The Knight from the Fairytales-Chapter 21: Sudden Attack

Chapter 21: Sudden Attack
Coming to the shop was just to take better care of little Elsa, to help her recover so she wouldn't be cold and hungry. Now that everything was handled, it was time to address the issues here, whether they were family problems or national problems.
Anyway, it's that same old saying—I just love meddling in other people's business.
Beihai naturally held little Elsa's hand as they walked out, while Elsa's other hand clutched a soft little bread roll.
She had become unusually quiet now, with her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.
"Eat slower. If you eat too fast, you might choke."
Beihai gently cautioned from beside her, already extending a cup filled with water.
Elsa had undergone a complete transformation. Previously just a grubby little beggar, she now wore nice clothes with no dust on her face.
As for that bundle of matches, they had given it to the shopkeeper.
Elsa took the water cup and drank a sip, then finally trotted forward on her short little legs—apparently intending to lead the way.
"Slow down, don't fall."
Beihai gave a helpless bitter smile. Was she really in such a hurry to prove herself?
Following Elsa, they soon arrived before a rather dilapidated house. To call it dilapidated might be exaggerating—it just had a few small holes, was a single-story building, with somewhat dirty walls.
The windows were merely covered with torn paper. Looking at this thing, Beihai felt speechless inside—if this house didn't let wind through, that would be truly ghostly!
But speaking of which, even if you're lazy, you don't need to take it this far—not fixing the house, not even having a warm place.
Beihai had already reached the doorway. After arriving here, Elsa very naturally hid behind Beihai's back—clearly she had some psychological trauma.
Kicking the door down would have been a simple solution, even satisfying, but with a little girl beside him, no matter what, he couldn't set a bad example for her.
So he could only lead by example, raising his hand to knock on the shabby door—and then the door collapsed.
Beihai felt like this was deliberately set up to mess with him. The wind had blown for so long, the snow had battered it for so long, and the door hadn't collapsed? But the moment I come and knock, it falls apart?
With the door destroyed, a lazybones inside immediately woke up clutching his wine cup, clearly startled.
After seeing who had come, his body trembled slightly as he mournfully cried out: "Ah, sir, Knight sir?!"
This statement carried sorrow—undoubtedly because this knight had broken the door, and he couldn't opportunistically extort money, otherwise if the knight got displeased, he might draw his sword and make him reason with the longsword.
When you try to reason with a knight's longsword, the knight's longsword naturally reasons with you too. Although the method of reasoning might be somewhat brutal, it's also very effective—just needing to see some red will do.
"Sigh, why must you say it like that? Please rise quickly. When you speak like that, I feel a deep sense of distance."
This couldn't help but make Beihai recall an article about that youth wearing a circlet in the watermelon field.
Not helping him up would have been fine, but this act of assistance immediately made the lazybones' eyes roll several times, and when he looked at Elsa, his eyes brightened considerably.
In that moment, he thought of many things. It seemed this knight was very kind-hearted, and therefore should be easy to manipulate. His daughter—he knew best what she was like, definitely not someone to cause trouble. From this perspective, it seemed this fool was just overflowing with sympathy.
For such benevolent types, even if you angered them, they wouldn't deal you a fatal blow. Instead, if you complained about life's hardships and your hard work before falling into degradation, you might even score big.
Suddenly, the lazybones' legs weren't sore anymore, his back didn't hurt, and he was sober from alcohol. Once standing up—previously he had instinctively bowed before Beihai—now his back straightened.
The way he looked at Beihai was like looking at a sucker.
This world wasn't without villains—some were villains through and through, either cannibals or purely evil.
"My family is very poor, thank you for temporarily taking care of my daughter..."
"Your dam! Stand straight! Hey, no hey—damn it! Elsa, come here, turn around first."
Beihai immediately saw what this bastard was thinking. After shouting him down, he had Elsa turn around.
He covered her eyes, plugged her ears, and after doing this clapped his hands, then with fancy hand movements took him by surprise and punched the lazybones, nailing him to the wall.
First reveal then sway, followed by zero-frame startup—how could Elsa's father possibly dodge?
"Trying to gain my sympathy by portraying misery? Or not even bothering to act anymore, just directly asking me for money? I've been tolerating you for a long time, you scoundrel!"
"But we just met, didn't we?"
The man who had just peeled off the wall only felt somewhat paralyzed, probably just broken a few bones—no big deal. Comparatively, he should first ask why this lord was angry.
Unfortunately, as soon as he finished saying those words, a slap landed on his face, immediately swelling it up.
"For me, every second is long and drawn out."
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I was wrong."
Because of the intense pain, tears were definitely uncontrollable. As for his expression, he couldn't see it, but it probably wasn't good either.
As for what wrong he had committed—who the hell knew? Anyway, just admit fault first.
When you try to reason with a knight's longsword, the knight's longsword naturally reasons with you too. Although the method of reasoning might be somewhat brutal, it's also very effective—just needing to see some red will do.
Beihai paused. Really, after learning martial arts for so long, it turns out a simple punch still feels most satisfying. Sigh, who let the opponent be just an ordinary mortal?
"I'm saying, why are you so lazy? Not even fixing your house, even abusing your own daughter."
"Um, name your price—sell your daughter to me."
This seemed to touch a raw nerve, and he immediately howled.
"What joke is this? I would never sell my daughter to a demon like you!"
"What right do you have to call me lazy? I used to be very diligent! If not for this damned world, how could I have willingly degraded myself? You understand nothing, you high and mighty..."
He kept chattering incessantly, even flying into a rage from shame. Beihai feared this guy might directly curse while talking, so in fright he immediately dislocated his jaw.
Luckily he had a no-killing principle—he was truly merciful.
"You're quite clever, babbling all that just to use your daughter to protect you, right? Or beg for mercy—after all, you are father and daughter."
"All that nonsense you spouted about being forced or whatever—you damn gambler! Can you trust a gambler's words? Not a single word!"
"Even if I gave you immense wealth, what then? You'd still squander it all. You've got both alcohol and gambling covered."
"You're only missing drugs—completely unsalvageable. How exactly are we supposed to save someone like you?"
"Do you know why I keep improving my strength? It's damn well because with power, I can do whatever I want!"
"I don't get entangled in ghostly matters, nor do I get ordered around by self-proclaimed powerful beings."
"For example, right now, with someone like you—I can do whatever I want to you!"
Knights, virtues—while improving strength, these naturally need to be observed. There's a saying that's quite good—that Lady Yue was called Gentleman Sword in public.
As for those things done behind the scenes—as long as they're not discovered, isn't that fine? In being human, you need to have flexible moral boundaries.