Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 215 The Giant Touches the Top of His Head, Shaves His Head and Becomes a Bald Monk

"Have you said enough? If you keep going, you'll expose everything we have!"

A thunderous sound rang out, startling Zhang Yuan from his reverie. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw none other than the big shot Kouhu.
Despite saying that, Ke Kehu's face didn't show much anger. Instead, he patted his junior with a smile and told him to step back.

After speaking with Garas for a while, the giant leader reached out and took the still unconscious female elf from her arms, then looked at the Canaanites:
“Every friend’s arrival is worth celebrating, and every precious victory is worth remembering. The banquet venue is on the top of the city tower. I will take you up there.”

After saying that, he pointed to the ground beneath everyone's feet, and white steam billowed out, creating a swirling cloud of smoke, as if they had suddenly entered a fairyland, or as if too much dry ice had been put on the stage.

Suddenly, the Canaanites felt a lightness in their bodies, as if something was lifting them up. Looking down, they saw white mist condensing and piling up into clouds. In the blink of an eye, a huge, thick white cloud appeared below them, lifting them straight up and floating away.

For the first time in their lives, it was truly an eye-opening experience. The people standing on the clouds were extremely excited. Although they dared not jump around or do anything big, their curiosity led them to repeatedly stomp and squeeze the clouds with their feet, feeling the softness and elasticity from the soles of their feet, and they had a great time.

Master Zhang was no exception. Standing on the cloud, his thoughts were even more divergent and varied than his teammates'. He had all sorts of ideas, such as riding the clouds and somersaulting on the cloud, popping into his head. For a moment, his mind was wandering and all sorts of thoughts were like moss after the rain, impossible to stop.

The clouds drifted straight up until they were level with the top of the main city tower before stopping.

Knowing they had reached their destination, the group reluctantly descended from the clouds and went to the rooftop. Some of the cunning fellows, like Nancy and Lawrence, secretly used daggers to cut small pieces of cloud from the sky, proving that thieves never leave empty-handed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, to celebrate this victory, we have prepared a sumptuous feast and a lively party. I am sure you will enjoy it all."

A cloud giant stepped forward; who else could it be but Sazar-de?

"Hehe, riding on a cloud feels great, doesn't it? This is a natural ability that every cloud giant possesses." The young giant's face was filled with pride.

While everyone was envious, they were also a little puzzled. Kegan asked directly, "Do you usually go upstairs like this? I didn't see your cloud earlier?"

Sazar-De laughed: "How could that be? Talent isn't something you squander like that. We usually take the stairs."

"However, our steps were a bit too much for you, so we carried you up on clouds." As he spoke, the giant gestured with his hand to show the height difference between himself and the others.

Then everyone remembered the steps they had climbed to the high platform of the city tower. Each step was almost as tall as a person. Fortunately, there was a slope on the side to climb up, otherwise climbing stairs would have turned into rock climbing in no time.

Kagan shrugged dismissively. After all, everyone is a dwarf in front of a giant, so this is fair.

The top of the city gate tower is very open, and it doesn't look like a rooftop at all, but more like a square. At sunset, the last rays of the setting sun reflected the evening glow and turned the white jade-like rooftop into a golden red.

The banquet venue was not yet fully set up, and several cloud giants were busy arranging tables and chairs and setting out various tableware.

The furniture used by the giant was of extraordinary quality. Take the chair, for example; you could easily mistake it for a small pavilion. And the table looked strangely familiar to Zhang Yuan.

Upon closer inspection, it dawned on them that this was exactly what the train platform looked like in their previous life. Just as everyone was watching the spectacle, a cloud giant with hair and a forehead like a seasoned programmer walked over, said a few words to Sazard, and then turned to look at the Canaan group, only to find that everyone was staring straight at him.

Some of the bewildered giants scratched their shiny foreheads in a silly manner, an action that almost made everyone burst out laughing.

I've seen giants before, but this bald guy still has a comedic effect.

“Barberton said there was a small problem with the banquet preparations,” Sazard explained. “When they were preparing the tableware for you, they realized they couldn’t find anything that fit your body types.”

Upon hearing this, Barberton felt even more embarrassed and squatted down to the short people in front of him, saying, "I'm really sorry, but we can't find suitable tableware right now. Mages generally don't memorize shrinking spells. I wonder if you have any suitable items?"

Zhang, who was carrying a lot of supplies, readily agreed and immediately took out a complete set of tableware, enough for ten people, from his storage bag and placed it all on the other party's outstretched palm, which was like a small platform.

Barberton was carefully, with the same concentration he would use to trim the feet of an ant, putting each item into a small wooden box when he suddenly heard a voice: "Lord Barberton, are you a monk?"

Zhang Yuan's question was not casual. The fact that the other party had a bald head was one reason, and another was the other party's clothing. All the other cloud giants wore gorgeous clothes, draped in shimmering satin, and were keen to adorn themselves with silver ornaments, gemstones, and aquamarine. Whether it was Suokouhu, Sazard, or the cloud giants he saw on the road, none of them were exceptions.

But the person in front of me? He was wearing only a plain white robe, very neat and simple, without any ornaments.

Furthermore, as a practitioner of the Sword Saint's Dao of Qi, he also has a subtle, unseen sense that forms the basis for his judgments.

Barberton was taken aback when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the flow of energy within the young human dressed as a mage at the front was quite different from what he usually practiced.

His face lit up with joy: "The flow of Qi! You're a martial monk too? A monk who also works as a martial monk?"

This rhetorical question undoubtedly confirmed Zhang Yuan's previous guess, so he smiled and said, "No, I am a Sword Saint, a fellow practitioner of the Way of Qi."

Although somewhat disappointed, Barberton was still pleasantly surprised and sat down on the ground, wanting to have a good chat, but was pulled up by his companion.

"Can we talk about this later? The banquet isn't even ready yet."

Looking at the bald man, Sazard was a little helpless. This fellow tribesman was considered unorthodox among the entire cloud giant race. Instead of being a proper warrior and mage, he went and became a monk.

You could have been a wandering knight, but look at this outfit! Does it make you look like a noble aristocrat from the clouds?
The thought of shaving off his precious head of silver hair one day sent a chill down Sazad's spine, raising goosebumps all over his body.

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