So, a lot of onlookers began to mock the man and the beautiful woman in hushed tones.
"Look, here come two more nouveau riche..."
"Oh my god, did you hear their heavy accent? It's just hilarious..."
"By the Mother Goddess, how is he tying his neckerchief? Is he imitating the napkin my grandma ties for her pet?"
"Hahahaha..."
The ridicule from the onlookers was like a series of cold, sharp swords mercilessly piercing their hearts.
The beautiful woman was the first to be unable to accept such a situation, hiding her face behind the man.
The man's face turned from blue to purple, veins bulging on his face.
The fact proved true.
The more a person lacks something, the more they like to flaunt it.
As wealthy merchants who just settled on Ozuric Island, facing the unfamiliar yet luxurious and elegant Royal City, they were desperate to satisfy their inner vanity to prove that they were no different from the native Royal City residents, to fit in.
So they unconsciously wanted to gain that superior feeling by ridiculing outsiders.
However, they failed miserably.
Who would have known that the group of people across, who seemed like bumpkins, actually knew the way Royal City nobles tie their neckerchiefs, and he happened to lack this knowledge.
The thing they valued most getting utterly crushed, the man couldn't help but break down at the scene.
And it happened on the busy street, amidst the crowd, under the gaze of Royal City residents, a total breakdown.
"... Damn you all!"
The man suddenly shouted, sounding a bit hoarse.
"You country folks! Bumpkins! Hillbillies! What the hell do you know about etiquette! What do you know about humility! Pretending to be something! You filthy ****!"
"Ah!"
He ripped off his hat and threw it heavily to the ground, starting to go berserk.
Pointing at Rogel's group, he began calling them out.
"That demi-human! Neither human nor ghost!"
"That man, all disgusting muscles, looking like some laborer!"
"That woman! So what if she's good-looking? How good can she be mingling with these bumpkins!"
"And the most disgusting is you! Pretending to be something! Bringing a bunch of neither human nor ghost things and posing as a captain, what, who do you think you are?"
"And you! You cripple, riding a wheelchair onto the island, truly a joke..."
Bang—
The man was calling them out in a frenzy, but when he pointed at Mira, Yas's previously calm gaze suddenly turned cold.
He was expressionless, yet his body moved like a shadow, muscles knotted, veins bulging, and without warning, he swung a terrifying punch at the man!
If that punch landed, the man's skull probably wouldn't have a piece intact.
But at that moment, Rogel intervened, stepping in front of Yas and raised his hand to catch the punch.
Instantly, a strong wind blasted outwards with Rogel and Yas at the center.
The airflow caused the surrounding onlookers to scream, squint their eyes, and hold their skirts.
"Yas!"
Mira saw this and felt something was wrong.
But as the wind dissipated and everyone saw the situation, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yas, calm down."
Rogel said in a low voice.
Although he also wanted that foul-mouthed man's head to relocate, this was the Royal City, the place with the strictest order among the Five Major Seas, and the Mother Goddess Church was rooted here.
If a life was lost, they would surely quickly get themselves a lot of trouble.
Seeing Rogel, Yas's burst of anger also quickly subsided, realizing the inappropriateness of his actions.
"Sorry, captain."
"Ah—"
The beautiful woman behind the man screamed in fright, covering her face, she pushed through the crowd in panic and stumbled away.
The man, however, was so shocked by that powerful gust of wind that his face turned colorless, his body devoid of all strength, standing there stunned.
The onlookers were equally shocked.
"My gosh, what kind of speed is that? Are they all fighters?"
"I feel like that punch would definitely have taken a life!"
"Too terrifying!"
Rogel silently withdrew his slightly sore arm.
When he saw that guy starting to call them out, he sensed something was off.
If you insulted Yas, he might not even bother glancing.
But if you insult his sister...
Well then. Luckily, that guy mentioned Mira last, which Rogel was prepared for.
However, even catching Yas's punch was no easy task for Rogel.
He shook his hand, then gave the man a sharp slap on the face.
Slap—
The slap was crisp yet heavy, making the man scream and fall to the ground, spitting out blood mixed with broken teeth.
Subsequently, Rogel pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hand.
"I told you, we will retaliate."
"As for whether this is the last time, that depends on you."
He looked calmly into the man's eyes.
"You... you..."
The man now heard a constant buzzing in his ears and his vision blurred, but he clearly heard Rogel's words.
Finishing his words, he looked towards the onlookers, showing a hint of apology: "Sorry, that was inappropriate."
"Young man, well done!"
"Brats like that without manners need a good lesson!"
"Give him another two slaps! Make him remember for the future!"
Seeing this, some onlookers began to express their approval. There were also some joining in the fun.
After all, one who insults others for their physical defects cannot stand on moral grounds.
"Let's go."
Rogel didn't interact with the onlookers, but turned and called for his crew to leave quickly.