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Chapter 105 Berg, Beat Him

Nightingale Tavern.

The moment the sound of the lyre rang out, all the guests in the tavern put down their glasses and looked at the silver-haired young man who was playing the lyre.

It's not just because of the beautiful sound of the piano, the most important thing is that the silver-haired young man is so handsome!

He was wearing a dark blue velvet robe, his long silver hair fell on his shoulders like flowing snow, under his brows were a pair of deep eyes like snowflakes, his facial features were as delicate as sculptures, and there was a teardrop mole under the left corner of his eye, giving him a beauty that was difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Many guests stared blankly at the young man on the stage. It was the first time they had seen such a "perfect" human being.

"My lord, this male poet is almost as beautiful as Sister Anlia!" Lian Berg couldn't help but sigh.

"Nonsense, Anlia is the prettiest." Xia Mingyu angrily chopped the boy's forehead lightly with his hand knife.

However, having said that, Xia Mingyu was also a little surprised by the young man's appearance.

Although he didn't think that he was less handsome than the other person, their styles were different after all. Although his facial features were handsome, they were still masculine, while this young man was as handsome as a woman.

If he were to be introduced into the entertainment circle of Blue Planet and hyped up, he would probably be able to directly crush those artificial fresh meats of the United States.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the silver-haired young man began to sing:

"Listen, the wind blows through the southern border, bringing legends from far away~"

"A wise man walks among the mortals, his steps firm and silent~"

He sang the "Hymn of the Sages" which has been sung crazily in the southern border recently. His singing voice was sometimes as clear as the singing of birds, and sometimes as deep as the sea in the twilight.

Every note is full of emotion, and it seems to have magic that makes people unable to help but immerse themselves in it, so much so that many guests in the pub are shaking their heads along with the song in ecstasy.

"My Lord, the song he sings is truly beautiful. It's as if he's truly speaking to the wise Lord who single-handedly changed the Southern Territory."

Anna held her cheeks, which had turned red due to alcohol, and said to Xia Mingyu excitedly.

Xia Mingyu smiled but said nothing, just drinking.

"A mad peasant woman who lost her child arrogantly called the wise man her son. People thought she was going to be attacked by swords, but she was actually embraced and blessed by him~"

"Because he knows that truth and justice belong to kings and beggars, and to every soul bathed in starlight!"

The silver-haired poet ended with a passionate high note. When the last note dissipated in the air, the guests in the tavern gradually came back to their senses.

clap clap clap!
The next moment, the tavern was flooded with thunderous applause, and people expressed their admiration for the poet in the simplest way with flushed faces.

The silver-haired young man stood up from his chair and bowed slightly to the guests in front of him.

At this time, the waiters of the tavern came to each table with silver trays, asking the guests for tips, and Xia Mingyu's table was no exception.

"Get lost! This is the most distinguished guest in our tavern. Is it your turn to disturb him?"

However, the waiter had just arrived when he was impatiently driven away by the previous bartender, Fike.

Then, the man, who was about thirty years old, rubbed his face, and as if by magic, a smile as bright as a sunflower bloomed on his face.

"Sir, are you satisfied with the song just now?"

"Not bad." Xia Mingyu stopped clapping.

After hearing his answer, Fei Ke seemed very happy. He introduced excitedly:
"Sir, the bard just now is called Damien. He is a big celebrity in our Nightingale Tavern. I don't know how many people come to the Nightingale Tavern just to listen to his songs."

"He is Damien 'Silver Snow'. I heard that he is known as the most beautiful man in the entire Twilight City." Anna said in surprise, covering her mouth.

She had also heard of this bard who was famous for his beauty, but because of her low status, she had never seen him in person.

"My lady, you have a good eye. Let me tell you a secret. Several ladies have requested to meet Damien privately, but it took me a lot of effort to temporarily refuse them."

Fei Ke chuckled, then he looked at Xia Mingyu and said cautiously:

"My Lord, if you don't mind, I could bring Damien over and have him chat with you?"

Bring a man over to drink with you?

Xia Mingyu almost choked on his wine. He wanted to refuse, but looking at the expectant eyes of Berg and Anna beside him, he finally chose to agree.

