klisemfg Chapter 319 I can’t bear it
Chapter 319 I can’t bear it
Barbaras and Mr. Footman carefully put away the parchment. Militia Captain Seid wondered what kind of magic pen the other party had used to record the delicious food they had just eaten.
He was curious about what Rowling had written on the parchment.
Peeking inside, it looked like scribbles... Barbaras's writing was completely incomprehensible...
Looking at Rowling suspiciously, Rowling discreetly put away the magic pen and concealed his handwriting. The poet nodded and smiled at Said: "Tonight we can enjoy local delicacies and meet local gentlemen; it's sure to be a wonderful evening."
The militia captain immediately looked worried...
"My uncle won't let me attend the dinner; I have to go on patrol. Mr. Barbaras, have a good appetite! See you later."
He looked constipated and turned to walk towards the door.
As he walked, Syed clutched the gold coin the mayor had given Rowling, silently cursing everyone he disliked, especially those commoners who, despite being just miners, tailors, and blacksmiths, often ignored him.
Over time, he naturally sensed that there seemed to be something different about this group of people.
They were like people wearing human skin masks... devoid of any human warmth.
The militia captain was sometimes a little scared.
Facing a stranger, especially a stranger from out of town who had beaten him up, he seemed even more enthusiastic, particularly after receiving the gold coin. In that brief encounter, Said's attitude changed drastically; he completely transformed into a country nobleman.
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Before leaving completely, he bowed to Rowling, expressing his deep regret at not being able to attend the performance by the bard Barbaras and the Foot Men at the banquet. He hoped to have the opportunity to appreciate the poetic art from the exotic East in the future.
This immediately reminded Luo Lin that there was a performance that evening...
Performance?
I gave them silk and jewels, and Mayor Bourne actually asked me to perform for them.
Special guest...
What kind of mess is this? Who came up with this terrible idea...?
Rowling, of course, did not know that this was the clerk's suggestion. Bards had been to the lands of Lordaeron, where they usually exchanged stories for food and drink, and some played music and told heroic tales.
He was essentially a storyteller.
Who told Rolin to call himself a bard, acting all knowledgeable? The difference between a bard and a vagrant is that he earns his living with his mouth and his skills... Exchanging poetry and legends for drinks in a tavern sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?
It's basically just temporary work!
Inviting him to perform at the banquet was a great honor and special treatment; if he could attract the attention of the Kirin Tor monks, that would be even better.
Even the worst preparation is still a gimmick.
The problem is, Rowling's biggest fear is performing her talents...
Throwing tantrums, getting into fights, indulging in food, drink, and fun... these are all things Roland is naturally good at; he's born with them. Cultivating oneself, learning magic, and challenging powerful enemies require preparation and practice, and most importantly, they need recipes and books to guide him.
As for reciting poetry... or performing.
"Or, apprentice...would you like to do it?"
"No, no, no, I can't come, teacher. You should go... You are so knowledgeable, a great necromancer, fighting against Titan demons, capable of anything from heaven to earth, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography... You are the child of the stars, you are the past and the future... You are my dear teacher, under your halo I can only kneel in silent worship..."
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"Isn't that great? You have this talent! You can just spout off..."
"Where? I didn't..."
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"Wasn't that just a compliment?"
"What is a rainbow fart? What is a rainbow? A rainbow made of farts, is that magic?"
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"Alright, stop playing dumb. I'm setting an example for you! I just want you to know that if you're going to pretend, you either need to be completely convincing or mentally strong. Your pretense is always so fake... all that hesitation and dragging on, who can you fool..."
"But I don't have to perform or be a clown?"
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"Well, Lorraine, I feel like you've gone astray... You better explain yourself, who's the clown?"
"Whoever performs is... You said that a clown is someone who brings joy to people..."
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"The Joker is a saint!"
"The Joker is a working-class person..."
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"Working class?"
"What exactly does 'beating the workers' mean? Why beat up other workers? Here, workers are slaves; the overseers whip them. Teacher, were you actually in the same situation as me over there? Was your background also so tragic? No wonder you were resurrected with me..."
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The apprentice seemed to understand but not quite, and his teasing and flattering manner left Luo Lin speechless.
He really had the urge to strangle himself...
It seems that ending it all now would prevent further trouble.
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The master and apprentice loved to bicker to relieve tension, and perhaps it was the rare relaxation of these past few hours that made them talk more. Previously, the apprentice had quietly watched his master's performance. He was also worried for his master; after all, it wouldn't be easy for him to infiltrate the mayor's territory alone, facing dozens of times more enemies, and to disguise himself as a bard and merchant.
Lorraine himself had indeed worked as a merchant's assistant; his former employer and teacher treated him like a servant.
He proudly insisted that he was a magic apprentice!
The master and apprentice's private chat didn't slow down the passage of time. After the militia captain left, Rolin wandered around the kitchen alone. He couldn't understand why the other party was so comfortable letting a stranger like him wander around the kitchen.
Was this militia captain foolish or heroic?
Or was it simply carelessness and a complete lack of vigilance...?
He was hesitating whether to add more potent medicine, such as seasonings to the pot, bucket, or flour, to completely incapacitate the magicians in the area. Then, it would be his time to unleash his full power.
Actually, they could have used a simpler, more direct method: a truly lethal poison. Lorraine certainly had such a deadly agent on him. Or they could have just targeted the civilians; most of the town's inhabitants were ordinary people...
Now that it was truly his turn to make his move, he refrained from taking action.
First, he was wary of people secretly watching him. Second, he felt it wasn't the right time yet; the real big fish would only take the bait after the banquet!
Thirdly...it's hard to bear...Whether it's Lorraine or Rowling, despite their sharp tongues, they still have some soft spots in their hearts, retaining too much humanity. This is completely unlike the state one would expect of a Forsaken...
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“I’m telling you, the mayor of Bonn is very dissatisfied with the corn chowder. He said the mushrooms must be chopped into pieces, and you can’t use those gray mushrooms. You have to use black truffles. When entertaining guests, you must use the best ingredients.”
Suddenly, the cook's voice came from outside the door, followed by a large group of servants, each carrying their own utensils.
"Oh. Honorable guest, you've come to the wrong place. This is the kitchen. Please wait and rest in the mayor's drawing room. Dinner will begin in forty minutes... This way, please! I heard you need to perform first... The mayor is looking for you, Barbaras & Footman!"
When the cook noticed Rowling, he instinctively checked the ingredients and then respectfully asked Rowling to leave. Having missed his chance to add more ingredients, Rowling could only awkwardly nod and steel himself as he walked towards the mayor's hall...