Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Using the guilt of violating morality and ethics, they made the beastmen disgusted by the smell of human flesh.

By using the pain of losing loved ones, the beastmen can understand the pain of war and plunder.

This method comes from the inspiration of a time traveler from two hundred years ago.

Minotaur Sage.

The player, known as the "wise man who talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk," had proposed a series of ideas far ahead of their time, such as refrigerators, electric fans, and faucets, but he was completely unable to explain their principles or manufacture them himself.

Only the idea of ​​the "fountain tap" was later realized, becoming a magical device that could produce two hundred liters of clean water every day.

Therefore, he was known as a "wise man who talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk".

But what really caught Rune's attention was another account about him.

The Minotaur Sage once tasted incredibly delicious meat—human flesh—on a ranch.

From that time on, he never ate it again until his death.

Furthermore, he persuaded the Minotaur kingdom to elevate humanity's status from "livestock to be used as food" to the class of "labor slaves," significantly improving humanity's situation.

A player who instinctively thought human flesh tasted good eventually refused to eat human flesh for the rest of his life and persuaded the entire country to change its treatment of humans, which the country actually did.

This illustrates one thing.

Orcs' desire to eat people is not uncontrollable; they simply choose not to.

Chapter 61 Slapping Down Teammates

The capital of the Kingdom of Rijesteje.

The light of dusk shone from the end of the street, turning the entire stone pavement a dark orange-red. The houses on both sides of the road cast long shadows, like cracks torn open by an invisible hand.

Feifei stood in front of a building.

The heavy wooden door was shattered, with wood chips scattered all over the floor. The door frame was broken in the middle, revealing a dark corridor inside.

A mixture of dust and blood odor filled the air, wafting from the cracks in the broken bricks.

His hand was still in the punching position.

A few dark red bloodstains stained the black full-body armor gauntlets, which gleamed dimly in the twilight.

The wall he had punched through was littered with bricks and stones, some of the larger pieces still pressing down on a body wearing leather armor.

He was the strongest guard in this remnant stronghold of the "Eight Fingers".

He was curled up in the rubble, a large dent in his leather armor, and blood dripping from his mouth down his chin onto the ground.

His eyes were half-open, his eyeballs rolled upwards, and his consciousness was already blurred.

The other guard flew even further, crashing into the wall of a blacksmith's shop across the street, leaving a long trail of blood as he slid down.

He could still move, but he struggled futilely on the ground, like a dog whose back had been broken.

Naberal walked out of the building.

Her sword was still stained with blood, but her delicate face remained expressionless.

"The stronghold has been cleared." She reported to Feifei, "There were eleven people in total, and all but these two have been killed."

Feifei nodded slightly.

He withdrew his fist, turned around, and faced the crowd of onlookers on the street.

The entire street was packed with people.

The news spread faster than expected.

When Feifei punched the guard and the wall together, the sound of flying gravel and the booming of bricks hitting the ground attracted the attention of almost half a block of people.

Those citizens who dared to stand in the middle of the street stared wide-eyed at the warrior shrouded in black armor.

That composed and heroic demeanor.

Feifei slowly raised her right hand at a speed that everyone could see clearly, then brought her feet together and made a standard German military salute.

The crowd erupted in cheers at that moment.

Wow! That's amazing!

"Lord Feifei is so handsome!"

"Lady Nabe is so beautiful!"

"Are those Fei Fei and Na Bei, the Steel-level adventurers? Those standard movements... they certainly have an impressive presence."

"I just saw it! Feifei punched right through the wall, and that guy flew a long way!"

"They're too strong! With them around, the remnants of the [Eight Fingers] gang definitely won't escape!"

The murmurs rose and fell, like water boiling in a pot.

Some people started clapping, and others raised their hands and waved in Feifei's direction.

Feifei lowered his right hand, his gaze sweeping across the crowd beneath his full-face helmet, as if everything was within his expectations.

"Have you heard?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the crowd, with a hint of smugness, "This is the newly recruited adamantite-level adventurer team that His Highness the Crown Prince specially invited from Yelantier."