In this world, are handsome men popular with both men and women?

Xia Mingyu couldn't help but feel deeply worried about the world's views on choosing a spouse.

"My Lord, I will go and bring Damien here immediately. It will undoubtedly be the honor of his life to serve you!"

Fei Ke was overjoyed, and then he trotted all the way to the center of the stage. He pointed in the direction of Xia Mingyu and whispered a few words to the silver-haired poet. Hesitation then appeared on the poet's face.

Then Fei Ke spoke again and again, and the silver-haired poet nodded and prepared to follow Fei Ke towards Xia Mingyu's table.

However, as the silver-haired poet was about to step off the stage, a man who had been watching him could no longer sit still.

"Damien, please be my lover!"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone in the tavern, a young man wearing an emerald noble amulet rushed to the front of the stage with a large bouquet of blooming forget-me-nots and knelt on one knee in front of the silver-haired poet.

For a moment, everyone in the tavern started talking.

The silver-haired poet's face instantly stiffened, and he unconsciously took a step back.

"Really, I love you, Damien. I swear in the name of Bea William, my love for you is like fish and water, birds and the sky. I swear I can't live without you!"

Seeing that the other party had not answered for a long time, the young man took another step forward with the bouquet and said anxiously.

When William heard this surname, Xia Mingyu, who was concentrating on eating melons, remembered the old man who presented forget-me-nots at Haydn's baby honor ceremony.

"Lady Bea, Damien is a man after all. You will damage the honor of the William family if you do this in public."

Seeing the silver-haired poet in trouble, the bartender Fei Ke immediately stepped forward and gave him earnest advice.

The young man looked around at the nobles whispering among themselves and realized that this was inappropriate. However,
"I don't care!" Bea yelled.

"My father taught me since I was young that I must pursue the love I met in my youth regardless of the consequences. Therefore, my love for Damien is by no means a disgrace to the William family, but an honor!"

He spoke passionately, continuing to look at the silver-haired poet with eyes full of enthusiasm and love.

Your father certainly didn't expect that you would find a man. Xia Mingyu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but feel sad for the old man who was so filial.

"I'm sorry my Lord, it might be a while before Damien can come and chat with you."

Now Fei Ke was at a loss and could only return to the table in disappointment, looking apologetic.

Snapped!
"How dare you make my lord wait for a bard!"

Before Xia Mingyu could say anything, Berg cursed and slammed the table.

His ferocious eyes, like those of an eagle, stared at Feke, and the pressure from the hunter instantly frightened the other party to the ground.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, but Lady Bea is the future heir of Lord William. We really can't afford to offend her." Feke's voice was trembling, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

This conflict was also noticed by other people in the tavern.

"Respected Lady Bea, I have told you many times that I do not like people of the same sex and am not honored by your love. Please do not disturb my work anymore."

Seeing his companion in trouble, the silver-haired poet quickly spoke up.

"Unlike you who was born noble, I really need this job," Damien said sincerely.

Then he walked towards Fike, and seeing this, Bea, who was kneeling on one knee, quickly stood up and followed him.

"Sir, I'm sorry I'm late due to some unforeseen circumstances. I offer you my sincerest apologies. Please don't blame my friend."

After carefully helping Fei Ke, who was lying on the ground, to his feet, the handsome poet, whose gender was difficult to distinguish, bowed deeply in front of Xia Mingyu and apologized.

Bea William, who followed, became angry after seeing this scene.

"Get up! You're my love, you don't have to apologize to anyone for such a small thing."

Bea wanted to help the poet up, but was pushed away by him. So she could only look at the young man in a black hat who was holding a glass of wine in front of the table with a calm expression.

From his clothing, temperament, skin, and hidden protection, Bea instantly determined that the other party should be a noble of high status like him, but he didn't know which territory in the southern border he was from.

Thinking of this, the anger on Bea's face disappeared instantly and her tone became polite.

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb your pleasure, but today is the most important day of my life—I want to propose to the person I love most."

