Even though he had reacted immediately, he still sprayed a mist of blood and flew out with a mouthful of broken teeth under the sweep of the Weapon Enlargement Technique—a technique David himself had nearly fallen victim to before—flattening the Barbarians behind him like a row of toppling bowling pins.
This was already Nifadora showing restraint, not adding Sharp Fang as she had initially.
"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty! My child is still young and ignorant."
"Half! We are willing to pay half of the treasure!"
"King Jarl!" The other tribal Jarls were immediately restless, but as soon as they tried to speak, they were stopped by a gesture from King Jarl.
This King Jarl was indeed a character, choosing not to check on his son's injuries like a typical father would have done first, but instead immediately trying to defuse the main conflict and salvage the deal.
A cruel and furious smile appeared on David's lips.
"This is the first warning, and the last.
