The Apostle

Chapter 2: Identity Determines the Gap

Without turning around, Chen Yue could sketch the young girl's delicate face in his mind.

A moon white tight-fitting dress sketched out the young girl's delicate and elegant body, and the medium-length brocade trousers could not completely cover her slender legs, revealing her snow-white calves and a pair of crystal-clear jade feet, which, together with the long hair casually gathered up, showed the young girl's cuteness and liveliness to the fullest.

From all angles, she looked like an exceptionally beautiful and lively young girl.

The only difference was that the girl was struggling to carry a steaming casserole in her hands, and was walking towards her in a fog, her face red with the heat, making her look so cute that you wanted to bite it.

Seeing the young girl's strained appearance, Chen Yue's heart warmed.

Since he had been practising the "Nourishing Life Technique", he had been consuming a lot of physical strength every day, and his food intake had increased to a dizzying level. The dry food he had brought with him was simply not enough, and if it wasn't for this little girl, who came over to see him from time to time with some food and chatted and talked with him, he didn't know how he would have managed to keep going.

Most of the people in this caravan treated him as if he was nothing, and I'm afraid this little girl was the best to him.

Unlike a casual member like him, the young girl was a member of the caravan and had been running around with her chamber steward father since she was a child. Everyone liked this lively and lovely girl, and by extension, she was friendly to Chen Yue.

When she saw Chen Yue turn back, a sweet smile appeared on the young girl's face and she immediately quickened her pace. As she passed a flashy tent, a young man dressed as a magician walked out from inside.

The young girl was startled and her hand shook, almost knocking over the casserole, a few stains of soup flying out and landing on her wrist, and a painful look came over her face.

The young magician looked to be in his twenties and was quite handsome, but with an arrogant expression that made people retreat.

No one did not know him. In this merchant caravan, the young magician Gamor was the emperor on high, even the merchant's president was no match for him, and no one dared to disobey him.

At the sight of the frightened young girl, Gamor had already frowned, but when he saw the young girl's delicate face, his face was instantly changed into a kind and loving smile.

He reached out his hand to grab the girl's burned wrist and apologised, "I'm so sorry, I didn't notice anyone outside the tent, Miss Ling Yue'er, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Ling Yue'er took a few steps back, avoiding Gamor's claws, and her face was already white.

"Oh, better let me take a look." Laughing unconcernedly, Jamaal still tried to grab the young girl's hand, however, there was a sudden blackness in front of his eyes as a figure crossed over him and blocked his arm to the side.

Taking the heavy casserole in Ling Yue'er's hand in one hand, Chen Yue pulled the young girl's arm to his eyes without question, only to see a small red patch on the snow-white skin was burned, his brows could not help but frown slightly, a little heartbroken.

"Why don't you be more careful."

Softly chiding, Chen Yue then harvested a few breaths on the burn and gently rubbed it with his fingers.

Ling Yue'er's face flushed red and resisted slightly, but when she saw that Chen Yue was very resolute, her heart softened and she let him do his bidding, but her pretty face was as hot as if it was on fire. The girl could not help but giggle when Chen Yue exhaled some hot air onto her arm, tickling and tingling.

On the side, Gamal's face turned gloomy.

When he saw Ling Yue'er being grabbed by Chen Yue's arm without avoiding suspicion, and the two of them acting intimately and as if no one was watching, an evil fire immediately burned inside Gamor.

Taking a step forward, his eyes fell down in a condescending manner.

"Who are you, I'm talking to Miss Ling Yue'er, what are you interfering for?" Gamor resumed his arrogance and looked at Chen Yue with a face of disdain, "Be a man, know the gap, in my eyes, you're just a waste."

The difference in status pulled apart the distance between people.

In this otherworldly continent where strength was paramount, slaves were the lowest status group of people, completely devoid of human rights, followed by the huge number of commoners, and further up, the scarce number of fighters and magicians, enjoying the status of a privileged class. Since wizards are even rarer than fighters, their status is even more prestigious.

It is no exaggeration to say that if a commoner and a privileged person were to come to blows, the privileged person could kill the commoner without a judicial decision.

It was because of his noble status that Gamor was so arrogant, that he treated Ling Yue'er so frivolously, and that he spoke to Chen Yue with such contempt.

In his eyes, Chen Yue was just a commoner who could not be more ordinary, and he could vent his anger without any fear of the other party's backlash.

With a slight tremor in his fingertips, Chen Yue's gentle movements suddenly stopped and he pressed a little harder on the burns, but Ling Yue'er did not feel any pain, and worry was written all over her pretty face.

Slowly raising his head, Chen Yue's handsome face was filled with a chill, and looking at Gamor's smug face, he said word by word: "Is a magician very impressive?"

Gamor looked stunned, seeing Chen Yue's somewhat fierce face, he was stunned and somewhat speechless, he did not expect Chen Yue's reaction to be so strong, and was just about to retort, when Chen Yue had already roared in anger.

"What's wrong with a magician? A magician can insult people with impunity, a magician can trample on people at will without regard for each other's dignity? Ask yourself what you've done compared to what you've enjoyed. You eat the best, you wear the best, you live in the best tents, every day you stop the caravan when you want, you leave the caravan when you want, everyone revolves around you, and you, what have you done, do you think you are entitled to this treatment?"

Intimidated by Gamor's position, no one dared to gather around, but hearing these words from Chen Yue, almost everyone showed a heartfelt look of discontent towards Gamor, all of them, but strangely enough, no one dared to raise it.

Gamor's face became increasingly ugly, and in the end it was simply gloomy to the extreme.

"Good, good." After saying two good words in a row, Gamor surprisingly did not retort, and simply burrowed into the tent with a black face.

His perversity steeply clouded Chen Yue's heart.

"Aiya, brother Chen Yue, you've gotten into trouble." Ling Yue'er's small face was filled with worry and fear as she pulled Chen Yue towards his tent, her slender fingers trembling gently, displaying her worries clearly to Chen Yue.

On the way, many people gave Chen Yue a quiet thumbs up, but more people showed a worried look and looked at Chen Yue with a lot of blame, as if Chen Yue had done something terribly wrong.

"What the hell is going on, is there a trick in there that I haven't figured out." After venting his anger, the strange behaviour of the crowd caused Chen Yue to ponder.

As his eyes inadvertently swept past Gamor's tent, Chen Yue saw a short, fat man not far away running over with a sweaty head, his face covered in unstoppable hot sweat in the early morning, and his sharp eyesight after the breakthrough even made Chen Yue notice that this short, fat man's pair of fat thighs were actually trembling slightly.

Under Chen Yue's gaze, the short fat man entered Gamor's tent.

This short, fat man was none other than the president of the Chamber of Commerce.

Chen Yue's two eyebrows, without thinking, were furrowed together.