Under the intense blazing shining sun over the sky.
A huge crowd of approximately five hundred people had gathered before a small protruding cliff.
Most of them were busy mining while the villagers were busy with their normal day to life.
But an hour ago, the bells rang indicating to gather at the base of the bandit.
Generally, it would always ring at the end of the month, when they all have to gather here, to give some of the daily necessities and money to these bandits.And then the bandit would pick some people for mine or do some other thing like playing with them or selling them as slaves.
Once you are selected to work as a miner, the family should prepare to burn incense on his name before the grave because no one returns home after being taken.
It's not that the mining is dangerous and there is a risk to life, rather it was these beasts who made people's lives a nightmare, one to have to work day and night without proper rest and food until their last breath.
Even a moment of rest is enough for them to be whipped brutally.
Who can raise their voice against them, who can voice their grievance, those who tried now lay under the burial bed?
As they stood in line in a civilised manner as if they were trained in fear, they looked up with their lifeless gaze but seeing the scene before them, a hint of anticipation and hope started to bud.
At the side of the cliff around 100 people have kneeled and at the front three people were hanged with chains.And in front of them stood a man, a young boy with long blonde hair who with his hawk-like gaze looked at them with a serious expression.
Looking at the people gathered here, Alex spoke in a loud voice"My dear villagers and citizens of Nevan before I say anything. I want to ask for an apology."
Alex spoke and bowed his head with respect and the soldiers behind him followed his notion.
"I was sent by the King to address your grievance. It was unfortunate that we got the report late but as soon as we got the report. His Majesty sent me along with a squad to give you the justice and freedom you deserved."
"The people kneeling before you are the scums in humans' clothing who have made your life a nightmare."
"I would have killed them but it wasn't my job to decide the punishment. I am giving you the freedom of choice to punish them as you all deem fit."
The people looked at each other with questioning gazes and wondered what to do. Their lifeless eyes started to shine with life and vigour.
They didn't want to miss this opportunity.
An old woman in his 60's came forward. Her face was full of wrinkles and she found it hard to even walk.
Alex walked toward the woman and offered a supporting hand.
"I want to whip that bastard who killed my son. I wanted him to be whipped until he lost all his blood, till his last breath. I wanted him to know the pain and suffering my son suffered until he died." The lady spoke with tears trickling her eyes.
When her only child who was her supporting stick died, she wanted to end her life to free herself from the suffering but she didn't do it, rather prayed to god to give her a chance to punish the person.
Just like the saying, It's maybe late for God to heed our calls but he isn't in the dark of our plea and suffering.
She finally got the chance.
With her trembling hands, she pulled the whip and smacked at the person.
The man's horrible scream echoed and following the woman's notion, many took down whips and started to hit the man until they were knocked out.
Alex signalled his man to finish the job while he looked at the three remaining ones who were the leader of the pack.
But Alex didn't touch them and just threw them at the hungry mob who beat them until they died giving them a gruesome death.
Gulped.
Alex swallowed his saliva and wiped off the sweat from his forehead seeing the fierceness of the common people.
"Sure enough, one shouldn't ever anger the mobs otherwise they're gonna beat you until you sob," Alex spoke as he looked around the bunch to see if any hidden chickens were present out there.
As he scanned the people one by one, his eyeball widened and almost popped from his socket.
Seeing the status of the man, he screamed"What the hell!"
Name:Hugo
Rank:None
Class:None
Talent:Mining
Potential:High
Alex rubbed his eyes a few times seeing this talent and potential.
Talent and potential are entirely different things.
While talent shows how skilful the person can be in a particular area or in which field his talent lies.
Potential can be said to be the level of strength he can achieve without a bottleneck.
If it was just about talent, one can find talent in many things. Like house chores, embroidery, writing and things like that.
But in most cases, individuals like this have low potential or no potential in terms of fighting and generally, people with combat-oriented talent have high potential.
But this guy was not only talented in mining but also had a high potential which made Alex cry.
"Goddess! What is this? What kind of joke is fate playing with me? I have a potential ranging from low to average, even though I have the blood of an emperor while this guy has high potential even though his talent lies in mining."
"Isn't this blatant injustice?"
"Now, what do you want me to do? Make a legendary miner out of him like those RPG games."
"Give him a pickaxe and ask him to dig on the battlefield."
Alex started to have a headache. He wanted to cry and voice out his grievance but he knew it would only make him more pitiful.
So, he ordered his people to kidnap the future legendary miner while ordering them to make preparations to mine.
