This Overlord Doesn't Care About Anything

Book 1: Chapter 24: Watching A Monkey Show

Sounds of sorrow permeated the crowd.

Felita wants to leave? Why?

Hasnt she always been our West-Resisting Citys person?

Why does our protector Felita want to leave now? What will we do in the future?

Are we really going to die here

Hearing the voices of complaint, my smile gradually fell apart. I coldly berated:

Why? You all really have the nerve to ask this question. Think about what youve done to her, are you truly unaware of what youve done in your hearts? Sure, she might have a speck of Demon blood in her, but has she ever done anything untoward to you? From a young age, she had to watch on helplessly as her mother was tied onto a stake and burned to death. From a young age, she was tortured by some of you in the crowd without fighting back! She, a sorcerer with Demon blood, fought as if her life depended on it to defend us humans, but what about you? You wanted her to die, you wanted to put her into a situation where she would have no hope of survival! Submitting to the Demons? Fancy of you all to think of this, fancy of you all to think up such a crafty tactic

Do you all know how uncommon a sorcerer is? Theres simply no reason for her to stay in West-Resisting City because wherever she goes, shell be treated as the guest of honor. But because she promised that non-blood relative grandfather of hers, she stubbornly stayed here. And the result of it? The noble lords bullied her! You all followed the nobles in bullying her! How impressive for the entire city to shout kill her; how come you dont have such unflinching righteousness now?

I know, most of you havent done things like this; you were just following the crowd. I understand those of you who didnt speak up, because once you spoke up for her, you would be labelled a comrade of Demons; there would be no place for you to even raise your head once you did. But you all should also place yourself in her position and think, after experiencing so many events that would cause your heart to freeze, what reason is there left for her to stay behind in West-Resisting City?

After I finished speaking, I feigned a helpless sigh and put on the appearance of being at my wits end.

The crowd turned silent.

Anyone who had even a bit of conscience wouldnt know how to reply.

But unfortunately, a sharp and unkind-looking woman queerly muttered:

Hmph, whats the point of acting so pretentious, just leave if you want to leave. Even without her, Felita, its not like we wont be able to go on living.

The moment her voice fell, without me needing to speak, the surrounding people immediately glared at her.

It was as if a barrel of gunpowder was ignited.

Four or five people instantly pounced on her, pushing her onto the floor and beating her up as they scolded:

**** your mother, I, your father, have long since seen you as an eyesore! Its you that takes the lead to bully Felita, do you even have the face to say these words? Ill kill you, you lowly woman! Ill kill you, you shameless thing!!

More people started joining in on the beating.

Even more people were dragged out as targets for beating.

Its him! Hes one of the people that joined in on killing Felitas grandfather!

This person is someone who colluded with Pierce!

Restrain him! Hes one of the youngsters that splashed Felita with toilet water!

Beat him up! Lets see if he still dares to spread malicious rumors about Felita!!

You usually have the skill to bully Felita, how come youre not speaking now?!

The crowd spontaneously broke up into multiple circles. Those who originally bullied Felita were ferreted out and as long as they were rooted out, they would be given a healthy dose of beating. Anguished wailing could be heard from everywhere:

Stop hittingIll never dare to

I apologize, Ill apologize to Felitaaiyo!

Stop kicking my face, ouch ouch ouchuwaaah

I stood quietly, unmoving on the platform.

Approximately 200 to 300 people were beaten until they were covered with cuts and bruises. Their blood spilled on the ground and it was unknown as to whether or not they would survive. The power of the masses is very strong, after all. I didnt know if this could be called the earliest form of crowdsourcing information, but in any case, as long as a person was discovered, regardless of whether the person was a man, woman, young or old, they would be hit until they were kneeling and calling out for mercy. At this very moment, everyone seemed to become incarnations of justice as they used their small fists to crazily hammer the offenders stomach.

As I watched people getting beaten within an inch of their life, I was silently thinking to myself. At that time when they were surrounding Felita and wantonly beating her up, did they ever think that they would be treated the same way, that they would be labelled an outsider and arbitrarily beaten up without reason?

This was the best solution that I could think up.

If the masses were straightforwardly told to hand over those bullies to Felita, it was very likely that it would cause them to resist, leading them to band together and crazily diss me, the new City Lord, behind my back. But now its different. When I threw a fearful crisis that didnt even exist at them, they would naturally give priority in proving themselves to be innocent and sell out their comrade that did cruel things due to their survival-seeking instinct.

Afterwards, they would most likely even thank me.

I coldly observed this comical play. Glancing at Aleya, I discovered that her expression was just as indifferent and she didnt criticize my method for being despicable.

After almost all of the identified people lost consciousness, there were people gasping for breath as they beseeched me:

Sir City Lord, sir City Lord! Please help us resolve things with Felita and make her rescue our city!

Right, sir City Lord, it was these people that bullied her, we didnt do anything wrong!

Sir City Lord, I beg you, talk to her, as long as shes willing to remain, then well definitely treat her well in the future!

I sneered.

Why didnt you do this earlier??

Must you not stop until you reach the Yellow River, must you stubbornly insist on your own ideas??1

But let things be. I also dont want to condemn them anymore. Pierces head was already cut off by someone and the corpses of those pig-headed nobles were already thrown into the wilderness. At this time, those people that bullied Felita every day were already beaten up to the point where it was unclear whether they were still alive or dead. This result is already enough. The level of thought shown by the masses is directly related to the education they get and with how poor of a region West-Resisting City is, I didnt expect them to be wise or bravely step forward when Felita was bullied

In other words, if they actually did help back then, then what work would there be left for me to do?

I nodded and promised:

Alright! But I dont dare to guarantee whether or not I will be able to successfully persuade her to stay. Ill do my best to persuade her, but truth to tell you all, even if she does stay behind, I never want to ever see anyone badmouth her again since what shes already done for our West-Resisting City is extreme benevolence. If she stays, then there is friendship between her and the city; if she decides to leave, then it wasnt meant to be. If Im made known that someones doing things behind my back and provoking her, then Ill make that person battle solo against the Demon Race armycan you guarantee to me that you wont do this!

The sound of people slapping their chests in guarantee echoed the premises.

I brought Aleya down the stage and as we were leaving the crowd, I casually tore off the mourning clothes I was wearing.

Pierce, considering the fact that youve helped me as a scapegoat, I should grieve over your death for half an hour.

But once I think about the amount of cruel things youve once doneI think its fine if I just dont.

1. Its just the MC complaining about the people being stubborn mules.

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