Chaotic World - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Berenhar
Berenhar had been the captain of the city guard in Stone City for three years. However, what had always
bothered him was that, being too young—not even 30 yet—and lacking any powerful connections, he had earned
his position entirely through his own hard work and daring. Therefore, as the commander
of over 40 city guards, he had never been highly regarded by the city lord, Haali, who even treated him with some suspicion
. If it weren't for the recent incident, his city guard wouldn't even be fully equipped with weapons, and the soldiers' salaries
would be frequently delayed.
That incident happened a month ago when Emre's son, a wealthy man in the city, went on a
picnic with some friends, but they never returned, and there had been no news of them for over a month.
Emre was no ordinary wealthy man; one of the top three richest men in the country, he
not only had a vast business empire and extensive connections, but also maintained close ties with the royal family. Furthermore, Emre was the largest arms
supplier in the nation, providing nearly half of the country's army's weaponry. Now,
with one of his beloved sons missing, the pressure on the city lord was immense.
To resolve the issue quickly and quell Emre's anger, Ha'ali had no choice but to heavily rely on
Berenhal and his city guard. They were equipped with various advanced weapons, and Ha'ali agreed to Berenhal's suggestion
to expand the city guard from around 40 men to over 300 strong men
, trained by Berenhal. Berenhal, once an insignificant
city guard captain, had suddenly transformed into a powerful figure commanding a considerable armed force.
Berenhar, who rose through the ranks from a lowly soldier, understood his soldiers' thoughts and knew
how to win their hearts. Money, women—he would do his best to satisfy his soldiers' needs as long as it was within his means
. Of course, this came at the cost of rigorous daily training and high-casualty drills. In Berenhar
's own words, "I don't need a team that has never seen blood. If they can't see the enemy
's blood, then let them know what it feels like to bleed."
Undoubtedly, these city guard soldiers understood how precious their blood was, and
the pain of bleeding had etched into their very being what they should do on the battlefield. In a short time, these soldiers
had transformed from those who could only maintain order and catch petty thieves in Stone City into
true warriors, riding out of the city on horseback every day, exuding a disciplined
and imposing aura. Even the city lord, Haali, sometimes wondered with mixed feelings whether this force had increased his own strength as lord or cultivated Berenhar
's own armed force. Fortunately, at least for now, Berenhar seems quite obedient and follows
orders diligently, which puts Haal at ease to some extent.
Haal is relieved, but Berenhar cannot relax at all.
Among the young people who disappeared with Emre's son was a girl named Nicole. Since her disappearance, her mother, Sandra,
has come to him almost daily, crying and asking about her. Every time Berenhar sees the poor woman, he feels extremely
apologetic.
Although he always comforts her, assuring her that the young people are safe, that his soldiers
have searched the area many times without finding any blood or gruesome corpses, proving that
the young people are at least alive and safe around Stone City, Berenhar
knows that in order to gain power and truly control this newly formed city guard,
he has never truly searched for the missing young people thoroughly. The searches around Stone City
were merely to appease Emre's questions.
Perhaps Berenhar could ignore Sandra, but he
had to be extremely careful in responding to the questions posed by the wealthy Emre. This powerful
figure, who had single-handedly expanded the city guard and provided them with all their superior weaponry, could easily bring him down with a single misstep, sending him back to
his former, ignored state. Of course, he might not even be able to return to his former glory, potentially falling into an
even more dire and miserable situation.
Therefore, Berenhar always dealt with him with utmost care. It was impossible for him to genuinely prioritize
finding those young men. However, he always needed to offer Emre something in return. For example,
finding some clues, protecting the security around Stone City, or helping the wealthy man.
It might sound ridiculous—would someone as powerful as Emre need
the help of a mere city guard captain with only a few hundred men? But such a thing actually happened. It all started ten days earlier when Emre
's fifth wife returned from visiting relatives in Sea Salt City.
Emre's wife was originally from Sea Salt City;
he met her there when he went to the port to welcome his returning fleet. At that time, Emre already had four wives, but when he first
saw Anne, he knew this woman belonged to him.
Anne wasn't a traditional noblewoman; she was born into a marginal noble family.
Her past glory made her proud, but her current situation filled her with resentment. Therefore, this
woman of elven blood was extremely competitive from a young age. Learning fencing, practicing horseback riding, and mastering the ways of the wealthy upper class,
Anne was like a bean sprout suppressed under a stone, striving upwards, upwards, and upwards again. For her ,
rising above others was her most important goal, and she could endure any amount of effort for it.