"Your Highness?" someone nearby chimed in, a hint of doubt in their voice.

"That's right. His Highness the Crown Prince learned that [Eight Fingers] would be making a big move soon, and worried that Blue Rose alone would not be able to stop [Eight Fingers]'s desperate counterattack. In order to ensure the safety of the people, he specially spent a lot of money to invite her."

As he spoke, the man gestured towards Fei Fei's direction with his chin, "Look at this strength, how could an ordinary adventurer punch through a wall? His Highness the Crown Prince has really gone all out this time."

"Really?" Another voice came from the other side of the crowd, clearly skeptical. "I heard that the eldest prince is the one involved with [Eight Fingers]."

"Shh!"

The sound stopped abruptly, as if someone had covered the mouth with their hand.

"Are you crazy! You're making up such nonsense. Do you have any evidence?"

"No, that's not the case..."

"That settles it then." The middle-aged man's voice regained its confident tone. "In short, it's an indisputable fact that His Highness the Crown Prince hired a steel-level adventurer to capture Eight Fingers. Apart from Princess Lana, the Crown Prince is also quite concerned about the people among the royal family members."

There was silence for a moment.

“I have a feeling something’s not right…” the voice that was being refuted muttered softly, but didn’t continue.

Feifei stood still. Although he didn't try to find out anything, he still heard the whole conversation.

'I spent money to have someone build my reputation, and the results are so poor.' He silently complained to himself, 'Just how bad is this prince's image?'

He lowered his gaze and looked at the unconscious guard lying among the rubble at his feet.

'But this isn't bad either,' he thought. 'Lord Ainz's follow-up plans will be easier to execute then.'

Naberal walked to his side, her gaze sweeping over the still-talking crowd, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Lady Feifei,” she said in a low voice, “the things these people are saying…”

"Don't worry about it," Fei Fei said calmly. "Let's call it a day."

Naberal nodded slightly and followed him toward the other end of the street.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for Feifei and Nabe, watching them leave with awe.

The guards quickly arrived to clean up the mess.

In the private drawing room of the First Prince Baluburo in the city of Lorenzo.

"boom!"

Barublow slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"These lowly people!"

The eldest prince's voice echoed in the room, his face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"I, the prince, spent so much money to hire steel-level adventurers from Yelantier to personally plan and wipe out the remnants of the [Eight Fingers], and they still don't appreciate it!"

Barubro was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

This achievement, earned by betraying his remaining teammates, is not being recognized.

Baron Chenaco stood to one side, his mustache trembling slightly, his lips moving as if he were about to say something comforting...

But the eldest prince's anger was suddenly cut off as if by something, and the distorted expression on his face caused by anger was slowly smoothed out by an invisible hand.

Baron Chenaco swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He dared not utter a sound and simply observed cautiously.

Barublow slowly sat back down in his chair.

The anger in those blue eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

'Originally…' Balubro thought silently, 'I still felt a little guilty, but these lowly people don't know how to be grateful…'

'Therefore, I have no need to be merciful to them.'

Chapter 62 Demon

The night was as dark as ink, pressing heavily over the capital.

The lights of Lorenzo faded into the distance behind him. Balburo changed out of his dazzlingly gorgeous formal attire from the daytime and into a dark gray casual suit.

The collar was turned up, covering half of his chin, and a wide-brimmed hat was pulled down, almost covering his eyebrows and eyes.

He walked quickly, his boots making a hurried sound on the stone pavement.

The capital city is never short of shadows at night.

Those dark alleys, which were exposed to the sunlight during the day, now opened up like the mouths of hungry beasts.

Barubro turned into a narrow alley, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. High walls on both sides cut the sky overhead into a slit, and at the base of the walls, there was sewage of unknown age, emitting a damp and putrid stench.

After several turns, an inconspicuous little door appeared ahead.

The wooden door panels have faded, with rusty iron strips embedded along the edges, almost blending into the surrounding mottled walls.

Unless someone is specifically looking for it, no one would notice that there is another door here.