Mo Han suggested a good meal to celebrate, followed by some shopping to treat everyone, to which they all happily agreed.

A look of excitement also dawned on Dali and Anna's faces.

Seeing this, Mo Han chuckled to himself: Heh, it seems that no matter which world they're in, a woman's nature is the same; shopping and browsing will always hold an irresistible appeal in their hearts.

After asking the innkeeper about the best restaurant in Tenshū Castle, the group set off, walking slowly in the direction the owner pointed, taking in the sights of the city along the way. Before long, they arrived at the largest eatery in Tenshū Castle, the Wen Xiang Ju.

As soon as they reached the entrance, they noticed a crowd gathered around the doorway, pointing and murmuring, with the faint sound of a girl crying mixed in.

Curiosity drawing them closer, the group pushed through the onlookers to find a young girl in simple white hemp robes kneeling beside an old man who had clearly passed away. She was weeping softly, and beside her lay a sign that read: Selling myself into servitude; I beg any kind soul to help arrange my father's burial. I offer myself to repay the funeral expenses.

At that moment, Mo Han overheard someone nearby saying, "Alas, this Yunxiang is truly a pitiable child. Old Man Liu was known by all neighbors as a kind soul, but who would have thought his twilight years would be ruined by a lawsuit that cost him his life and home? Now this unfortunate girl is left alone and has no choice but to sell herself to bury her father."

A passerby chimed in, "Indeed. It’s a shame we barely have enough to support ourselves, otherwise, we would surely help this girl."

Dali and Anna, overhearing the discussions, couldn't help but sympathize with the poor girl.

Dali spoke up, "Let's help her, Mo Han. She is truly pitiful."

Mo Han nodded, "Yes, we should help her."

He felt deep sympathy for the girl's plight and was about to step forward when a corpulent man, his face slick with oil and powder, approached the girl, accompanied by several subordinates.

The fat man leered, "Now, Yunxiang, why are you being so stubborn? If you agreed to marry me as my eighth concubine, wouldn't you have endless wealth and glory? Why endure suffering as a mere maid, having to watch others' expressions? How about it? I suggest you come back with me. I will treat you well. Once you are married to me, I will immediately give your father a grand burial, and everything will be resolved."

As he spoke, he leered and reached out his hand to stroke Yunxiang's cheek.

The bystanders showed looks of anger, yet not a single person stepped forward to defend Yunxiang. Seeing this, Mo Han thought with weary resignation: How is it that people like this exist everywhere? He restrained Dali and Anna, who were about to intervene, and said to them with a smile, "Watch how I deal with this fat hog."

With that, Mo Han suddenly shouted, "Which pig has wandered in here? I smelled something porcine, and it turns out there's such a fat one right here. No wonder it stinks so much!"

Hearing Mo Han’s words, Dali and Anna covered their mouths and laughed, and the crowd followed suit.

The fat man spun around, glaring at the crowd, and roared, "Who?! Which scoundrel doesn't want to live, daring to insult Viscount Lu De? Step out here! I want to see if you have nine lives and are tired of living!"

Mo Han smiled, stepped forward, and said, "Big fellow, what does me talking about pigs have to do with you?" The fat man tracked the voice and saw a young man dressed in clerical robes, frowning. "Reverend Sir, I will overlook this out of respect for your status as a Cleric of Light. You must know that insulting nobility of the Empire is a grave offense. I will let you go for the sake of the Church of Light. You had better leave quickly, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Mo Han replied with a smile, "Oh? Then I must thank you."

The fat man said smugly, "Of course. Considering my acquaintance with Priest Vick at the Tenshū Castle church, I'll forgive you this once."

Mo Han remained unhurried and continued, "I still have something I don't quite understand. Can you answer one question for me?" The fat man frowned, barely suppressing his anger. "What question? Spit it out. He truly didn't wish to unnecessarily offend the Church of Light; if it were anyone else, he would have already ordered his subordinates to teach them a lesson."

Mo Han replied with a mischievous smile, "It's nothing really. I was just wondering if it gets tiring for a pig to carry so much pork around on the streets every day."

The fat man looked confused. "How should I know if it gets tired?" Hearing Mo Han's words, the crowd burst into laughter, even Yunxiang, the girl kneeling on the ground, covered her mouth to hide her smile.

One of the subordinates leaned in and whispered to the fat man, "Master, he's turning a corner and calling you a pig."

The fat man exploded with rage. "You little brat! Insulting an Imperial official repeatedly! Even Vick won't be able to protect you now!"

The fat man snarled at his subordinates, "Take him down!"

Instantly, several figures rushed toward Mo Han. Mo Han stood still, unhurried, smiling faintly. Then came a series of thuds—peng, peng—and several figures were sent flying back, faster than they had charged in.

Standing beside Mo Han was a young swordsman, Latin.

Latin clapped his hands and announced, "If you want to harm my boss, you'll have to get past me first."

Yanshi also emerged, hefting his great axe. "And me too!"

When the fat man saw two high-level fighters appear, fear crept into his voice, especially upon seeing Yanshi's towering height of over two meters.

The fat man stammered, "What—what do you think you are doing? Are you attempting a rebellion? The crime of attacking an Imperial official is severe! Aren't you afraid of the Empire's severe punishment?" Mo Han smiled at the group and asked, "Big fellow, when did I say I was going to kill you? Did anyone hear that? How strange."

Mo Han continued smoothly, "I didn't say anything at all, nor did I name anyone. I just mentioned that there seemed to be a pig running loose on the street. You're the one who insisted on claiming it was you. How can you blame me for that?" Mo Han wore an expression of utter innocence.

"You... you..." The fat man’s eyes turned crimson with fury, his face swelling to the color of liver, yet he was utterly unable to refute the argument. Mo Han truly hadn't explicitly called him a pig from start to finish. While he knew perfectly well he was being insulted, he couldn't find a flaw in the wording.

Hearing Mo Han's defense, Dali, Anna, and the others smiled. Having long witnessed Mo Han's eloquence, they could only offer sympathy for the fat man's plight. Heh, they all knew Mo Han's tongue could drive the living to madness and make the dead speak.

The fat man spat out at Mo Han, "Fine, you just mark my words." Then, turning to his men, he ordered, "Let's go."

Mo Han called out, "Wait." He wasn't about to let him escape so easily.

Hearing Mo Han’s voice, the fat man forced down his anger and asked, "What now?" Mo Han grinned wickedly, "Heh, you're finished dealing with me, but I have a big issue to settle."

Hearing this, the fat man roared in frustration, "What issue could you possibly have? You've already gotten the better deal!"

Jumping...