Before the middle - aged man could offer a response, Ravel abruptly released his hold on him and stomped away in a fit of rage.

However, he had scarcely taken a few steps when he encountered a familiar visage. Ravel let out an involuntary squeal of terror, much like a pig's grunt.

"Shall I offer you a ride?" Glen asked with a smile.

Ravel roared,"Begone! You scoundrel..."

"It appears I didn't administer a severe enough beating."

Ravel promptly fell silent.

He fixed Glen with a fierce glare, then warily skirted around him and scurried off.

"Hey! Outsiders are not permitted to approach this area," the middle - aged man inside called out loudly.

"Understood," Glen replied, and then leisurely made his way farther away.

...

After purchasing several sets of well - fitting attire from a clothing store in the town and procuring some tools such as hammers and rivets, Glen loaded the packages onto a cart and made his way back home.

The sun had set when he set out, and by the time he returned, it was already quite late. Several swift black shadows in Bayek Town quickly darted into the corners as soon as Glen noticed them.

Glen merely cast a curious glance in their direction but paid them no further heed.

He carried the items from the cart into the house and then, grasping a kerosene lantern, set off towards the forest outside the town.

He was eager to check on the condition of the prey he had captured that morning.

The dim, yellowish light of the lantern swayed with his movements, and the rusty frame of the lantern emitted a creaking sound. Glen's shadow stretched long across the quiet street.

In truth, he was capable of seeing in the dark without the lantern, yet the presence of the light made him feel more at ease.

The beast that had been slumbering beside the trap suddenly perked up its ears, then lifted its head and sniffed the air. It quickly recognized the identity of the approaching person.

It sat up excitedly and moved towards the approaching light.

"Very well, first inform me if anything untoward occurred while I was away," Glen said, gently pushing aside the beast's large, fluffy head that was nuzzling against him.

The beast let out a low whine, indicating that all had been well.

Glen nodded and tiptoed over to the side of the trap, bringing the lantern closer.

The black pigs that had been in a state of panic when they were caught were now all fast asleep, including the elk.

Sleep soundly. My future livelihood depends on you... Glen smiled with satisfaction and instructed the beast,"Continue to keep watch. Should anything arise that you are unable to handle, come to me immediately."

The beast promptly raised its head to indicate its understanding.

Glen patted its neck and then retraced his steps, holding the lantern.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

...

The Ravel family resided in a manor situated near Dude Town. When the young master of the manor returned, the servants in the manor all stared in astonishment, their mouths agape.

"Oh, my goodness! Who could have done this to the young master? It's truly dreadful!"

"Hurry and inform the mistress! This is a grave matter!"

Ravel had been crying all the way from the school to the manor. Paying no attention to the servants, he suddenly raised his voice and wailed even louder, his cries audible throughout nearly the entire manor.

In a courtyard of the manor, three exquisitely dressed and eloquently speaking ladies were engaged in lively conversation and laughter. Despite the subtle barbs in their words, the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

However, this idyllic scene was soon shattered by Ravel's ear - piercing howls, which resembled the screeching of a pig being slaughtered.

"Good heavens! Who is that? Such unseemly crying is truly disgraceful!" Lady Sophia's delicate eyebrows shot up, and then her expression changed abruptly."It's my Ravel!"

Disregarding the inquiries of her two companions, she hastily rose to her feet, lifted her skirt, and hastened towards the source of the sound.

After traversing the long corridor, Lady Sophia rounded a corner and saw her disheveled son being accompanied by several servants as he approached her. She let out a cry and rushed forward to examine him.

Ravel's left cheek was swollen significantly, a purplish - red hue spreading across it. There were bloodstains around his nose and mouth, and the tracks of his tears made Lady Sophia's heart ache. Her voice trembled.

"My dear, tell me what happened. How did this come to pass?"

Ravel shouted,"It was a civilian! He ran into the school and beat me! He also beat my followers!"

"What!? A commoner!?" Lady Sophia's voice rose shrilly. A surge of overwhelming anger nearly caused her to faint."This audacious commoner must be sent to the gallows! I swear by the honor of the Dechira family!"

She turned to a maid standing nearby and asked,"How long will it be before the master returns?"

"H - He should be on his way back, madam," the maid replied, quivering with fear.

"Hurry and send someone to urge him! Inform him that something has happened to the young master!"

"Yes, madam."

...

"Berlin is set to depart tomorrow. Why won't he grant me an audience?" murmured Lord Chanis, attired in aristocratic garb, within a moving carriage.

"Milord, perhaps Sir Berlin has his own predicaments. He is loath to allow a rift to develop between you and himself," the middle - aged gentleman, garbed as a butler, spoke gently from outside the carriage.

"So, he is aware of the matter for which I seek him, and that is why he is refusing to see me?" Chanis inquired, a note of bewilderment in his voice.

"I believe... that to be the case," the butler replied, his voice faltering briefly.

Before the conversation could proceed further, the carriage, which had been moving steadily, came to an abrupt halt.

"What is the meaning of this?" Chanis furrowed his brow, his voice betraying his displeasure.

"Milord! Something has befallen the young master! The mistress has dispatched me to urge you to return post - haste!"

An anxious female voice filtered into the carriage. Chanis's countenance changed instantly, and he exclaimed, "To the manor, Celeris!"

"Yes, milord," the butler responded, promptly urging the horses to quicken their pace.

Half an hour elapsed.

With a neigh from the horses, the carriage soon reached the manor. Chanis alighted from the carriage in haste.

"Where is Ravel?" he inquired, leaning on his cane as he walked.

"He is in the drawing - room, milord," a maid accompanying him replied.

Upon entering the drawing - room and laying eyes on his wife and son, Chanis immediately asked, "What on earth has transpired?"

"Are you blind?" Lady Sophia pointed at Ravel's visage.

Only then did Chanis take note of his son's sorry state. Discarding his cane, he stepped forward, his voice charged with anger. "Who is responsible for this?!"

"It was a commoner named Glen. He must be apprehended and hanged from the gallows!" Lady Sophia declared viciously.

"Father, it hurts so dreadfully..." Ravel whimpered pitifully at that opportune moment.

"Barber!" Chanis bellowed.

"At your service, milord," a warrior, garbed in knightly armor, stepped forward and responded.

"You go..." Chanis paused, then turned to his son. "Where does this commoner, Glen, currently reside?"

"He claims to live in Bayek Town," Ravel sobbed.

"Precisely. Go to Bayek Town and bring him back to me!"

"Understood."

Barber had only taken a few steps upon turning away when he heard Chanis's voice, several tones louder, calling him to a halt.

"Wait a moment!"

Barber turned around, a look of puzzlement on his face.

"Ravel, what did you say? That commoner resides in Bayek Town?!" Chanis turned to his son once more and asked.

Ravel nodded in affirmation.

This response caused Chanis to hesitate immediately.

"What ails you, Chanis? There is naught to hesitate about. He is but a commoner. Do you intend to stand idly by while our son is wronged?!" Lady Sophia inquired, her tone rife with dissatisfaction.

"Hold your tongue!" To everyone's surprise, Chanis suddenly roared.