Hey, King!

2021-09-02

Chapter 232 Chapter 232 Always Regret
"Bard Master - Nassim Bond, Who Can you think of it?"

Dagon opened the door and greeted his former travel companion with a smile. He searched his stomach and prepared some welcome words, hoping to be as worthy of the status of "Master" as possible. But Nasim didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He first glanced left and right, and then forced his way into the room from Dagon's side with a swoosh.

"Come in, come in! Close the door!" Nassim's voice sounded nervous.

Dagon glanced outside, releasing a sense of dragon. He couldn't use the dragon sense to cover the place that was too far away, but invisible creatures within a few dozen meters could not escape his sense. "What's wrong with you? Wanted again?" Dagon asked, closing the door and entering the house.

"The elves are so passionate, I'm avoiding them." Nassim took off his hood, revealing a complexion pale, almost bloodless face. "Do you have anything to eat here? I've been hungry for days."

"It feels like you've become a Master, but you don't look as good as the golden dog caravan." Dagon walked towards the stove, There is also boiled dragon meat soup. Originally, this was to be eaten with dinner in the cafeteria, but seeing Nassim in this state, he didn't need to pay too much attention.

"Eat slowly, I always have a stock of food here." Dagon brought a whole pot straight to him, then brought him utensils and some shelf-stable food from the cupboard. "Cheese, bacon and ham, I still have some thick ale here. Don't worry, wipe your saliva first, what's the matter with you?"

"Too many people are trying to drag me because of my fame. Going to perform for them, I'm so tired that my back hurts - the elves are too enthusiastic." Nasim waved his hand and said, "Dagon, let me have something to eat first, shall we talk later?"

Being a The bard, who was always in and out of the court, and very knowledgeable about etiquette, just grabbed food with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, he must be starving. Dagon thought for a while, and to be on the safe side, he decided to boil a pot of water, then toss the halfling pastry in it and boil it into a hot pot of sweet porridge. Looking at the current situation, there may not be enough food on the table.

"This is so delicious..." Nasim said vaguely, pointing to the stewed dragon meat. Dagon laughed without saying a word, and while preparing the meal, he listened to Nasim's snoring while eating and drinking soup. After a while, he went outside the door, and then used his dragon sense to scout the surroundings, but there was still no tracker.

After the first meal, Nassim's belly had taken the shape of a soup pot. Although he was still hungry and the food continued to smell around him, Dagon wouldn't let him eat it. "Wait at least four hours. During this time, you will sit here and let your body absorb it slowly. I don't want you to be held to death, and then I will be responsible for collecting your body."

"It's still you. Be kinder and know how to take care of others - Shiroai likes you for no reason." Nassim's eyes glanced at the soup pot from time to time, but he knew that he had no chance of knocking down Dagon and grabbing the soup pot, so he sighed and said, "A false name hurts. Man!"

"What's the matter with you?" Dagon sat down, clutching his beard with one hand as he asked, stroking slowly.

“Being famous, involuntarily.” Nassim spread out both hands, said: “Every winter, the elves are keen to hold various dances, songs and celebrations, and it is the bard who is famous It’s the best time of the year. I came with my works prepared, and the result was so smooth that it can be said to be skyrocketing without a foundation.”

“Several families of elves are competing with each other, and wherever I go to perform, I will become a A benchmark for comparison. Although every family will praise me and my reputation will continue to grow, I will also be a victim of their open strife and veiled struggle. If one family supports me, there will be five or six families to deal with me. I've escaped many assassinations..."

"What did they kill you for? Did you hear something again that you shouldn't?"

"Aiya, you Why do I always feel that I must have made a mistake? No! Absolutely not!" Nasim said: "I am not an elf, but a Master. If I am killed during a performance at a certain house, it means that this house even protects important guests. No, it means that their family is in decline. I can't help the stupid game of elves. If you don't want to die, you can only find a place where death will not affect any elves family. So I came to you."

"Uh... If you want to avoid being implicated by cutting off the implication, is there any difference between me and a random hotel in Myniris?"

"You It's free here," Nassim said shamelessly.

"Sleep is free, and you pay for your meals. You are not a student. I can buy you a meal as a student, and you will pay for it." Dagon said, "How long are you going to hide?"

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"Until Spirit King held a birthday party, I went there to perform. After that, I have no activities in Myris, I will leave here immediately, and then..." Nassim changed his words and said: "Dagon, can I owe the money for the food first?"

