Reincarnation Of Audemars - Chapter 145

Day Five for the interns had arrived. Today I’ve decided to make Pineapple Baked Chicken with cinnamon and cloves in a pan and tomato sweet corn fragrant rice for lunch.

Since the interns had knowledge of steamed puddings, so they would perform on their own today and make at least 3 variants of puddings in small quantities. A set of ingredients were once again set aside on the countertop for lunch and the interns were once again ready for the set of instructions.

“Alright… You do remember how I made the rice for the Lemon Chicken right? Well, it’s the same process but this time you would blend 5 kg of tomatoes, sieve take the extract out. Prepare the rice as what you had done before and then add the same spices.”

“As for the chicken meat, it would be sliced to cook faster inside the baking pan and layer them with pineapple slices. Add the spices on top and salt to taste. That’s it.” I ended the instructions that morning for lunch and mid-afternoon snacks.

“Dinner remains unchanged, and prepare these sweet corns into kernels and grate the coconut and set it aside for snacks. I’m going to show you a fairly simple snack that everyone would enjoy. It’s steamed sweet corn kernels with grated coconut with salt and butter to taste.”

After I had briefed the interns on how to prepare the simple menu for today, I prepared the caravan as today would be the last day where I’m going to visit the checkpoints for the Northern Borders. Patricia was with me with her Mark of Magi and we both are cloaked to cover our identities.

“Honey, today would be the last day we are going to convert those ex-robbers to be part of Booty Whirl road maintenance as well as highway peacekeepers, right?”

“That’s right Trish, it’s the last day today and it’s only 2 days since the members had left the Castle to perform their Quests in the Southern District,” I replied as I adjusted the reins on the horses as I patted the heads of the animals and sat on the caravan and slapped the reins.

“So how about the weapons that the 3 other cities had ordered? Won’t you need to attend to it at all?”

“Ahh… It is all automated and every Hong would be ready in 5 days. Don’t think about them too much then, we will settle these matters and then we would head back home and enjoy our lunch later on.” I remarked as we had ridden the caravan until it had reached the outskirts of Southern District and we did saw some of the members milling about to perform their Quests.

I activated the teleport from my map and we went to the furthest end of Southern Borders where the 5 ex-robbers had been anticipating our arrival.

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“MASTER… I HAD BEEN VIOLATED…” shrieked the Assassin as he finally reached his safe house after he had literally crawled his way back from where he was shot by me and his clothes had been tattered as if he was being trampled by raging bulls.

“WHAT DAFUQ HAPPENED TO YOU?” hollered Fat Bastard as he saw the tattered clothed Assassin that had crawled through the sewers, pigsty and other what not just to reach to the safehouse many towns away. He doesn’t look like an Assassin right now but someone who had just crawled out of a donkey’s ass. Hah hah hah…

“Boo Hoo Hoo… That Night Ryder is no match for me. He cheated… CHEATED… He was in front of me when he fired his crossbow but his bolt penetrated me from behind… FROM BEHIND…It is not fair… NOT FAIR… Boo Hoo Hoo…” the Assassin cried as though someone had snatched a candy from him.

“YOU GOT PENETRATED AND VIOLATED BY HIM? HOW SAVAGE CAN HE BE?” Fat Bastard simply shrieked like a little girl as he recounted the horrors of being penetrated from behind and was violated some more. Fat Bastard’s eyes opened up as big as saucers when the Assassin tried to stand up with much difficulty and started to remove his tunic.

“LOOK AT WHAT HE HAD DONE TO ME… Boo Hoo Hoo…” the Assassin removed the tunic and turned around to let Fat Bastard saw what I had done to the Assassins back and those who saw it laughed uncontrollably. “It seems you got owned, buddy…” remarked a minion who saw the red lipstick markings that had been left by me.

