Chapter 1557 - : I Just Don’t Want My StomaChapter To Be Cut Open…

Chapter 1557: I Just Don't Want My Stomach To Be Cut Open…

"The chief of the Blue Sky Tribe arrives!"

"The envoy of the Tetan Tribe arrives!"

"The envoy of the Gala Tribe arrives!"

In the evening, the guests from all the other tribes arrived for the conferring ceremony. Announcements could be heard reverberating throughout the city towers. All kinds of flying steeds landed on the empty land outside of the city, and their esteemed riders were welcomed into the city.

With the power of the entire tribe, the damaged part of the city wall had been completely repaired. Although certain sections hadn't been completely cleared, as long as they were completely destroyed, there were excuses to explain it.

Gary stood on the tallest tower in the palace, and nodded his head as he watched this scene with satisfaction.

Darryl stood behind Gary, and said in a grave voice, "Chief, we still haven't found any traces of the Hairless Monk and that mysterious attacker. However, they weren't able to rescue Ferdinand when they created the scene last night. Today, the powerhouses of all the orc tribes are gathered here, and with the presence of the Aug Tribe's chief, Auster, they most likely wouldn't dare to come again."

He still had lingering fears over last night's events.

"If they dare to come here again, I will make sure they will never leave again," Gary said in a cold voice.

Darryl continued, "Chief, we have accounted for last night's escaped criminals. Over 800, which is about 80% of the prisoners who were supposed to be executed today, have escaped. The troops have already gone to search for them with the hunting dogs. We should be able to catch a portion of them. Should we hang them according to our original plan?"

"As long as Ferdinand didn't escape, it's meaningless regardless how many of them have escaped." Gary smirked, and continued, "Hang them. Of course we should hang them. I want everyone to know what the consequence of betraying me is. We are going to hang those fellows one by one after they are caught. No one will be able to escape."

Darryl had an unnatural expression. He moved his lips before finally nodding. "Yes."

Gary turned around, and said to Darryl in a low voice, "Darryl, I know Isaiah had treated you very well, and gave you a lot of assistance in your cultivation."

"Yes." Darryl looked down and nodded.

"Our Falk Tribe has already lost two powerhouses recently, and we could barely hold on to our position as the number two orc tribe." Gary smiled, but his voice was chilling. "I don't wish to lose another 10th-tier powerhouse again. What do you think?"

Darryl shivered, and quickly answered, "I think there wouldn't be another."

"Very good." Gary reached out and patted gently on Darryl's shoulder. He smilingly said, "You may go on. There are plenty of things that you need to take care of."

"Yes." Darryl felt a great relief as he turned to walk out.

Gary looked at the boisterous tribe as spread his arms out wide, looked up to the sky, and smiled. "Are you seeing this, Isaiah? The Falk Tribe is going to belong to me completely. You shouldn't have thought that I was joking when I said I would take back what belonged to me then."

***

"This is the handover procedure. We are handing them over to you now. However, we need to make sure that they are really dead, and we have to bring their bodies back." A prisoner's carriage stopped at the back door of the main kitchen. A scar-faced orc handed a kraft paper to Heyman, and after he was certain that Heyman had signed, he kept the paper. Then, he waved his hand toward his back, and two orcs immediately dragged two prisoners with tattered clothes, and had their heads in black covers to the door.

"All of you have worked very hard. I will send their bodies out after we remove their lungs." Heyman chuckled and waved.

Two chefs who were in charge of processing ferocious beasts came over, grabbed one of them each, and dragged them into the main kitchen. Heyman followed them in.

"Boss, are they really eating orcs' lungs? Don't lungs taste the worst?" an orc softly asked.

"What the heck do you know? The chef who could make the chief issue an order personally can even make poop taste fantastic." The scar-faced orc spat and pursed his lips as he watched the prisoners being dragged away. "They will wish to be hanged rather than to have their lungs removed while they are alive."

The two orcs who were grabbed struggled hard, but their limbs and bodies were tied by ropes. They were grabbed by a pair of strong hands as if they were chickens who were about to get slaughtered. Their struggles were futile.

Heyman followed after them, and lamented, "Please stop struggling. I will ask Mr. Mag to give you a quick death later. It would be better than being hanged at the gallows."

The lady on the left burst out in tears upon hearing that.

"Don't be afraid, Juliet. I am here… I am still here," Romeo yelled in a panic.

They waved their hands frantically in midair. They grabbed hold of each other tightly when their hands finally touched in midair.

"Don't be scared. I am here," Romeo consoled her.

"I'm not scared. I just don't want my stomach to be cut open…" Juliet sobbed.

Romeo grasped Juliet's hands tightly, but he was at a loss for a reply.

Heyman brought them to the Kitchen One. He knocked, and then said to Mag who came to answer the door, "Mr. Mag, I've brought them to you. They just came from the prison, so they do stink a little. Do I need to process them first?"

Mag looked at the two prisoners that had their heads covered. He recognized them through their figures immediately, but he still pretended not to, and asked, "Are you sure that they are a pair of loving husband and wife?"

"They are Romeo and Juliet, the model husband and wife in our Falk Tribe. No couple is more loving than the two of them in the entire tribe." Heyman nodded as he looked at them with a piteous gaze. He went close to Mag, and said with a lowered voice, "They are good people. If possible, please don't make them suffer."

"Alright." Mag nodded as he opened the door, and said, "Send them in. I will process them myself. I need to start my preparation now, please don't disturb us if there is nothing important."

"Yes. I will warn them." Heyman nodded. The most important department in the main kitchen now was undoubtedly Kitchen One. It was alright if the other tables' flavors were a little substandard, but the VIP table had all the important people from all the orc tribes. It would be disastrous if there was a problem with the flavors.

The strapping orcs placed Romeo and Juliet on the floor, and left immediately.

Mag closed the door, and asked Babla to put up a spell formation to prevent people from invading and eavesdropping on them.

Everyone came forward, and curiously looked at the two people in embrace on the floor.

Mag had already informed all of them, and they knew that they would be sent over.

Mag went up to pull off the black covers over their heads.

The sudden brightness made the two of them close their eyes instinctively. They only opened their eyes after a moment, and were shocked to see Mag and the ladies crowding around them.

Didn't they say that they want to remove their lungs to make a dish?

Why did they look like a bevy of innocent beautiful ladies?