crowd, Rayan immediately understood the meaning behind Trevor's squinting—it was to mask his killing intent, because he was ready to kill.

This seemed to indicate that the Black Armor Commander wasn't really a villain, and in some ways, his temper matched that of Rayan's own pretense of nobility. Such an opponent was truly worthy of respect.

Rayan became even more eager to face Trevor in combat.

Seeing the uneasy malicious servant licking his dry lips and pretending to be tough, he said, "So what if I did it? Who let him strike me first? I represent the Firebird family! Besides, killing a pumpkin farmer is just like killing a mule, right? At most I'll compensate with two mules—plus a cartload of pumpkins. Just let me go, Lord Trevor!"

By the last few words, his tone had softened, but relying on the prestige of the Firebird family, he still dared to directly call out the Black Armor Commander's name.

Trevor's tightly pursed lips twitched slightly, "Since you've confessed, that makes things much easier. Where are the Black-armored executioners?!"

"Present!" Two Black-armored guards, wielding broad-bladed axes, stepped beside Trevor. They were dressed like the other Black-armored guards, but distinguished by a blood-red cape tied behind them and emitting a strong scent of blood. "Please give your orders, Commander!"

Trevor pointed at the stunned Firebird malicious servant, "Chop off his head!"

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding onlookers all gasped. They were residents of the city and were aware of Trevor's reputation for fairness and integrity, but publicly beheading a servant of a gold-edged family was a highly unwise act, not just chopping off the head of the malicious servant but also offending the nobility, which would surely lead to repercussions.

Every person in the crowd clenched their fists for Trevor, hoping to see the overbearing malicious servant beheaded, yet also wishing Trevor wouldn't put himself in a difficult position.

Rayan, however, was secretly nodding in approval, feeling an increased fondness for the Black Armor Commander. If it were him, he would have handled it in a smarter way, but the outcome would be the same—he would also have chopped off the malicious servant's head, whether out of disdain for the Firebird family, sympathy for the old pumpkin farmer, or a sense of justice—not the kind of justice proclaimed by the Holy Light, but his own personal sense of fairness.

The two Black-armored executioners, upon receiving their commander's order, did not hesitate. One of them kicked the malicious servant's knee, forcing him to kneel, while the other raised the axe high above the servant's neck.

"Trevor!" The malicious servant finally realized the situation as he struggled fiercely while screaming, "You dare kill me, you're crossing your own path! Marquis Hart will surely destroy you! I advise you not to be foolish—"

"You talk too much." Trevor raised his hand, signaling for the execution, his tone cold, "I dislike people who talk too much."

"No—wait! Wait!" Seeing Trevor's gesture to execute, the malicious servant finally understood that this stern-faced Black Armor Commander was not joking. He quickly changed his attitude, pleading desperately, "I know I was wrong! My lord, I shouldn't have neglected you! I deserve to die—no no, I deserve to be beaten! I deserve it! Commander, spare my life, I'm willing to be punished, I'm willing to compensate! I'll do anything!"

The malicious servant's face turned ashen, his previously arrogant demeanor completely gone.

"Your life is the best compensation." Trevor's expression remained impassive, his suspended finger gently falling, the black armored gauntlet casting a graceful arc of black light in the air.

The executioner's broad-bladed axe then fell, severing the malicious servant's neck, his head rolling to the ground without even a final scream, as blood sprayed from the severed neck, splattering the executioners with blood.

The two executioners, unconcerned, dragged the headless body to a dark corner.

The crowd stood dumbstruck, no one able to believe that Black Armor Commander Trevor had truly beheaded a noble servant in the street.

Though the servant's status was not high, it was not equivalent to a slave. They were the private property of the nobility and wore the noble crest, thus in some respects, they ranked higher than ordinary commoners. Normally, when a servant committed a crime, they would be handed over to their noble masters to deal with, to avoid tarnishing the noble crest—this had almost become an unwritten rule.

How could Trevor not know this? Knowing this yet ignoring it, not even worrying about the nobility's retaliation, he was truly a tough man.

"Iron-blooded Commander!"

After a brief silence, suddenly someone shouted out loud. Following that, almost everyone raised their right arm, chanting loudly.

"Iron-blooded Commander! Iron-blooded Commander! Iron-blooded Commander!"

"Iron-blooded…" Rayan nodded appreciatively.

The scene of the beheading had stirred his blood. At the moment the axe fell, his own fingers twitched eagerly, as if he himself were wielding the Crow Sword, severing the malicious servant's head.

The malicious servant deserved his fate, and Trevor had handled it perfectly. Rayan had no worries about Trevor's future; in fact, he felt that keeping someone like Trevor in the position of Stonerock City Black Armor Commander was a waste.