yasinovel Chapter 57 Caste Oppression
Chapter 57 Caste Oppression
Although the Kshatriya in front of him was arrogant and domineering, acting as if he were the only one who mattered in the world, Vijay saw through him and realized that this guy was nothing but a cowardly fool.
Although Vijay had not actually met many high-ranking Kshatriyas, Roshman, a true military aristocrat, was dignified yet measured, and possessed a calm and composed demeanor.
Even the young city lord of Mohenjo, though young, was humble, polite, and had a broad mind.
I've never seen a Kshatriya like the one before me, who only knows how to put on airs because of his status, and who shouts for violence at the slightest provocation, showing no regard for dignity whatsoever.
Actually, upon closer reflection, it's not surprising at all.
How much insight and how deep is the cunning of someone who dares to drive recklessly in the heart of the holy city, like Corona Square, allowing their guards to ram into passersby and flaunt their power?
He was simply used to running rampant in the city because of his ancestral bloodline. No one ever dared to disobey him. Over time, he really came to believe that he could kill or take lives at will and act lawlessly.
Vijay gave a cold laugh to himself.
He didn't attack again, but instead continued to lower his stance, repeatedly pleading for mercy while bending down and bowing to pick up the gold coins that had been knocked to the ground by the other party.
The gold coins were covered in dust, but he didn't care. After collecting a handful, he carefully presented them to the Kshatriya with both hands, his posture extremely humble.
He was giving the other party a final way out.
But that foolish Kshatriya was completely blinded by rage, feeling that he had been humiliated like never before, and he couldn't listen to anything anyone said.
Seeing Vijay hand over the gold coins again, he felt even more insulted. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Vijay's hand holding the gold coins hard across the face.
"Whoosh!" A handful of glittering gold coins were instantly sent flying into the air, scattering everywhere.
The rays of the setting sun reflected off the golden glazed dome of the Temple of the Sun, falling on the fluttering gold coins and instantly refracting into millions of dazzling rays of light.
"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"
A harsh shout rang out.
The crowd of onlookers was forcibly pushed aside, and a squad of well-equipped city guards stormed in, breaking through the crowd and firmly surrounding the entire scene of the conflict.
The rain of gold coins raining down on them struck their hard armor with a crisp, resounding clang.
These soldiers had never seen money being scattered everywhere before. Their eyes were involuntarily drawn to the rolling gold coins, and their originally neat and orderly formation became slightly disordered at that moment.
Vijay stood still, his gaze calmly sweeping over the newly arrived city guards.
He made his judgment at a glance.
This group of people seemed completely different from the two useless samurai who were with that Kshatriya earlier.
They stood tall and straight, with sharp eyes, gleaming armor, and weapons hanging neatly at their waists. Every move they made exuded the discipline of a regular military officer, clearly indicating that they were elite city defenders who had undergone rigorous training.
Especially the leader, who stood at the very front wearing a helmet decorated with red wheat ears, was tall and had a calm demeanor. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and just by standing there, he exuded a sense of oppression from someone who had been through many battles.
Vijay secretly assessed that this person's strength should be on the same level as Vilandra's, a true warrior!
The appearance of the city guards made the six guards who had just been knocked to the ground by Vijay and were groaning in pain instantly feel like they had seen a savior. They struggled to get up and kept crying out for help.
The arrogant Kshatriya trembled with excitement, as if he had found his greatest backer. He immediately pointed at Vijay and screamed hysterically, "Quick! Kill them all! Leave no one alive! This lowly commoner dared to attack a Kshatriya; he deserves to be torn to pieces!"
To his surprise, the city guard captain did not act immediately upon receiving the order, unlike his men.
The captain, wearing a helmet with red tassels, merely frowned coldly, first raising his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to remain on guard, then calmly scanning the scene.
He saw two Shudra servants kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.
I saw Vijay standing there, looking calm but with a hint of helplessness.
I saw the magnificent sedan chair overturned to the side.
I saw a mess on the ground and scattered gold coins.
Finally, his gaze fell on the guard who was lying on the ground, twisted and groaning in pain.
With just a quick glance, this experienced captain could already guess eight or nine out of ten what had happened on the scene.
However, reason is reason, and rules are rules.
After all, the other party was a Kshatriya nobleman from this city, and as the captain of the city's defenses, he could not completely ignore their orders.
After a moment's hesitation, the captain stepped forward and walked straight up to Vijay, his voice low and serious:
"Who are you? Where do you come from? How dare you lay a hand on people in Suryapuri, violate the law, and challenge the dignity of the Kshatriyas?"
Vijay took a deep breath, preparing to explain.
Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the crowd: "We come from Harappa, a city in the south, and are a caravan entrusted by the Brahmins and Kshatriyas of Harappa to carry out an important mission!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the city guard captain's eyes flickered.
Vijay also turned to look at the same time.
The crowd parted, and Vilandra, fully armored and with a stern expression, walked at the front, followed closely by Sada and the old servant Bim.
It's clear that Bim immediately sought out Vilandra, his strongest fighter.
The city guard captain and Vilandra's eyes met briefly in mid-air.
Both men were from regular military backgrounds and carried the unique aura and mark of soldiers. With just a glance, they had already confirmed and recognized each other's identities.
The captain immediately realized that the caravan in front of him was not an ordinary merchant group; it was indeed backed by the city-state's high-ranking officials.
But his expression remained serious as he said in a deep voice, "Even with the mandate from the Brahmins and Kshatriyas of your city, it doesn't mean you can disrupt order within this city!"
"Brahma above, this is not allowed."
Vilandra glanced at the entire room without making a sound.
Seeing that the Kshatriya was disheveled but unharmed, he felt a great sense of relief.
As long as everyone is safe, everything is negotiable.
He gave a subtle wink, and Sada immediately stepped forward and pulled the two terrified Shudra servants to a safe place.
Vilandra then walked over to Vijay and stood beside him, saying in a deep voice to the city guard captain, "We are willing to sincerely repent for the offense and chaos caused."
"May Brahma bear witness that we will pay sufficient gold coins and precious treasures as atonement and compensation, hoping to settle this matter!"
Although these words were an admission of weakness, the tone was neither humble nor arrogant, just like Vijay's previous handling of the situation.
"We can't let them get away! Absolutely not!"
Only the unassuming Kshatriya remained, still enraged behind them, pointing at Vijay with a ferocious expression, spitting as he shouted, "He has offended the dignity of the Kshatriyas! According to the Laws of Manu, he must be executed!"