Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 516 My name is Randolph, and I am a mixed race.

Parkus didn't have much time to marvel; soon, in less than two hours, things started to go wrong.

After Allen was put down by everyone, a new round of dinners began, and Parkus felt a similar pressure to that of people from Shandong at the dinner table.

The adventurers would casually stroll around with their drinks while they were eating.

They first looked at Bei San and Wang Longjian beside him, marveling at them, and then asked in feigned surprise:

"Lord Northern God III? You've also joined our Radiance of the Secret Sword?"

At this point, Bei San would often glance at Allen and mutter, "Not yet. Maybe in the future, but not now."

Then the adventurers would express how unfortunate that was, clink glasses with North Three, and immediately turn to Clem:

"Haha, I heard from Bell that you wrote to me. Hakim, you're really lucky to have survived that sea creature attack and even spent so much time with Mr. Allen."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Hakim has resigned himself to his fate. Since everyone is willing to call him that, then so be it, Hakim.

A chorus of boos is better than silence.

Being remembered is a small form of fame; Hakim can be a unique nickname.

Then, the adventurers would look at Aisha and praise her in a rather exaggerated tone, saying that she was cute, clever, smart, and quick-witted, truly worthy of being Mr. Allen's sister.

The latter praised him so much that he chuckled to himself.

Finally, the tone shifted abruptly, and he suddenly looked at Parkus:
"Brother, who are you?"

For example, right now, the last one, and also the initiator of the Secret Sword's Radiance, a Northern God Style Saint-level swordsman named Karl Bekus, whose size was almost twice that of Pacus, came to his side:

Pakus, his face flushed, watched as the other man showed no fear, displaying the boldness of an adventurer. His emotional intelligence was off the charts; even without alcohol, he was already intoxicated.

"Pacus! Pacus Cylon, the seventh prince of Cylon. It's an honor to meet you for the first time, haha."

The approaching adventurer raised an eyebrow:
"The prince of the Kingdom of Xilong? Why is he following Mr. Allen?"

Pakus laughed heartily, his face trembling. He patiently rolled up his sleeves again, showing the adventurer the sword wounds he had sustained during the various difficult trials in the Kingdom of Dragon Kings:
"To be honest, I was rescued by Mr. Allen in the Kingdom of Shanakia. I came to the Kingdom of Wanglong with Mr. Allen in the intention of recruiting heroes."

The adventurer glanced at Allen, then scoffed, "The seventh prince of the Kingdom of Siron? Recruiting?" He turned to the other tables where his friends, who had once shared life and death with him on the main island, were eating and drinking. "Hey? Did you guys hear that? This Prince of Siron wants to recruit Mr. Allen?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding adventurers, all looking at Pacus as he raised his wine glass.

Allen stood next to Parkus, holding a wine glass and drinking with a smile, without saying anything.

—The wine brewed from grains in the Wanglong Kingdom has a fermented aroma that reminded him of the low-alcohol, light-aroma baijiu from his previous life.

Amid the laughter, Packus showed no sign of annoyance. To Karl's surprise, he grabbed Karl's hand with his right.

Whether it was due to drunkenness or a genuine outpouring of emotion, he spoke earnestly, word by word:
“Mr. Allen is one of the four noble families of Asura. His destination on this journey is Asura, not the Dragon King Kingdom.”

The surrounding adventurers all froze. Karl, sitting opposite Pacus, lost his smile and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Oh?"

Pakus looked into his eyes, his expression suddenly changed, and he said fiercely, "I've heard that the current lord of the Boreas family has been sent south of the Crimson Dragon's Jaw to deal with the current situation."

What about Mr. Allen? What will he face after he returns? What will the Asura royal family's attitude towards him be?

He slammed the wine glass onto the table with a thud with his left hand and looked around.

"Is this how it should be? Do they respect Mr. Allen, or do they think he is a wise and capable man? No, they are just afraid of Mr. Allen. How ridiculous, how ridiculous! How can such a Asura be worthy? How can the Kingdom of Asura be worthy of having Mr. Allen?"

Turning his head, he leaned close to Karl Bekus's face, whose eyes were darting towards Allen, and said, word by word:

“They are not worthy. Mr. Allen is the savior of the area east of the Central Continent, not the savior of Asura. He should be the duke with real power east of the Red Dragon Mountains, who controls a territory larger than the land area of ​​Shanakia.”

