Chapter 142: The Peculiar Siblings

"Your Highness!" Baron Norman felt his trousers growing damp. Then, a tinkling sound of liquid hitting the floor reached his ears. Terrified, he looked down and realized, to his horror, that he had wet himself!

"Hahahaha!" The crowd burst into laughter. It was true justice; he had relied on his noble title to look down on commoners, but now he had met someone far more formidable. Let's see how he handles this!

As the crowd gloated at the sight of the Baron collapsing in fear, Ye Tian impatiently tapped his iron rod. The Baron’s heart skipped a beat. He scrambled over, fawning, "Respected Mr. Gray, I am truly sorry for what just happened. It was all the work of my blind subordinates. Would you like me to kill them for you?"

"Oh, really? I’d be very grateful. But would you mind killing me afterward as well? That way, no one will ever know," Ye Tian grinned, revealing pearly white teeth that looked rather sinister. Baron Norman suddenly shivered.

"Forget it, I’ll just go back. I’m the unlucky one anyway," Ye Tian sighed, tossed the iron rod aside, and turned to leave. Just then, a pair of guards approached. "What’s going on? What happened?"

"What happened?" the lead guard asked. "Nothing much. I was just crouching down to tie my shoelaces when I was... well, beaten soundly by a group of people with clubs." Ye Tian rubbed his back as he spoke.

The guard’s eyes went wide. Embroidered on the chest of Ye Tian’s clothing was a crest—it belonged to none other than His Highness Prince Field, the current Minister of Finance. "Oh! An attendant from His Highness the Prince's household!" the guard said, immediately nodding in greeting.

Thump! Baron Norman collapsed completely. He had been skeptical earlier, not having noticed the crest, but now that it was confirmed, he knew he was done for. Even if Ye Tian was just a minor attendant, he was a servant of the Prince—someone the Baron couldn't afford to offend.

"Baron Norman, I think you should handle this yourself," the guard said. They had long been dissatisfied with this man who threw his weight around, and they were happy to let him deal with the mess he’d made. They were even looking forward to seeing how the Prince would deal with this petty Baron if things went south.

"Respected Mr. Gray, I really didn't mean it. It was all those damn lowly people." Norman knew the most important thing was to appease Ye Tian first. But how could he make this man stop being angry?

Norman was at a loss. Ye Tian, tired of the game, sighed and said, "Respected Baron, you are a noble—a noble with a title. I am but a minor attendant, so I’ll accept the loss. But surely you should compensate me for the medicine?"

"There's a chance!" Norman's eyes lit up. As long as the man set conditions, it could be fixed. "That is only right, absolutely right." He pulled out a bulging coin purse and shoved it into Ye Tian’s hand. "Thank you then." Ye Tian opened the purse. "By the way, Respected Baron, how much is that outfit of yours worth?"

"Five gold coins. Why?" Norman asked, confused. Ye Tian picked out ten golden coins and handed them to Norman. "Consider it compensation for your clothes," Ye Tian said.

"What do you mean by this?" Norman’s face changed. Using his own money to pay for his own clothes? It seemed this guy was determined to stand up for those two siblings. "Nothing. Since your outfit is worth five gold coins, I’m compensating you for two. That should settle your anger, right?" Ye Tian smiled. "Or are you unwilling to let this go?"

Cold sweat poured down Norman's face. He felt an inexplicable sense of dread in the air. Though he was burning with rage, a bone-chilling cold seemed to warn him that if he stayed any longer, he might never leave.

"So, will you take it or not?" Ye Tian smiled as he held out the coins. "Th-thank you!" Norman gritted his teeth and took them. He gave Ye Tian a deep, lingering look, then turned and shouted, "Let's go!"

The onlookers' jaws hit the ground. They had expected Ye Tian to teach the arrogant Baron a real lesson, not let him off so easily. They looked at Ye Tian with confusion. "Dear neighbors, the Roxanu family is one that rules by virtue. We advocate for love and mutual support, not bullying others with power. I hope you all understand." With that, Ye Tian walked up to the boy. "Take this, find a priest, and get out of here quickly."

"We don't want it, thank you!" the girl said, helping her brother up. The scene felt like a dream. They had expected to meet a tragic end today, but they had escaped a disaster. The girl was still struggling to process it.

"Everyone, please disperse. Thank you all for your help!" Ye Tian said. The crowd blushed and left silently. It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but the world was inherently unfair, and this was beyond their control.

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"I am a doctor. Let me take a look at him," Ye Tian said. He gently pushed aside the girl who was struggling to support her brother and tossed the boy onto his shoulder. "Where do you live?"

"Can we not go?" the girl whispered. "Why?" Ye Tian asked curiously. "I want to find a priest for my brother first," she said, glancing at her unconscious brother.

"Don't worry, he won't die," Ye Tian said with certainty. "In that case, follow me." He led them back to the inn. "Why are we here?" the girl asked nervously.

"Relax, I have no interest in you," Ye Tian laughed. He went upstairs and knocked gently. "Who is it?" a cautious voice came from inside. "It's me. Open up," Ye Tian said.

Creak! The door opened, revealing Liffey’s sneaky silhouette. "Stop looking. If I really wanted to find you, you couldn't hide anywhere," Ye Tian joked, pushing Liffey inside. "It smells so good in here," he noted.

Liffey blushed, then suddenly noticed the girl behind Ye Tian. "Who is she?" Liffey asked, immediately tense. "I don't know. By the way, what are your names?" Ye Tian placed the boy on the bed and turned to the girl.

"My name is Hillary Kerton, and this is my brother, Lem Kerton," the girl said. "Oh, Miss Hillary, are you two thieves?" Ye Tian asked, unbuttoning the boy's clothes and pulling out a needle kit from beneath them.

"What are you saying!" Hillary’s face turned bright red, and she turned her head away. "Am I wrong?" Ye Tian chuckled, inserting gold needles into the boy's acupoints. "What are you doing!" Hillary cried out, anxious.

"Healing your brother. It’s fine," Ye Tian said. "By the way, this is my mistress, Miss Liffey." Hillary turned her head, looking at Liffey in confusion. "Are you Princess Liffey?"

"I am," Liffey said with reserve. "Miss Hillary, isn't that right? What Gray said—is it true?" The girl’s face reddened further. After hesitating, she nodded. "Why?"

"To survive," Hillary said, looking up helplessly. "I see. Were you and your brother instructed by someone else to steal?" Ye Tian touched the boy's collarbone; it felt like it had been broken before and had since healed. He checked other areas, and while there were many scars, most seemed fine.

"Take off your clothes!" Ye Tian suddenly commanded. Hillary’s face turned even redder. "Gray, what are you doing!" Liffey shouted angrily. "An examination. They seem to have been injured. I need to check. Don't worry, I have no interest in a flat-chested, bony little girl," Ye Tian said, shrugging.

Hillary blushed, glared at Ye Tian, and lowered her head. "I am a doctor. Relax, I really have no interest in you," Ye Tian laughed. Hillary twitched, but reached out to unbutton her clothes.

"Gray, what on earth are you doing?" Liffey was dumbfounded. She couldn't understand what had gotten into him