Heaven rewards the diligent; Anne received the opportunity given by fate—she met the wealthy Emre.
The beautiful and intelligent Anne easily won Emre's favor and became
the wealthy man's fifth wife in just a few months. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, but unfortunately, things don't
end so simply.
Anne asked Emre to let her return to Sea City to visit her mother, and Emre, of course, agreed.
A guard was dispatched to protect her. What should have been a peaceful visit home turned into an
unexpected incident on her return journey.
On the road near the forest outside the city, An's caravan was robbed by bandits. These audacious
bandits were composed of terrifying orcs; the enmity between orcs and humans seemed to
have existed since the dawn of history, with no possibility of resolution. Therefore, when An's guards encountered the orcs blocking their path
, they knew that bloodshed was inevitable.
It's no wonder these bandits were so bold, daring to rob outside Stone City in broad daylight. This
group outnumbered An's guards. Nearly 50 bandits completely blocked their path, their leader, a
tall and robust orc riding a giant gray wolf, resembling a true wild beast. The ferocity in his eyes
was palpable even to the most dim-witted guard. His armor, reflecting the sunlight,
was blinding, and his double-edged battle axe was as large as a small cartwheel. Behind him, the orcs were also
clad in leather armor, their weapons mostly heavy axes or thick-backed broadswords. Even on the outer edge of the encirclement
stood about ten trolls, their javelins gleaming menacingly, ready to be thrown at any moment.
The captain of the guard knew he had encountered no ordinary bandits; these orcs looked
like a small army.
The conflict began simply and routinely: the orc leader ordered his soldiers to surrender immediately and
hand over the valuables and women from the cart. The captain of the guard simply cursed, "Bullshit!" and charged
at them, spear in hand.
The battle itself was unremarkable. Although the guards protecting Anne were elite soldiers handpicked by Emre,
they had little opportunity to shine against the well-prepared orc raiders. The trolls' javelins flew accurately
, and over ten guards fell, horse and all, to pools of blood. The spears pierced their bodies and
even their horses. The orcs behind the leader charged forward, weapons in hand. Only the
relatively skilled captain, after killing two orcs, reached the leader.
A massive battle axe cleaved down, and with a roar, the captain thrust out his spear—a desperate, all-
or-nothing attack, disregarding the axe's power, focused solely on killing the orc leader. Unfortunately, this was just wishful thinking.
The orc leader moved with the agility of a giant wolf; as his right hand swung his massive axe, his left hand precisely
caught the guard captain's spear, slowing its thrust and leaving only
a shallow wound on the thick chest before decapitating him.
What followed was a one-sided slaughter; the bandits mercilessly slaughtered the guards. Just as they reached
Anne's carriage, Berenhar arrived.
The city guards patrolling outside the city surrounded all the bandits, 300 against 50, but the
bolder bandits launched the first attack.
Seeing the orc leader, even stronger and taller than himself, charging towards him, Berenhar inexplicably laughed
. Raising his spear, Berenhar held it steadily at his side: "Ha!" With a shout,
his warhorse galloped forward, colliding with the orc leader.
Dodging the giant axe's blow with nimble skill, Berenhar thrust his spear straight and resolute. It was
a simple, unadorned thrust, yet its speed was like a thunderclap. The orc chieftain could only shift his body slightly before being
heavily impaled on the ground. Crimson blood gushed from the orc chieftain's ribs, but the ferocious chieftain
gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain. Just as the galloping horse's hooves were about to strike, he rolled to the side,
the horse's hooves crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Get out!" Berenhar didn't even glance back, only uttering a single word in a low voice.
The situation was like a replay of what had just happened; the bandits were mercilessly slaughtered by the city guards, their heads
severed one by one to serve as evidence for future rewards.
"Madam, it is my fault for frightening you. I sincerely beg your forgiveness," Berenhar
said gently as he dismounted from Anne's carriage and approached the door.
The door opened softly, and a head of bright, sun-kissed blond hair came into Berenhar's view. Anne, like
all descendants of elves, was full of vivacity and handsomeness. Her slightly thin, fair face was framed by
bright blue eyes that stared intently at Berenhar, and her thin lips were as red as cherries. "Thank you for your help, sir," Anne said softly, her voice devoid of anger, lacking 　　the inexplicable arrogance of
ordinary noblewomen , and without any criticism of Berenhar who had saved her. "Could you please escort me 　　back, sir?" 　　 "Of course, madam," Berenhar replied with a gentlemanly bow. 　　 Finally, I've met you. Berenhar thought to himself 　　 .

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