"Your spending at the Nightingale Tavern today and your spending here in the next week will be charged to the account of the Viscount William family. I personally owe you a favor. Could you please leave first?"

Bea spoke very politely, without any of the impatience she had shown towards Damien before, and Xia Mingyu noticed this change in attitude.

Berg frowned and was about to start scolding but was held down by Xia Mingyu. He could only stare at Beiya.

"I don't like others changing my will, so I won't leave." Xia Mingyu said calmly.

"Also, I have my own opinion on what you mean by courting the one you love most."

"What do you want to say?" Seeing being rejected, Bea's tone suddenly became cold.

"You keep saying that you love Damien, but what have you brought to him?" Xia Mingyu looked around the tavern and saw the nobles talking and sneering at him.

"Is it a reputation that brings ridicule? Or friends who are criticized? Or perhaps... an uneasy fear?"

Xia Mingyu noticed that after Beiya came over, the silver-haired poet's right hand had been trembling slightly.

"You've never respected him. Deep down, you look down on a commoner. And the so-called love you speak of is nothing more than a possessive desire born out of a momentary passion for his extraordinary looks."

"Let him go. It'll be better for both of you," Xia Mingyu said softly. The moment he heard his words, the silver-haired poet, who had been bowing deeply in apology, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Mingyu with a look filled with shock, disbelief, and a hint of gratitude.

Bea's face was flushed, veins popped out, his hands were clenched into fists, and his eyes were wide open.

Damn it, damn it, how could this damn guy understand my love for Damien?
I just love him in the wrong way, but I definitely love him!
".Is your last name Martha?" Bea asked suddenly.

"No."

"That's not what you keep fucking saying!"

Bea picked up a glass on the table and slammed it to the ground.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, glass shattered all over the ground.

"Who do you think you are? Who gives you the right to dictate my courtship?"

"You're only the same age as me, but why are you spouting obscure truths like my old dad all day? Are you aging prematurely?"

Beiya's eyes were red, and she was panting and glaring at Xia Mingyu.

Fortunately, he still had his wits about him and didn't smash the wine glass at the other person.

After all, nobles value decency and will not act rashly under any circumstances.

".Are you the Morning Star?"

Xia Mingyu was silent for a moment and suddenly asked.

"No, I'm only twenty years old this year. It will take at least three to five years to be promoted to the Knight of Morning Star."

Although she was very angry, Bea still maintained the proper etiquette between nobles and answered.

"It's not Morning Star!" Xia Mingyu sighed and silently removed his hand from Berg's shoulder.

The young man, who was already so angry that he gnashed his teeth, suddenly jumped up and rushed in front of Bea who was still immersed in anger.

boom!
His fist, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, hit Bea's face like a sledgehammer.

The moment the knuckles collided with the cheekbone, there was a dull sound that made your teeth ache.

Before she could react, Bea was knocked to the ground by the punch, blood and broken teeth spurting out of her mouth.

And this is not over yet. Berg quickly rode on his opponent and punched him with powerful punches again and again.

"Let me go, I am the son of Viscount William!"

"Even if Viscount William came, he wouldn't dare disrespect my master. Go to hell."

Bea was able to struggle at first, but soon her voice turned into wailing and screaming under Berg's beating.

How dare they do that? They completely disregarded the decorum between nobles and beat him so harshly!

If you don't listen even if I try to reason with you, then my servants will know a little bit about fighting. Xia Mingyu watched this scene expressionlessly.

"Sir." At this moment, the silver-haired poet looked at Xia Mingyu pleadingly.

"Are you going to plead for him?"

Xia Mingyu asked in confusion, suspecting that the other party was suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

"No, you misunderstood. What I meant was..." Damien hesitated.

"People can't die in the tavern, but they can die outside." The poet said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Bea, whose face was bruised and swollen, suddenly raised his head and looked at the man he loved in disbelief.

"Berg, let's go to another place and don't beat him to death." Xia Mingyu said with a smile.

"Yes, my lord."

Berg stood up and dragged Bea's feet out of the tavern.

After hearing the ruthlessness of her "lover" with her own ears, Bea lost all ability to resist like a dead fish, and just lay on the ground and was dragged away.