“THIS IS UTTER HUMILIATION TO THE RUSTY BLADES. WE NEVER LAY OUR WEAPONS BEFORE AND HE STRUCK FIRST. IS HE NOT AFRAID OF DEATH?” Fat Bastard was literally off his chair right now as he peered at the drawing of Beauty World’s logo that looked like a Whirl of wind and the writings around it.

“Damn, kid…You really got owned by him. Such a savage beast. To penetrate you from behind and violate you in such a manner. Tsk tsk tsk… ”

“I had never seen a cold, stone-hearted person in my whole life before. He must be a bloody expert to be able to shoot his crossbow in the front and his bolt penetrated you from behind. Tsk tsk tsk… ”

“This Night Ryder would be our captain for our Association and not a rampaging lone wolf right now.”

Fat Bastard returned to his seat and got someone to attend to the Assassin’s injuries and see how bad was the injuries when he got penetrated from behind and violated as well.

The Assassin was stripped to his skivvies and was brought out by a minion to first wash him up at the water trough outside the safe house before he was sent to meet a witch to get rid of the curse mark on his back. The witch had also performed some magic to remove the bolt that was still protruding from the Assassin’s left calf.

“How could I deal with that Night Ryder. His bolt shot from the front would penetrate from behind? I had never seen such trickery before in my life. If he can’t be dealt with violence, then a round of chess, checkers, backgammon, poker, gin rummy, blackjack, carroms would put him down. HE DARES TO MESS WITH US… DAMN YOU NIGHT RYDER… YOU WON’T LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER NIGHT… ”

Fat Bastard retires back to his chair, having exerted himself a little bit too much since the return of his paid Assassin. He slumped back on his armchair, sweat pouring from his bald head and down to the sides of his face.

He took a large cloth diaper and wiped down his sweat as he opened up his drawer and retrieved a bottle of drink and took several gulps from it. After he put down the bottle, he let out a loud and long belch and wiped his thick horrendous lips with the back of his hand.

“This green bottle does have a weird logo on it. Don’t mind the weird logo but the drink is really refreshing and new.” Fat Bastard saw that the logo was a fat man holding a club on one hand and a skinny red Indian holding to an axe in the other and both were holding to a bottled drink and was being blown off from a large wooden tub.

“Weird logo… But nice citrus flavoured drink.” as Fat Bastard took another few more gulps and let out a long and loud belch that erupted in 3 bursts. Hah hah hah… He tapped his fat obscene tummy as he sat there with his legs on the table.

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News of me evading the attacks by the Assassin and how I made good of the situation had reached far and wide. It was a hush-hush talk among the ex-robbers and they knew that their new leader is much more formidable than their former.

“Our new leader does not take a single credit from our collection of road tax ever since and its a 100% divided by the 5 of us.”

“Yeah… I heard Night Ryder is a super-wealthy person and have a few million credits with him at all times.”

“No wonder he wants us to be under his gang. No wonder he is a gang leader because a leader leads by example. Unlike Fat Bastard that will always be a fat bastard living off our earnings.”

“Yeah man… Keeping this road free from potholes, fallen trees and roadkill is not a chore at all and all passing caravans, merchants and travellers alike would drop their 20 inside the wicker basket. How convenient is that…”

“What is a 20 for them where they could save thousands of credit from the old us where we used to rob them. Not only we have a better reputation now but we also earned recognition from the public point of view.”

“Some even packed lunches and snacks for us since they knew we worked hard to keep this road safe from other robbers as well.”

Its an irony where ex-robbers managed to foil other attempts of robbery by small-time thieves and bandits despite being their ‘turf’ a few days before. Hah hah hah…

Patricia and I had finally completed meeting up with all the ex-robbers who had pledged their allegiances to Booty Whirl for a more worthy cause and had distributed their new weapons and tunic. All the 87 checkpoints had been covered and 435 men had been seen and briefed.

They knew that if they were to go against my orders, the bolts from my crossbow would be shot and then they would be penetrated from behind and I would end up violating them like what I had done to the Assassin that reports to Fat Bastard. Hah hah hah…