"If you really have no money now, you can owe it. But I heard that your performance is very popular, so you should earn a lot. ?"

"I can't get my money out for the time being." Nasim said, "Only you know what I came here for. Those elves thought I was retreating in a certain house to prepare new works. I don't know now. It's convenient to get my money..."

"It feels like you sneaked out by doing something bad." Dagon tugged at his beard, then raised his hand, facing Nassim, and said: "Don't tell me what you did, I don't know. As long as you're not officially wanted, you can stay here. The bed is over there, for you."

Naxi Tom sticks one's head around to look for Dagon's dormitory and asks, "Just one bed? Where do you sleep? As long as I can get close to the fireplace, I'll sleep on the floor."

"You When I don’t sleep, I have a bed to sleep in. There are twenty-four hours a day. You can’t stay in bed all the time, can you?” Dagon said: “Before school starts, I will mainly study and exercise in the basement. You can use the upper floor. Just don't break things. By the way, can you practice singing? As soon as you sing, the next door can hear you, and your position is exposed."

"I just hum a little. I need to prepare a show for Spirit King, it won't affect you." Nassim touched his chubby belly and said, "Oh, it will be fine after waiting for a while. If you continued to eat just now, you might die. Dagon , have you been in touch with Shi Luoai recently?"

"I just followed her to the Northland, and she's gone home now, do you have anything to do with her?"

"You went to the Northland? Wow, isn't the Ascension Plan particularly spectacular?"

Dagon was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and asked, "What is the Ascension Plan?"

"Oh, you don't know the name of the plan, it seems that Shiroai didn't tell you - you have to be careful, she's not so sincere to you, don't be sad in the end." Nassim said to himself: "Master Spell What they do is mysterious and secretive. If you don't understand their incantation, they don't bother to explain it to you, especially the elves. In fact, I am It was unlucky again, and it was also related to the Ascension Plan. "

"How can you always be involved in all kinds of relationships? Dagon rubbed his face vigorously, he was completely convinced by Nassim's "connection" ability.

"The Ascension Project has recruited almost all mages, priests, and alchemists, most of them are smart people, and they are also members of every family." mainstay. Take Shiloh, for example, she's capable and proven, so she doesn't need to do some tricks to prove herself over and over again. These people are not there, and the elves who stay behind prefer to play tricks, that is, some secret methods. I didn't think about that and ended up being dragged into the vortex of family feuds - now you get the idea? "

"I think you are so unlucky because you listen too much." For example, the Ascension Plan..." Dagon thought for a while, Shiloai seemed to know nothing about the Ascension Plan, so these four words were not in the category that Nassim should hear. "I have to ask first: you all know what? Wouldn't there be spies suddenly coming in, like the figurines or the spirits of Treebeard sneaking in and killing me together? I don't want you on the surface, but if you secretly attack... let alone protect you, I can't even protect myself. "

"It shouldn't be..." Nassim thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "If the elf wants to kill me, I'm also impossible to walk in front of you, so no one should know." my question. Well, don't worry, it won't implicate you. But...if there is a problem, are you driving me away now? "

"I won't drive you away, just stay." "Dagon said: "Upstairs is yours, I am downstairs, if you are in danger, don't forget to shout for help. If you have a chance to call it out, I will definitely try to save you. "

Nassim hehe smiled, nodded: "Your arrangement is very sincere, neither perfunctory nor deceitful, I am relieved. In fact, you have followed Shiloai to see the ascension plan, and I will definitely be fine with you. How is it, have you seen it all? A whole mountain range was cut off in the middle, flew up and then buckled upside down. That scene must be very shocking, right? "

Dagon shook his head and said, "I didn't see that, just experienced snow storms and earthquakes in the North." "

"Oh, then you should be on the periphery." Nassim straightened his hair and said, "Ai, I really regret missing a good opportunity now. Originally, I could watch the Ascension Project with Nader van der Hearn, the Prime Minister of Elven politics, just by joining his camp service team, and they also recruit bards. It's just that I thought it would be more comfortable to live in Myris, and the warm Elf lady needed me more than the serious Prime Minister, so I stayed. If I can see the Ascension Project, I will definitely be shocked, the inspiration will be continuous, maybe newer, better and more great poems will be created. "

"I think if you go, you may not see anything, but you will still talk about regrets, thinking about the comfortable bed of Myris and the warm female elf." "

"You really know me." Nassim nodded hard, admitting: "I'll definitely regret that." ”

(end of this chapter)