William had somehow managed to provoke the entire barbarian tribe within the span of a few sentences.
To Dereck and Helios, the development was certainly dramatic, but it was hardly unexpected.
Neither of them understood the barbarian language, yet the reaction surrounding them spoke louder than any translation ever could. Every warrior had risen from their seat. Weapons were unsheathed one after another as furious shouts echoed throughout the plaza. The atmosphere transformed from tense to murderous in an instant, and dozens of bloodthirsty gazes locked onto William and his companions.
William, meanwhile, remained perfectly composed.
The barbarian chief slowly rose from his throne, his enormous frame towering over everyone else present. He stared at William with a deeply furrowed brow, as though attempting to understand whether the young man before him was truly insane or simply fearless.