Instead of returning to Asura with such prestige to scheme against those insects, he wasted Mr. Allen's talents and prevented him from making significant contributions to the national system. Isn't that right?!

The surrounding adventurers didn't look at Pacus, but stared intently at Allen.

Carl Bekus gave Parkus a deep look, then turned to Allen and said with a grin, "I think what Lord Parkus said makes a lot of sense, Mr. Allen."

Allen didn't even turn his head, just chuckled and waved his hand, indicating that they shouldn't go through that whole "donning the imperial robes" thing.

The surrounding adventurers all turned their heads and continued eating and drinking as if the burning gazes they had just cast on Allen were just an illusion.

Carl Bekus chuckled, acting as if nothing had happened. He clinked his glass against Allen's outstretched one, downed it in one gulp, then placed his hand on Bekus's shoulder, patted him meaningfully, before turning and leaving.

The Adventurers' Guild is bustling again.

Parkus let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief and plopped down next to Allen.

The latter poured wine as he spoke: "To be honest, you really surprised me. Did you learn this way of doing things in the Kingdom of Wanglong? It reminds me of the First Prince."

Pakus curled his lip, his face darkening: "This prince didn't come here to learn this nonsense. Who knew they weren't good at governing the country, but at fooling the people."

Allen smiled. "How much of it is true, and how much is false?"

Parkus drank his wine in silence: "Absolutely true. Lord Allen knows a lot. Your talents are truly wasted in Asura. Where would the Asura royal family be willing to share power and reform the national system?" He smacked his lips and added, "System, what a nice word. It sounds so proper and orderly."

Allen glanced at Aisha, who was staring intently at him, and said, "I'm definitely going back to the Kingdom of Asura because my family is there. Reform is your business, not mine."

Pakus paused, looking somewhat unwilling yet helpless: "What a pity."

After a moment of silence, Packus turned to Allen and asked, "Lord Allen, you saved me and brought me to the Dragon King Kingdom. What exactly do you want to do with this?"

—The claim of sharing the same ideals on the carriage was definitely a lie to deceive King North God III and Clem. As for Allen's true purpose, Pacus had been holding back all the way, waiting for Allen to speak, but now he finally couldn't help but ask Allen first.

Allen smiled and asked instead of answering, "Then I'd like to ask you, what are you doing following me all the way to the Dragon King Kingdom?"

Parkus remained silent for a long while, finally resigning himself to the fact that Allen had been dominating the conversation. He sighed deeply, his face revealing a dark and somewhat ferocious expression.

This actually made Allen find the shadow of Pacus in the original work, which felt quite 'familiar' to him, and he tilted his head to look at him while resting his chin on his hand.

Then Pakus whispered, "I want to ask you to help me rescue someone."

Allen: "Who?"

Pakus gritted his teeth: "The eighteenth princess of the Dragon King Kingdom, Nidicket Kingdragon."

Looking at Parkus's face, Allen thought to himself that although Parkus had become a hero ahead of time in this life, the two of them were still drawn to each other as if by fate: "Tell me more."

Pakus's eyes flickered with reminiscence, revealing a hint of tenderness: "In my first year studying in the Kingdom of Wanglong, I tried my best to cultivate relationships with nobles and send visiting cards to those so-called 'wise men,' but..." Pakus clenched his fist.

“No one pays any attention to me. They only see me as an incompetent person who lost the struggle for the crown prince position in the Kingdom of Xilong and was sent to the Kingdom of Wanglong as a hostage. No matter how much I demonstrate my abilities and explain my ideas, they all have a disdainful attitude and ignore me.”

After some time, I saw what the Dragon Kingdom was really like, and all my enthusiasm vanished. I offered my farewell to the king, but at that very moment…

Pakus's fists cracked: "The king detained me in the capital under the pretext that my father had been 'unruly' lately, which only convinced the nobles who ignored me that I was a 'good-for-nothing from the Kingdom of Xilong' and subjected me to all sorts of humiliation."

Parkus was panting heavily, but then he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his expression softened.

"It was then that I met her, the eighteenth princess of the Dragon Kingdom, Nidice Kingdragoon. She always stayed alone in the courtyard, doing nothing, sitting quietly like a doll, lost in thought, not speaking to anyone. Her figure was as lonely as mine, but I never bothered her."

