Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

"You're shameless, Priscilla! You talk like it's all your own achievement. Then what am I?"

"Hmm... I guess you're like a moth drawn here by my radiance. After all, you're much better than these boring flies."

After a moment's thought, Priscilla gave Green an answer.

In her mind, this was already considered a compliment.

Green was getting a little frantic, feeling like ants were crawling all over him.

If he weren't afraid of being unable to defeat this young widow, he would have already made his move.

In addition to her extraordinary blessings, Priscilla also possesses excellent talent in Yang magic and swordsmanship.

It can even draw the Yang Sword directly from the void.

This sword is one of the world's ten most famous swords with outrageous abilities.

Priscilla's overall abilities are arguably the best among the crown princes.

"I'm just wondering, is Lugnica known for its sharp-tongued girls?"

Green continued talking to himself, walked over to the fallen Larkins, and put away the guy's knife.

Priscilla looked at Green with great interest.

He didn't have this power when we first met.

Priscilla was very curious about how Green had become so strong in such a short time.

"The little moth's wings seem much stronger than before, barely strong enough to be of use to me."

"As you once wished, I will bestow upon you the minor official position of peeling apples."

Green quickly waved his hand: "No, I can't serve someone as lecherous as you."

After saying that, he kicked Rajens a few times.

"Hey, are you alright? Get up, stop trying to scam me."

Lars hurriedly stood up and immediately knelt down in front of Green.

"Brother, we know we were wrong! Please, have mercy on us and let us go!"

The other two thugs also crawled over, kowtowing and fawning over them.

"Big brother, we were blind to your greatness. From now on, the entire slum will be your territory, Cat and Dog Gang."

"You'll also have priority access to the trash cans in the noble district. There are very few rats in the capital now, so you can find plenty of good stuff in the regular trash cans."

"Holy crap, you guys are doing this badly? I think you should just change your name to the Real Idiots Trio."

Green felt a little sorry for the three guys, so he squatted down and patted Gaston, the strongest of the three, on the face.

"Adon, if I remember correctly, you're married and have a daughter, right?"

Adon froze in terror and kowtowed repeatedly to Green.

"Sorry, Mr. Green, we just came here to try our luck, we really didn't mean to hurt anyone!"

"Rachins only carries the knife to intimidate; please, please don't hurt my wife and daughters!"

Green's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, forcing a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Do I look like one of those heinous thugs? I just want to introduce you to some respectable jobs!"

"R-really? Then we'll follow you from now on, okay?"

"Brother Green is truly the most compassionate person in the slums; even after becoming successful, he hasn't forgotten to lend us a hand."

Green gestured for the group to stand up, as kneeling wasn't a good idea.

"Alright, come with me. Putting everything else aside, I can definitely take care of your family of three's food and drink."

Then, the four of them swaggered through the city and headed towards the alley entrance.

Lazens reminded him, "Brother, aren't you going to leave that woman alone?"

Green didn't even turn his head: "We can't afford to mess with that guy. If we stay any longer, we'll die a horrible death. Let's get out of here."

Priscilla smiled and watched them leave.

She showed no intention of lingering and remained confident.

"All the treasures in the world belong to me. If you choose to let them slip through my fingers, you are destined to regret it."

……

"Mr. Green, why aren't you here yet?"

Oto, wearing ill-fitting leather armor and holding a large club, crouched in a warehouse full of hay.

The warehouse was filled with rustling sounds.

If you go closer to take a look, you'll definitely be shocked.

The floor, the roof beams, and even the hay were covered with large black rats at work.

The little guys skillfully separated strands of pale blue resurrection grass from the complex and compact hay and piled them on the other side of the warehouse.

Otto possesses the blessing of the power of words, enabling him to communicate with all beings or objects capable of making a sound.

These rats must be laborers he recruited to help him.

"This is it! Smash the door open! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

"You ungrateful, lowly merchant, how dare you refuse my request! You deserve to have your goods stolen!"

"Yes, Lord Baron!"

Otto peered through the crack in the door, watching the scene outside with trepidation.

An arrogant, withered old man, followed by two lackeys.

That guy called Baron Baron, who clearly looked to be in his fifties, had a head of flashy light purple hair.

He also had a goatee on his chin and philtrum, which made him look even more sleazy.

"No way! Even if it means overusing the protection, I'll protect Grin-kun and my shared property! Little mice, grab your weapons!"

Otto, no longer wanting to sit idly by, used the power of his Word of Power to notify all the large black rats in the warehouse.

A large rat, who had fattened itself up in the capital region, with a fierce glint in its eyes, pulled out a bundle of sharpened chopsticks from a corner and handed them to the other rats as if distributing weapons.

"Chirp chirp chirp." (For the sake of cheese, we're going to wage war!)

"Chirp chirp chirp." (The cheese of justice will cover the whole earth!)

"Chirp chirp chirp." (The baby mice and the mother mouse retreat first!)

At the same time, Green arrived at the grocery street with three thugs.

From the arrogant words and actions of this lewd baron, one could already guess the truth of the matter with a high degree of accuracy.

You dare to bully my brother with just a few rotten sweet potatoes and bird eggs?

"Oh my, oh my!"

"You lot, don't you know this is my territory?"

Green stood with his hands in his pockets, looking up at people through his nose.

He swaggered over to Baron Baron with a penguin-like gait.

As the underlings, Rajens and his two companions naturally followed closely behind, appearing quite imposing.

"Where did this old goat come from? His beard is practically poking his nose hairs. Keep your head down in front of my brother!"

Otto breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. He waved his hand, signaling the rat army to remain still.

Baron Baron was a down-on-his-luck nobleman who often ripped off the lower-class merchants in the capital, sometimes to the point of exploiting them.

Ever since discovering that Otto possessed a large quantity of Soul-Soothing Grass, he had been plotting to embezzle it all under the guise of management fees.

Baron Baron's temper flared up immediately after being provoked by the thugs.

"You lowly commoners, daring to speak so arrogantly before the noble Baron Trias, you shall all be hanged!"

Green was stunned when he first saw this sleazy old man, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

He asked tentatively, "Baron Baron? Aren't you going to the royal castle in the capital for a grand meeting at noon?"