Looking at the evasive looks of the nobles at the wine tables around him, he covered his face in pain, feeling that he had completely disgraced the William family today.

"Dear guest, thank you for helping me out. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how this would end."

After Bea left, Damien's tense body relaxed a lot in an instant. He picked up the bottle and carefully poured a glass of wine for Xia Mingyu.

"But Bea is, after all, Viscount William's son. I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble. If you have any grievances against me, please feel free to punish me. I will gladly bear it."

The silver-haired poet bowed deeply and said sincerely.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, Damien. Master Bea is not a problem for this master. This master is Ma..."

Fei Ke patted his friend's shoulder, wanting to comfort him, but was frightened by Xia Mingyu's look and was silenced, and hid aside in fear again.

"sit down."

"Yes."

Damien sat down on the chair with a bit of restraint.

"Can you tell me what the Bard's Divine Protection is capable of?"

Xia Mingyu looked at the emerald green words above the poet's head, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

In this world, bards, like fighters, are one of the oldest professions that can be traced back to the Age of Gods.

It was the first time he had seen a bard of extraordinary rank.

"My pleasure, my lord."

"When I was a poet's apprentice, my ability was to accurately identify musical rhythms. After advancing, I gained the ability to make the sound more beautiful." Damien said.

Xia Mingyu's mouth twitched.

This is the worst extraordinary profession he has ever seen. It is not as good as a businessman. At least it can withstand two unfair attacks.

"Sir, a bard has almost no combat power. It's only when they reach the third level of singer that they undergo a qualitative transformation, gaining the ability to influence others' emotions through music, and even to create hallucinations."

"However, this stage is almost the most difficult of all professions to advance to Morning Star. Often, among dozens of bards, not even one can be promoted to Singer. I will probably be a bard my whole life."

When he said this, a hint of bitterness flashed across Damien's extremely handsome face.

If he could be promoted to a singer, he wouldn't have to worry about being locked up by strong men all day long.

"Believe in yourself, your song is really nice." Xia Mingyu said calmly.

Hearing this, gratitude once again appeared in Damien's beautiful eyes like snowflakes. He was about to say thank you, but as if he thought of something, his face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, was shrouded in worry and a hint of fear.

"Dear sir, I thank you very much for your help, but I still want to remind you that I really cannot accept same-sex love."

The silver-haired poet spoke cautiously and nervously.

Tsk, that’s too miserable.

Xia Mingyu took a sip of the sweet wine in the glass and couldn't help but feel heartfelt sympathy for Damien in front of him.

He looks like this, but has no ability to resist, and lives in a world where civilians have no human rights. He is just like Ganymede, the beautiful boy who was taken away by Zeus in Greek mythology.

He is an egalitarian who not only wants to protect women who are forced, but also men who are forced.

Just, help him.

"Don't worry, I will only accept love from women just like you." Thinking of this, Xia Mingyu put down his wine glass and spoke.

"Damien, I'll come to see your performances from time to time. If you have any problems, you can come to Red Fox Castle to find me. Just say that a man in a black hat asked you to come here."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. May I ask how I should address you from now on?"

Upon hearing this, excitement immediately appeared on the silver-haired poet's face. He knew that this lord from Red Fox Castle, whose identity was unknown but definitely noble, wanted to provide him with shelter.

"You can call me Spark." Xia Mingyu thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, Master Spark, I will keep your name in mind."

Meanwhile, outside the Nightingale Tavern.

After receiving the report from the patrolling guards, a team of guards led by the Extraordinary Knight quickly arrived at the scene of the fight.

"Quick, get this lunatic off me!"

Thinking she was saved, Bea immediately shouted for help.

However, after seeing Berg's face clearly, the extraordinary knight bowed respectfully and then returned with his guards.

The knight named Gray still remembered that the young man and his boss were driving the important person in the carriage.

"Who is your master?" Beiya asked in amazement. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have offended someone he shouldn't have.

However, he was answered by another punch.

As a hunting dog, Berg strictly abides by the orders of his master, which means not to beat the dog to death, but to beat it half to death.

(End of this chapter)