Chapter 354.5

Playboy [Part 5]

"AAHHHHHHH!!! YOur hIGHneSSSS!!!"

Arthur exclaimed while holding his forehead.

"I have already said not to leave my side no matter what!!!"

Arthur bowed shortly to the aunties and ran towards the corner the prince disappeared into.

"......"

"......"

"...Wasn't that just now so cool?"

"It was dreamy!"

"He was like a real knight!"

"He will surely become a wonderful actor."

"Let's stan him together."

Even after Arthur left, the aunties continued fangirling and squealing excitedly among themselves.

♠♠♠

*bang!*

A tall and slender man was thrown into a pile of hard bricks.

" "B-Big bro!" "

The children exclaimed worriedly and started running towards the man. Seeing that, the man hurriedly shouted,

"Stupid! I've told you to stay away!"

"But Big Bro Harold, you will die!"

*Waahhh* Ignoring the man's attempt to stop them from getting close, the children desperately tried to remove the bricks that fell on the man's body with their small hands.

"Hey, we're not thinking of stealing everything either. No one's gonna find out if just a little bit is gone, 'kay?"

The man who sent Harold flying into a pile of bricks also started to look fed-up because Harold wouldn't yield, no matter how many times he beat Harold up.

"These bricks were what House Stuart purchased for the slums using Palace's tax money. I can never hand them over to you. Moreover, the Rothschild Company was the one delivering these, you know? They will notice if even one among the heaps of bricks they supplied is gone."

Last year's coup d'etat in the Royal Capital resulted in a sharp rise in prices of building materials such as bricks.

Because of that, there was no end to bunches who planned to line their pockets by stealing the building materials prepared for the slums' repair.

The Rothschild Company would usually station some guards, but there would also be sly people who took advantage of their absence like this time.

"You, what are you trying to do when you're this weak?"

Another man different from the one who sent Harold flying grinned evilly and grabbed Harold by the collar. Then, the man lifted Harold up easily with one hand until his feet left the ground, even with Harold's tall stature.

"Ugh."

" "B-Brotherrr!" "

"Handing the bricks over obediently is for your own good! Who do you think you are messing with? Just the mention of our names can even silence those crying children. We are the ruffians, THE Great Aiden & Caden, y'know?"

The man who lifted Harold up easily introduced himself with a smug and chic face.

"Huh?"

" "Huh?" "

However, Harold and the children had never heard of those names before.

Harold had basically always been shutting himself in his own house drawing, while the children had only settled in the slums recently, so they were ignorant of that kind of information.

These men seemed to be a fairly famous duo, but unfortunately, their fame hadn't spread to the shut-in painter and the Slum Kidz.

"Now that you are all battered and in miserable tears, how about starting to beg for our mercy... huh?"

"George-samaaa! Over here!"

"Woah! Big Bro is floating!"

"Ugh, you guys..."

Still being lifted by the man by the collar, Harold frowned upon seeing the two children coming. He thought he had successfully managed to let those children run away, but they returned.

Worse, they even brought George with them.

"H-Hey. You don't have to come here. Just turn around and leave! Run!"

George was much older than the children, but from Harold's perspective, he was also still a child.

Moreover, even though George was wearing clothes that blended in with the slums perfectly, he was actually the noble son of a Count.

If they let an aristocrat get injured, not only these two men before him but himself and the children could also be punished.

"Mr. Harold, are you alright? I will come to save you now!"