Reborn As Noble Chapter 1313: Humiliation at the Gate ( 1313 )

The Beastkin Nation's Eastern Border was the destination.

Minutes later, two pekko-drawn carriages screeched to a halt near the fruit cart that the guards had set up. This abrupt stop sent Gorak and his entourage, along with Jaigar and his group, careening forward. They slammed against the carriage walls, their bodies colliding with the seats and front panels in a jarring impact.

Groans and curses erupted from inside. One of Jaigar’s companions tumbled out, clutching her abdomen before doubling over and retching onto the ground. Another sagged out, her hand pressed to her head, her face alarmingly pale. Gorak’s own companions stumbled out in her wake, appearing dazed and utterly disoriented.

Gorak himself lurched out of the carriage, his face ashen and his legs wobbling precariously. "What... what was that?! Are you trying to kill us?!" he demanded.

Javier, perched casually atop Buddy, struggled to suppress a grin. He tilted his head, feigning an air of exaggerated innocence.

"Huh? What's wrong? I thought the mighty archer proclaimed he could handle anything? I suppose the ride was a bit too bumpy for you, eh?"

Gorak shot him a look laced with venom, his fingers twitching towards his bow. However, before he could utter a reply, both pekko animals simultaneously turned their heads, casting their gaze upon the disembarking passengers. They emitted low, rumbling squawks, their beaks curving into what appeared to be mocking grins before they turned back to the fruit cart, eagerly helping themselves to the remaining produce.

Javier clapped his hands together twice and then addressed Gorak’s party and Jaigar.

"Alright, everyone! Back into the carriages! Your documents are already undergoing processing and clearance. Quickly now!"

Gorak’s jaw tightened, his hand once again straying towards his bow. He halted this impulse upon noticing the beastkin-like individuals observing them with stern, unwavering gazes. Several guards stepped forward purposefully, their hands resting on their weapons.

"You should return to your carriage," one of the guards stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Your documents are missing the essential seals. Furthermore, as your destination is Armand, you ought not to be stopping here or creating a commotion at the gate."

Gorak’s jaw clenched again. He glared at everyone present, yet refrained from taking action, his mission paramount. He released an ostentatious scoff. "You should extend respect to travelers from other nations. This is hardly a welcoming manner for visitors."

Before the guard could interject, Javier sheepishly scratched his cheek, a disarming grin on his face. "Ah... well... actually, they don't really have an obligation to treat us with any special treatment. Since, well... err... we're just passing through, and we don't exactly have proper travel documents? Ehehehe..."

"Wh... what?" Gorak’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hey, my job is to get you to Armand, right? And you all were in such a hurry... so, err... let's just say I didn't exactly prepare the full travel documents? Ehehehe..."

Jaigar, who had been silently observing, narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. "We already paid you a considerable sum for this journey."

"Wo, wo, wo! Chill! If we had waited for all the proper paperwork, it would have taken several more days just to get everything sorted. And you explicitly stated you were in a rush, correct?"

"At the very least, allow us a moment to rest before we continue," Gorak implored, turning his attention to the guards.

"No," the guard’s voice was resolute as he tapped his spear upon the ground. He gestured towards the lengthy queue of individuals awaiting their turn. "These people have been waiting patiently. You are fortunate that Beggar Jee is overseeing your arrangements. Otherwise, there is no way we would permit any of you to pass. Be thankful. Beggar Jee is a known figure among the Beastkin folk, and we are doing him a favor by accommodating you."

"Ugh! Fine!" Gorak shot a malevolent glare at the beggar seated atop the enormous orange pekko, who was now sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

"Do not dare to use full speed or employ any of those tricks you used before," Gorak warned, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone.

"Yeah, yeah... don't worry. I won't," Javier dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Now, let's depart before the sky darkens. The roads become perilous at night, and we must reach a resting place before then."

Gorak exchanged a look with Jaigar, who offered a subtle nod. Both glanced at their respective party members before re-entering the carriages, their faces etched with frustration.

Once everyone had re-boarded, Javier grinned and offered the guard a playful salute.

"Thanks for the assistance~"

Buddy turned, let out a loud squawk, and grinned with his beak before striding forward purposefully.

"Alright! Onward to the next destination!"

"Cuquawked!!!"

The coachmen offered smiles and climbed aboard their carriages. The pekko began to move, their pace slow and steady.

As they journeyed onward, Javier's smirk widened.

I'll deploy that particular item once we reach the designated rest area. The Beastkin patrols should have already secured the vicinity, ensuring no unintended bystanders are present when we make our stop.

Once we arrive, the subsequent phase of our strategy will be enacted, ensuring the safety of my people.

He casually lifted a hand, a languid motion as he scratched the back of his head. Yet, his fingers subtly formed a rapid hand signal, a prearranged cue for the coachmen.

The two coachmen exchanged glances, a faint smile gracing their lips, before refocusing their attention on guiding the pekko that pulled the carriages, feigning ignorance.

Meanwhile.

Inside the carriage.

Gorak’s grip tightened on his blade, his knuckles turning white as he gouged a deep furrow into the wooden armrest beside him. His jaw was clenched, his eyes blazing with fury that was barely restrained.

Valcrea leaned in, whispering in a low tone, "Leader..."

"Mm... I am aware," Gorak replied, his voice strained yet controlled. "However, for the present, we must restrain ourselves. We cannot act until we acquire the necessary information."

Noji narrowed her eyes, her voice a venomous murmur. "This is the first instance where a mere human and those animalistic races have dared to look down upon us. Us, the chosen race. They treat us as if we are insignificant."

Zume clenched her jaw, her hands quivering with rage. "Just you all wait. Once we obtain the information concerning Armand and dispatch it to Vane, and when the primary invasion commences, these insignificant races shall comprehend the full extent of my wrath. I will claim their heads as trophies. I will spit upon their faces before toying with them and ending their lives slowly."

Gorak released a slow, controlled exhalation. "Mm... for now, we shall endure this disgrace. But shortly, we will unequivocally demonstrate to these insignificant lives what it truly signifies to be chosen."

( End Of Chapter )