Knight and Wand

Chapter 66 Poet
After finding a suitable tavern with a nice environment to stay in, Leon asked the owner, who looked well-informed, about how to get from Dragonmaw City to the western port of Kantadar.

Sure enough, the movies and novels I watched on Earth in the past were very helpful. After spending some money on drinks, the boss readily explained the two main routes in detail.

One is by land, going directly out of the South Gate and heading south along the main trade route between the two countries.

One is by water. You can take a merchant ship from the dock of Dragonmaw City, enter the ocean from the mouth of the Rushina River, and reach your destination along the coastal route.

Both routes are possible, but the water route is much faster than the land route, and there are not as many troubles in clearing customs along the way as on the land route.

But taking a boat also has its own troubles. For example, the fare for carrying passengers is not cheap, and there are risks such as pirates and storms on the way.

Of course, since this coastal route has remained stable for many years, the probability of encountering accidents is not high.

Moreover, even if we travel by land, with such a long distance and journey, there is still the danger of encountering bandits, and Kantadar is not an orderly place.

After considering various factors and discussing it, everyone unanimously decided to take the water route. They should arrive as soon as possible.

I took my friends to the port to find a boat. There were not many ships going out to sea at this time of year, and even fewer merchant ships willing to carry passengers.

When they finally found a ship with some room, the captain suddenly looked past Leon and carefully looked up and down at Azerien behind him.

Just as Leon was wondering about his reaction, the captain spoke.

Just one sentence made Azerien very angry.

"We can't bring women on board. She can't get on board." The captain raised his chin and signaled to Azerien.

"what?"

Leon and Lohak's eyes widened.

They suspected that the captain had poor eyesight or was not smart.

Although this boy Azerien has been able to wash and groom himself every day since he got rid of the embarrassment of fleeing, the noble boy is indeed fair and handsome.

But you wouldn't mistake him for a girl, would you?

Leon turned around and looked at his companion who was frowning and obviously annoyed.

Well, the collar is higher on the neck and it does cover his Adam's apple.

But this doesn't mean you would mistake a boy for a girl.

Besides, when bathing by the river, Leon was sure that he had seen his friend's true symbol of manliness, with a completely flat chest.

There is no way this good brother of mine could be so bloody as to be a Mulan with a hidden gender.

"Are you humiliating me!?" Azerien lowered his voice, pulled down his collar to reveal his Adam's apple, and questioned the captain.

If he hadn't been so good-tempered, he would have wanted to draw his sword.

Leon held his forehead and repeatedly emphasized that his companion was a man.

Seeing the Adam's apple, the captain stopped saying anything shocking and just laughed, took off his hat, bowed his head to apologize, and began to explain.

It turns out that in the past there really was a traveler on a boat who secretly dressed up a young girl as a young boy and took her on board his boat.

As a result, an unexpected situation occurred, causing a lot of trouble on the ship.

Now that the captain saw that Azerien was so handsome, he tried to test him casually, just to be on the safe side in case he made a mistake again.

After hearing the explanation, Azerien was at a loss whether to laugh or cry and had to accept the other party's apology. After all, to some extent, this was also a compliment to his appearance.

After this little episode, they agreed on the time to board the ship tomorrow, and everyone left the dock and returned to the hotel.

The sun is gradually setting in the west.

The afterglow of the evening falls on the shoulders of people in the streets and alleys.

The prosperous Dragonmaw City is not like other ordinary cities. Even though the city gates have been closed for a long time, the curfew will not be enforced until late at night at noon when the tower bells are rung.

After a busy day, residents and business travelers gathered in pubs of all sizes in the city to drink drinks produced from all over the continent.

People listened to the poets singing, admired the dancing girls in the tavern, and indulged themselves to relieve their fatigue. Leon still sat in a secluded corner, and after eating and drinking, he played a simple game of chess with his friends on the table.

This was a small gift given to the three people by their merchant friend on the way to thank them for driving away the wild beast.

I have to say that the rules are quite interesting and they relieved a lot of boring time on their journey.

There was still a lot of time before boarding the ship tomorrow, and it was impossible to sleep so early, so the three of them simply drank and played chess in the tavern to pass the time.

As more and more customers came into the store, Leon finally saw the atmosphere of the so-called tavern in another world that he had been looking forward to.

In addition to the drunkards and poets playing the harp, there are also guests carrying swords and knives in the tavern.

Some were foreign warriors escorting a caravan, while others were city guards who had some free time to relax and get drunk.

Of course, as night fell, Leon also saw the ancient professions that appeared in the taverns in many towns along the way.

The gorgeous dancers in thin and flimsy clothes danced to the music, lifting their skirts as they walked past the seats of the drinkers. The men's rough harassment and teasing immediately blended with the dancers' provocative laughter.

Soon someone stood up to accept the invitation and pulled them upstairs to enjoy the evening, while also creating a considerable income for the pub.

A young lady dressed very openly, with a "big searchlight" that was particularly dazzling under the oil lamp, came to the three-person table and held up the pair of "big thunders" to try to attract customers.

Especially the handsome Azerien, many dancers deliberately walked past the noble boy because of his handsome appearance.

However, as he was born into an aristocratic family, he had no interest in such invitations and politely declined all the dancers who came to flirt with him.

The hot-blooded Lohak was so aroused by the dancer that his eyes widened and he was somewhat moved. But suddenly he remembered that his relatives were still missing, and the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

Leon also declined the invitation.

Even though he had been abstaining from sex for a long time since he woke up, he did not dare to show any interest in this regard.

Not only do I not want to be a ladybug and try to keep myself clean, but I am also forced by the situation to become a brother of Nofap.

This vigorous body is not without normal physiological needs, but now there is a female wizard watching in the body, so he has completely given up the idea of ​​casting spells manually.

Otherwise, do we have to do a live broadcast for Miss Lola?
What if I anger the other party and one day I can’t fight back?
I mean the Arrow of Isa.

Soon, the dancers disappeared into the tavern lobby with their spoils.

The three of them stood in the corner and watched the various things happening in the world.

After the noise of soliciting customers died down, the pub lobby became a little quieter.

Leon listened attentively, and then he noticed the beautiful and melodious song played by the poet in the tavern not far away.

The poet is a middle-aged man wearing colorful clothes, with two curved mustaches and a beautiful hat. His voice is steady and long when he sings poems, and the melancholy temperament on his face is also very contagious.

The poem praising beautiful love seemed to have a particularly fascinating power as it was sung.

Leon was unconsciously immersed in his rhythm.

I thought this pub was highly recommended by passers-by because of its gorgeous dancers.

Now it seems that the resident poet invited by the boss is really very talented.

At the end of the long poem, the guests in the pub applauded with great satisfaction.

A smile appeared on the poet's lips, and he took off his hat to salute the audience.

Leon also clapped his hands and praised his performance.

The applause ended and just as he was waiting for the poet to sing another song, he suddenly heard faint whispers from where he was sitting by the window.

Leon looked around in confusion.

It was obvious that the voice did not come from my companions, nor from the drinkers at other tables around.

Tilting his head, Leon slightly raised the window shutter beside him and looked through the gap. Outside the dim tavern, he saw a few people whose faces could not be seen clearly, giving instructions to a dancer.

(End of this chapter)