6kv Chapter 32 Promising Material
Chapter 32 Promising Material
The sun gradually rose into the sky, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
The sun scorched the Dalits.
Out of the corner of his eye, Vijay saw a woman named Dalit, with a dark body but a pair of hairy ears, holding a girl who seemed to be about to faint.
The girl didn't look very old. Her skin wasn't as dark as her mother's, and her normal face seemed to have fine feline fur. Her lips were now cracked and dry.
"Master!" Bim had already arrived at Vijay's side. "I brought water, rice, and bread..."
"Start a fire, cook rice," Vijay said without elaboration, "first, get the water flowing down!"
As he spoke, he naturally scooped up a ladle of water, picked up a piece of bread, and walked towards the little girl he had just seen.
Upon seeing Vijay approach, those who had remained motionless even under the direct sunlight suddenly tried to dodge. Those who couldn't squeeze through buried their heads deep in the ground, exposing their vulnerable necks, as if Vijay was more frightening than the heat of the sun.
But the mother simply didn't have the strength to dodge anymore!
As Vijay approached, the densely packed Dalits around her crowded together as if she had contracted a plague, creating a large open space around her.
Seeing what Vijay was about to do, Bim quickly spoke up: "Sir, this is against the rules!"
Vijay first lowered his head, looking at their trembling, thin bodies, unsure if they still felt fear. He gently handed them bread and water, placing them in front of them, then slowly raised his head, looking around: "Don't worry, there's everything!"
The Dalit woman looked at the bread in disbelief, then at Vijay, before quickly picking it up and taking a big bite. At the same time, she picked up a glass of water, took a sip herself, and then carefully fed it to her child, as if not afraid that the child would choke, but rather afraid that the precious drop of water would be wasted.
The people around him stared intently at the bread and water, seemingly devoid of any pity, their bodies throbbing with desire.
Vijay does not impose his kindness on any fool he dislikes.
His gaze swept around the room, his cold authority effectively suppressing any remaining tension. He turned to Bim: "Here, my rules are the only rules!"
Bim hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave in and lowered his head to continue cooking.
"I can't pretend I didn't hear that!" With the sound of armor rubbing together, it was Sada. He jogged over, completely ignoring everything around him, and stopped right in front of Vijay.
He glanced sideways at the Dalit woman and her child in front of him; it was Vijay's bread and water that had saved their lives.
He then turned to Vijay, his tone chilling: "Only the rules given by Brahma, Shiva, and Indra are true rules; the rules of the Brahmins and Kshatriyas are true rules!"
Vijay didn't directly refute him, but simply pointed to the pile of Dalits: "Sharma Mira said this is her dowry?"
"By Brahma, I have come to tell you this very thing!" Sada was visibly embarrassed, but somehow he continued, "My master said this before he came."
"If the Mittal boy marries you, then everything you brought today can be your dowry..."
"She must have taken it to heart!" As if there was some taboo, Sada didn't call out Mira's name directly.
"Hmph!" Vijay sneered, turning around. "If that's the case..."
"Please tell your master, the esteemed Lord Roshman, that I do not need all the help, and that he should take everything with him!"
"At the appropriate time, I will go to the East and bring back all the treasures to present before the Kshatriyas."
"Ha!" Sada laughed, seemingly laughing in extreme anger. "This is the second time you've refused Lord Roshman. You'll regret it sooner or later!"
"I don't regret refusing last time!"
"I, Mirta Vijay, am not a servant of the noble Kshatriya Roshman!" Vijay remained unmoved, clenching his fists and spreading them out, as if wanting to display his power to Sada.
"Very good!" Sada's smile vanished, and he coldly uttered a sentence before turning and leaving.
It seems that Sharma Mira does have some backing, and Sada is also helping her to put pressure on him, so it seems he has to give her some face.
The information Maya obtained that she was a prodigal Kshatriya should be true!
Based on what we just saw, it seems that Mira has been granted special ordination, and she still holds considerable influence with Roshman!
Logically speaking, a Kshatriya who breaks the rules should have been shunned and alienated by his peers, and they should even be driven out of the cycle of reincarnation!
But what does Mira's situation mean?
He shook his head. He didn't have enough information to make a judgment, but now he had money and a system, and all he needed was a little time!
Avoid his sharp edge? Ha!
"Master, the meal is ready!" Unbeknownst to him, Vijay had been thinking for a long time, until Bim's words reminded him and the tempting aroma of the rice brought him back to his senses.
"Distribute the food to them!" Vijay ordered, glancing at the Dalits who were already eager to get started.
Seemingly sensing their master's permission, the Dalits began to stir, especially those standing on the outer edge of the back row, who all stood up and tried to push forward.
"Hmm?" Vijay frowned, noticing something amiss.
He wasn't worried about his own safety if things got chaotic, but it was hard to say how many Dalits, who were already close to death, would die in the stampede.
Just as he was about to instruct Bim to stop them, he heard a shout from the back row.
"Stop, you idiots!"
A tall, thin Dalit stood up from the back row, waving his withered arms and roaring as he pressed down on the crowd that was on the verge of agitation.
"A kind sage will not let anyone go hungry!"
However, his attempts to dissuade him were not very effective; it was clear that the thirsty and hungry Dalit did not take him seriously.
Dalit, who had been numb in the back row, was spurred on by the collective consciousness and wanted to push forward.
"Bim!" Vijay called softly.
"Master, I'm here!" Bim didn't need Vijay to tell him anything; he had already heard and seen the commotion in the back row.
Bim drew the short spear he always carried at his waist and made his move decisively.
This was the second time Vijay had seen Bim use this move.
It was too dark to see clearly before, but now it was clear that the spear sliced through the air like lightning, fiercely grazing the withered tree-like Dalit and striking the very source of the riot.
Blood splattered everywhere, like a brown rain.
The wave was completely shattered by this spear before it could fully take shape!
That accuracy, that power!
If it's a perfectly timed sneak attack, even with my current strength, I probably wouldn't be able to escape the spear-throwing hunt!
Vijay's expression was solemn as he looked once more at his seemingly ordinary Shudra servant.
Bim, however, seemed to have merely brushed away a tiny speck of dust, his expression remaining unchanged.
"Pick a few suitable people and have them distribute the food!" Vijay gestured. "And bring that Dalit to me."
This is the first "individual" with independent consciousness that Vijay has seen among this group of apathetic Dalits, and he deserves Vijay's attention!