Regressor's Harem Of Vengeance-Chapter 40. Baron Harvard [4].

It was strange but he could see her staring at him.

Others were currently filled with fear as they watched the young man getting his ass whipped, but right now, the Tauren girl had her eyes on the Baron.

She was standing towards the back of the crowd and was partially obscured by the people in front of her, so he couldn’t really get a good look at her.

But from what he could see, it seemed that the girl was young, and around the age of nineteen or probably twenty.

She had smooth brown hair that fell down to her shoulder, but what really caught his attention was the huge pair of horns she had on her head which looked similar to that of a Tauren.

In this village, he had never seen a Tauren, but there was no mistaking it, she was certainly a Tauren, and that meant, she was a demihuman.

However, Harvard wasn’t really bothered by the trivial little details of the young girl.

Instead, what bothered him the most was the fact that she was still watching him.

She wasn’t even trying to suppress her anger or fear like everyone else, even though they were unsuccessful at it. Instead she was simply watching him with an open and undisguised look of contempt on her face.

It was such an unexpected expression in the current situation that Harvard had to actually look at her even more closely.

Normally, he’d rarely be bothered by any individual in a village. But the young girl was currently irritating him by the second, and so he glared at her in return, hoping she would back down timidly.

But Mira held his gaze without flinching and for the first time since he stepped into the village, Harvard couldn’t help but feel discomfort from her gaze alone.

He swiftly turned away and continued with the collection. He ordered his captain to speed things up, and the captain did as he commanded.

After twenty minutes of collecting several more taxes, the captain finally got to the last name on the ledger.

"Next is the Ashgard Household. Please come forward, Helen Ashgard." The captain called out the name of the current head of the household which happened to be Helen.

Harvard’s gaze lingered on the woman who stepped out of the crowd and he watched as Helen held herself straight despite the fact that her eyes were currently reflecting the fear she felt within her.

"My Lord." Helen said carefully as she approached the Baron and his captain. "Please, we do not have fifty gold coins. My husband passed away not too long ago and my son was recently summoned by the cathedral to join the elite warrior’s party, so it has been just me and my children, managing the farm. I can only offer you twenty gold coins and that’s everything we have. Please."

"Fifty gold coins is what I asked for." Harvard said flatly.

"I don’t have fifty coins, my Lord. I have twenty and that is all we own in this world."

The captain looked at Harvard, feeling a little bit of sympathy for the woman in front of him. But ultimately he was waiting for Harvard’s command.

Meanwhile, Harvard said nothing.

He simply looked at Helen with the same indifferent expression he had been using to look at everyone else before her.

But just as he was about to give his command that most likely involved her being whipped, Harvard suddenly noticed the Tauren girl moving through the crowd.

She pushed through the people standing between her and Helen, then she stepped forward, before standing beside Helen while facing Harvard directly.

Up close, Harvard could see that she was a bit younger than he had estimated her to be.

’She should be nineteen at most, rather than twenty.’ He pondered.

But now that she was closer, Harvard could also see the contempt in her expression better than before.

Most people standing where she was would have looked at Harvard with fear.

At the bare minimum, they would have stared at him with cautioned deference.

Instead, Mira was looking at him like he was something she had scraped off her boot.

’Wouldn’t that mean I’m basically poop in her eyes?’ He suddenly realized as he stared back at Mira.

’So she’s telling me, she sees me as nothing more than a fecal matter? How insolent!!’ Harvard uttered in his thoughts as his brows furrowed with rage.

But since Mira couldn’t read his mind, she didn’t know what the fat Baron was saying in his head. Then she opened her mouth to speak. "We have given you everything we have. Twenty gold is all we have so please, take it and leave us alone."

The crowd behind her whispered in hushed voices at how brazen the young girl had been in front of the fat Baron but Harvard wasn’t worried about this.

Right now, his focus was completely on Mira and he studied her for a long moment before ordering his captain. "Take them both." His command was simple and direct. Both ladies were going to be whipped in public as a way to teach them a lesson.

Meanwhile, the captain swiftly instructed four of his guards to carry out the Baron’s command but what happened next was really fast and it shocked everyone in the village square.

Noticing that the guards were moving close to Helen, Mira moved before the guards could get to her.

She stepped in front of Helen and caught the first guard’s outstretched arm before using his shocked state against him, then she sent him stumbling into the second guard.

Meanwhile, the third guard lunged forward and she stepped to her right before driving her elbow straight into his jaw.

A cracking sound echoed loudly in the silent village square as the third guard dropped to his knees with a look of surprise and utter agony.

"Ahhh... my jawr... ywu bruoke mai fracking jawr!!" Incoherent words spat out of his mouth as blood gushed out as well.

However, everyone remained quiet with a look of surprise on their eyes as they watched Mira standing there with three guards down and her chin raised high while breathing heavily.

Mira was a demihuman, so naturally her base strength was way higher than most humans.

But since all of Baron Harvard’s men were unawakened fighters, this meant that Mira was innately stronger than each of them individually, as were most demihumans in the world, depending on their race.