Chapter 63: Just Beat Respect Out Of Them (part 2)
Chapter 63: Just Beat Respect Out Of Them (part 2)
"What are you doing?!"
Oliver's voice came sharp, confused—cutting through the mounting tension as he took a wide leap backward. His bare feet barely caught the dust, his eyes locked in disbelief.
Garron had just pushed forward like a mad dog, standing between Oliver and a group of advancing Centaurs. His broad frame crouched low, muscles tensed, eyes scanning the threat like a man used to sizing up death.
"Ensuring your safety, obviously. That’s what you pay me bowls of rice for, isn’t it?" Garron’s tone was dry but clipped with warning.
Oliver frowned, the confusion still plastered across his face. "But... they’re just scared slaves. I have no quarrel with them. Why would you—"
Garron’s gaze turned on him like a slap before the real one came. “What the hell were you thinking? Giving them all the potions?”
Oliver blinked. “If I have to. They mean no harm.”
And that was when it happened.
One of the Centaurs lunged with a grunt of fury, hooves thundering. Garron dropped low, dodging the blow by a hair, rolling back into a crouch. He turned sharply and took two steps toward Oliver, his face flushed with rage.
His hand cracked across Oliver’s cheek.
A resounding slap. One that stunned Oliver more for its meaning than the pain.