"However, as time went on, rumors began to circulate in the capital that I, a piece of trash from Xilong, was getting close to a piece of trash from the Wanglong Kingdom. The two pieces of trash were quite a perfect match! Some even said that it would be better to marry the piece of trash from the Wanglong Kingdom to this piece of trash from the Xilong Kingdom and see what kind of trash offspring the two pieces of trash would produce!!"

As Pakus got to this point, although he was still resentful, his logic became much clearer, and he spoke much faster.

“I immediately wanted to kill all those useless people in the Dragon Kingdom, but I had no power in the Dragon Kingdom. Nidice Kingdragon was clearly also affected by these rumors, but when I met her again, she just looked at me from afar and smiled at me.”

So I focused even more intently on honing my swordsmanship and refining my magic, and won the national academic competition. After that, I implored the King to give me Nidicart Kingdragon in marriage.”

Allen interjected, "Not only did the king not agree to your request, but he also arrested you and used you as a 'useless' tool to stir up public sentiment during the First Prince's speech? Is that right?"

Parkus fell silent, his eyes glazing over.

Allen pressed further, "You want to ask me to rescue her from the Dragon King Kingdom?"

Parkus abruptly turned to look at Allen, lowered his head, and said solemnly, "Yes! This is my request!"

Allen chuckled as he watched Parkus's behavior.

"That's it?"

Parkus paused, licked his lips, and looked at Allen tentatively.

"After we are rescued, if possible, could you arrange for someone to take us back to Xilong?"

Allen looked at Parkus with interest: "You're too timid. Be bolder."

Parkus paused, a flicker of delight crossing his eyes, and slowly began to probe:

"You personally escorted us back to Xilong?"

Allen shook his head: "Bigger?"

A flicker of delight crossed Packus's eyes, and he quickly countered, "You're willing to accept my offer? To become the first duke of my Republic of Xilon?"

Allen chuckled: "Where did the Republic get a duke? Your pie isn't round at all."

Parkus paused, somewhat embarrassed.

He looked at Allen as if he wanted to say something, but Allen was looking at him indifferently, so he didn't know where to begin.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Allen suddenly said:

"A visitor is coming."

Parkus: ?

Before he could react, he heard orderly footsteps coming from outside the Adventurers' Guild. The once bustling Adventurers' Guild suddenly fell silent as everyone turned to look at the guild's gate.

next moment.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A man dressed in a dark robe and a white shirt with a stand-up collar walked in, surrounded by more than a dozen black-armored knights.

He was probably around forty-five years old. Although his clothes were loose, he looked quite sturdy. He had a sword at his waist and showed no signs of killing intent, like a harmless palace cook.

However, his facial features had nothing to do with kindness.

His cheekbones protrude, and he has a haggard and gloomy face.

—His right eye was covered by an eye patch, and his left eye was lifelessly sunken into its deep socket. His cheeks were thin, like a dried-up corpse covered only by a layer of skin.

He carried a dish that looked rather unappetizing, and under the suddenly tense gaze of the adventurer, he walked up to Allen and gently placed the plate on the table.

After exchanging a glance with the Northern God III, who had been looking up at him the moment he entered, he gave Allen a noble bow.

He straightened up, turned his head to look at Allen, and said:

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Randolph Marian. I was born in the Kingdom of the Dragon King and grew up on the Demon Continent."

He smiled.

"Gender is male, profession is knight."

My hobby is cooking, and I'm a mixed race.

He serves under General Shagar Gargantis of the Kingdom of Wanglong and is the vice-commander of the Black Dragon Knights. His main job is killing—killing anyone and everything. Although he doesn't belong to any particular school of martial arts, he has some knowledge of the Northern God School and the Water God School.

People call me the Grim Reaper, and they mistakenly believe I am a bloodthirsty killer, but that's not the case. I'm just a bastard who enjoys cooking.

Hearing that guests have traveled from afar, I have come to pay my respects. Please try my cooking and give me your feedback.

After the words were spoken, the Adventurers' Guild was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

King North God III glanced at his good nephew, whom he had never beaten in their childhood, then looked at Allen and decided to remain silent.

The people of Pacus were stunned, staring in disbelief at this murderer who was very famous in the capital of the Dragon King Kingdom, and whose hands had killed countless powerful nobles.

Allen glanced at Randolph's eyepatch and nodded.

He picked up the spoon from the plate, slowly scooped up a spoonful of the food the other person had prepared, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, savored it slowly, and swallowed it slowly.

Then, she elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and said slowly:

"It tastes terrible."

(End of this chapter)