MILF Harem Of Legends

Chapter 64: The Blowhard

Sir Moo-Rlboro ran up to the overweight baron and, using his back two hooves, he kicked the palanquin off the shoulders of the baron’s cursed servants and into the air.

Sending him and the bed flying dozens of feet into the air, when the fat baron was finally coming back down to earth, the nearby priest had a suspicious-looking big elegant box that resembled an outhouse for nobles.

This made Sir Moo-Rlboro and Sir Cut-n-Run realize that this kind of thing must happen often.

*Bang*

The fat baron landed right inside the outhouse.

*Bang*

The door of the outhouse slammed shut, and the men carrying it ran off into the afternoon sun. All so business could resume normally.

One noble screamed out loud, "Praise the goddess for her foresight in being prepared for this daily issue."

All of the fat nobles nodded their heads in sympathetic understanding.

At this moment, seeing this scene, even the tobacco-chewing cow, Sir Moo-Rlboro, gave a moment of thanks. No one needs to see that man become a blowhole today.

Looking up to the front of the line, Sir Moo-Rlboro saw that Bishop Gary had a relaxed look on his face as if this kind of issue was a common occurrence for him.

This frightened the tobacco-eating cow, making him vow to tip people in the service industry more in the future.

They don’t deserve to have to be the ones to clean up such a mess.

Thinking the same thing as Sir Moo-Rlboro, his constant senior companion, Sir Cut-n-Run, said, "I’m thinking the same thing as you, Mike. In the future, it would be best to assign tax dodgers to latrine-cleaning duty. Perhaps then they would actively send us money rather than needing us to humiliate them."

Sir Moo-Rlboro looked at Backstab with a serious face as both of them suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ah ha ha ha!" x2

Then Mike said to Backstab with a happy tone in his voice, "Sir Cut-n-Run, we both know that not only will they still make a scene, but afterwards, we will still rob them, except now we have another way to punish them when they inevitably try to fight us."

Hearing these words suddenly made Backstab look at Bishop Gary Oldman in contemplation. There is no way that this man is going to make them use this new punishment, is he?

They both kept this thought in mind as they went up to stand in front of Bishop Gary Oldman and Priest Joe, the man who will soon be promoted for his glorious gift of ass-kissing—an essential skill for everyone’s everyday life.

Looking at Bishop Gary Oldman with a smile on his face, Sir Cut-n-Run said to him, "We are here today to collect the tax that the church owes. We have not come for a few days because Lord Fate Grimsever has just created the Grimsever Tax and Inspection Collection Department. We are here to collect the last few days’ donation taxes."

Bishop Gary looked at the giant muscle mountain in front of him, and after seeing the giant eight-foot-long sword hanging from this giant man’s back, Bishop Gary jumped in fright. Those two women from earlier already killed a bunch of his men only a few days ago.

He did not want to lose any more. Bishop Gary already had to pay their families a large sum of compensation. The higher-ups in the church were even mad that his donations the last few days have been lessened by this new tax and other unforeseen circumstances.

So, Bishop Gary wisely chose to follow the most prudent path. Forming a sneer on his face, he said to this man with a glorious beard, "Go away, we have no money to give that tyrant Fate Grimsever. If you leave now, I will not have you and your cow beaten by my new number one priest, Joe."

Bishop Gary could have given in and given the money, but why should he? Even if he was a bit afraid, this man would not dare to beat a priest for it, would he? Well, Bishop Gary was partly right.

Sir Cut-n-Run would not get violent for such a petty reason; however, he knew someone who would. freēwebnovel.com

"Oh really, so this Priest Joe had my money then."

Saying this, Sir Moo-Rlboro stood up on his two hind legs and then, towering over both Priest Joe and Bishop Gary, Sir Moo-Rlboro Mike lifted Joe up into the air with one of his hooves, and with the other, he held a suspicious-looking hard wooden stick that seemed like it had seen a lot of use over the year.

Suddenly a scream was heard as someone was hit on the butt.

*Slap*

"Ahhh"

*Slap*

"Aaahhh!"

After the second hit, money began to fall from Joe’s robes like snow falling on Christmas.

*Jingle Jingle*

Feeling excited by hitting this human beanbag on his self-righteous butt, Sir Moo-Rlboro looked at Backstab and said, "Backstab, it’s just like old times. They still line their robes with their money like they are waiting for the moment I will beat it out of them."

With a smile on his face, Sir Cut-n-Run said in a loud manly voice that made his muscle veins twitch, "Ha ha, that’s right, Mike, it’s just like old times. I do the talking, and you do the beatings."

Bishop Gary, seeing his new extremely profitable priest getting his butt spanked like some king of greedy pyramid scheme-running child, made the old man so angry he suddenly felt blood rush up his throat and fly out of both his nose and mouth.

*Splash*

One of the fat nobles cried out loud, "Oh my goddess, they made Bishop Gary spit out a mouthful of blood."

Another noble commented, "Brother, that’s nothing new. Bishop Gary spat blood yesterday when one of the nobles did not have enough money to pay for his healing. This happens every day. I often wonder how an old man like that has so much blood in his body." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

In the background, you could still hear a poor con artist receiving his punishment and a happy cow reliving his youth.

A few commoners stopped by as they ate popcorn to enjoy this show.

One of the children said to his parents, "Mom and Dad, that snack vendor who liked to wear red was right. This church really is a good place to go for some wholesome family entertainment."

The child’s parents nodded in agreement as another person in red was seen selling tickets to today’s beating of a self-righteous idiot. With a sign that promised more future shows.

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