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Chapter 45: The Art Student Speaker in the Tavern
"You perverted human! Why do you really want to lick it!?"

Zeshia grabbed a nearby book and threw it at him.

"Huh?" Yaluo dodged and looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Didn't you ask me to lick it?"

"I"

Zeshia was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment. Even so, she wanted to see Yaluo being humiliated! But she didn't expect him to be so shameless and lick him without any psychological burden!
Yaluo looked at her helplessly:
"Honestly, Zeshia, you asked me to lick your armpits before, and today you asked me to lick your feet. Do you have any weird fetishes, or have you read some books you shouldn't have?"

"You you."

Zeshia's pretty face became redder and redder after being bitten back, and it seemed as if steam was coming out of her head.

"Get out of here, my king!"

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Yalu out.

"Hey! That secret book. Don't cheat!"

As soon as Yaluo finished speaking, the tattered ancient book was thrown in his face, and some dirty clothes also flew over, and then the door was slammed shut in front of him.

"This dragon is really moody."

Yaluo picked up the ancient book of secret arts, on which Zeshia's light blue lace panties were draped.

Selena had been flipping through the ancient book for more than ten minutes, her face expression tense and her brows furrowed.

Yaluo sat aside and looked at her nervously.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Serena looked up at him and said, "The content of this book is written in dragon language. I can't understand it."

"Then why did you watch for so long? I thought something was wrong, you know!" Yaluo said angrily.

"Most of it is incomprehensible. I've studied Dragon Script before, so I can probably understand most of it," Serena picked up the ancient book.
"I think this should be fine. There's a way to regulate magic power. It seems that through some kind of meditation, one can freely control their control over magic power."

"However, the specific approach still needs to be studied." Selina looked at him:
"Why don't you ask Zeshia to help translate it?"

Yaluo thought of Zeshia's expression just now and shook his head: "Forget it, let's do it ourselves."

At night, Yaluo came to the tavern with a tired face.

From this morning till now, he and Selena have only completed half of the translation of the secret book. They really can't hold on any longer, so they decided to take a break for a while.

No one was cooking today, so I had to go to the pub and buy some barbecue to take back.

"Hans, pack a big bag of barbecue and give me a glass of ginger beer with ice." Yaluo sat at the bar.

"What's wrong? You look like you've been squeezed dry by a 200-pound fat woman?" Hans joked.

"No, I was pissed off by the fat dragon weighing dozens of tons." Yaluo sighed.

The translation was really difficult this afternoon, so he went to look for Zeshia, but was ruthlessly turned away.

The ginger beer was served first. Yaluo took a big sip. The stimulation of the cold beer made his tired brain active again.

There was no film showing in the pub today, but the small stage in the corner was set up.

It was a place for performers. Some people with talents could go up and show off for fun, and then get tips. But if the tips exceeded one Siege, Hans would take one-tenth of it as the cost of providing the stage.

However, few people use it, and it gradually became a place to store miscellaneous items. But today, it was cleaned up for the first time.

"What's going on there? Is anyone coming?" Yalu asked.

Hans nodded. "He's an orator. He set it up himself. He said he was going to give a speech here in the next few days to earn some extra money."

"Speech? In the tavern?" Yaluo found it a little funny.

"Well, he's also an artist."

Yaluo paused, then put down the wine glass he had just raised to his lips and asked tentatively, "Art. Is it painting?" Hans raised an eyebrow. "How do you know? He really came here to make some extra money because his studio couldn't survive."

Yaluo: “Is that so?”

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of an old friend."

He was a painter and was giving a speech in the pub. Haha, he really had a lot of buffs. Could he have just retired from the army?

After half a glass of wine, there was movement on the stage and someone walked up.

He has a very thin body and face, but is very tall, with messy hair and severe dark circles under his eyes.

He even had big mouse ears on his head, and I didn't expect that he was a beastman.

Fortunately, he didn't have a moustache.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat and began to speak:
"Good evening, everyone in the tavern. Today, I want to share a story with you."

"I was born in a small village in the south. My father was a civil servant and hoped that I would become one in the future. However, I loved painting, so my father was very strict with me. He threw away all my brushes and drawing paper and warned me that if I continued to learn painting, he would break my legs. But who cares? I paint with my hands anyway.

Fortunately, when I was fifteen, my alcoholic father died, and I was finally able to pursue my dreams. When I was seventeen, I came to the royal city of Alex, this art capital, to prepare for the entrance exam to the Red Rose Academy of Arts.

"The exam topic that day was to draw a human body in plaster, and this is my strong point,"

"I completed the exam very well, but when the results came out, I didn't expect that I would fail."

"My painting skills clearly exceeded the academy's admission standards, but why did I fail? I didn't understand, so I went to find the principal. I wanted to ask him in person."

"Do you know what the principal told me? He told me that the reason I failed the exam was because I drew the plaster breasts too small."

He showed an extremely sad and angry expression, with his hands clenched tightly in front of his chest.

"I explained to him that the human cast was wrong! It's impossible for a person to have such huge breasts. It's a deformity! Vulgar aesthetics! I just changed it to the healthiest and most beautiful shape! It's not wrong! But just because I pursue flat and beautiful breasts, they gave up on a great artist!"

"And when I told others about this injustice, you know what they said to me?"

The art student looked around the whole audience and said word by word:
"They asked me if I was addicted to copper smelting,"

"I don't know what's wrong with this world? Why is there so much hostility towards people who like small breasts? We need to hide in the shadows of the world, afraid of being discovered like mice, but they, those who like two bloated lumps of fat, can proudly proclaim their XP! I want to ask, why?"

"Those small, charming breasts are obviously healthy! Beautiful! But now they're being labeled as heresy! Even speaking out about them would label you a copper smelter! I want to ask, on what basis?"

"It's not us who are wrong, it's this world! It's this world that hurts us!"

"So I will use our swords! To fight for our land under the sun for our XP! We poor people also want our land under the blue sky! We must also proudly proclaim our XP!!"

Snapped!
A wine bottle was thrown onto the table and broke at his feet.

"Get out of here, idiot!"

"Who would like shriveled breasts, you heretic! Go eat shit!"

"Go back to your Night Sheep Club!"

“Long live Juru!”

"Connectivity!"

Wine bottles were thrown up one by one. The art student dodged on the stage, then took a bag and collected the bottles that were not broken.

"Where the hell did this psycho come from?"

Yaluo couldn't help but say from the audience.

(End of this chapter)