I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 300 The Benefits of Being Versatile

"Just as there are many roads leading to Rome, there is actually more than one way to get into the castle..."

"for example?"

"Ah, for example... um... uh, ah... wait a minute, let me think..."

In a dimly lit, enclosed room at the end of the second-floor corridor of the Drunken Bird Tavern, Ye Aonaihe was surrounded by four other men, who were rubbing their fists together, their faces contorted with anger and ferocity.

It's no wonder they were so angry, because losing the job that would have allowed them to infiltrate the castle guards was all caused by Ye Aonai... He was the one who beat people up and killed them, three people in total.

Why can't other players be angry when things are messed up?
After Ye Ao hesitated for a while without giving an answer, the other four finally couldn't hold back any longer, rolled up their sleeves, and surrounded him, giving him a good beating.

Valentine, who was outside the door, couldn't stand it any longer. He sighed, pushed open the door, and went inside.

"Alright, alright, stop fighting. I've heard some information that might help you infiltrate."

Valentine's words immediately stopped the fighting among the players, and they quickly surrounded the man.

"real!?"

"Damn, NPCs are still the most reliable!"

"Hurry up and tell me, hurry up and tell me..."

"I've heard that a banquet is being held at Tavitsky's castle tonight, and they need a lot of fresh ingredients..."

Ye Aonai, whose eye was bruised, suddenly brightened up.

"So, we can disguise ourselves as vegetable farmers and sneak in by delivering vegetables?"

"???"

Valentine's face suddenly contorted into a deep wrinkle, as if he had heard something absurd. He looked at Ye Aonai with a surprised expression and then couldn't help but ask.

"Of the five of you, who looks like a farmer?"

The five players looked at each other, then had to admit that they certainly didn't look like farmers.

From their appearance to their demeanor, Ye Aonai and the other four looked like desperate outlaws who had just come from the battlefield. They had no scars or flabby flesh on their faces, and their skin was even fair. Their linen clothes were very neat, and their eyes carried a hint of unruliness and arrogance.

However, even so, the moment the five men stood in front of Valentine, they made him smell the blood. It was a psychological sensation, which was quite amazing.

"What should I do?"

"I do not know either."

Valentine spread his hands, he was actually a little annoyed. He had used his connections and lost face to ask for help to find those temporary jobs as castle guards for the five men in front of him, but they were fired the very next day for killing someone.

What can be done now?
Valentine didn't know either. He was just doing his best to gather information for them and leaving the rest to fate. As for what they were going to do, the old knight really didn't know.

"You two discuss it. The only help I can offer is to find out this information."

Ye Aonaihe and the other four exchanged glances, then huddled together in a circle, heads bowed. After discussing for a while in a language Valentine couldn't understand, Ye Aonaihe and the others dispersed and stood before the old knight once more.

"Was the castle banquet held quite suddenly?"

"It was very sudden. I only found out this morning. There was no news about it at all before."

"Alright, since it's all in such a rush, the banquet is bound to be poorly prepared. The five of us will disguise ourselves as a group of bards and recommend ourselves to sneak in."

"Ah, a bard!?"

Valentine's white eyebrows almost reached his hairline as he sized up the group of "poets" before him... The knuckles of the man named Ye Aonai still bore bruises from the fight, and the dagger tucked into the waistband of the large player beside him didn't look like a musical instrument at all. "You..."

The old knight's lips twitched.

"Can you play the piano? Can you sing?"

Ye Aonai smiled sheepishly, turned around and picked up the iron kettle and a spoon from the simple bed. He gently tapped the kettle, making a crisp sound.

He adjusted his posture, a serious look in his eyes, and began to rhythmically tap the kettle with the spoon, as if it were a real musical instrument.

"Alibaba, it's your turn."

"no problem."

Another player stepped forward, took the water tank, drank a mouthful of water, cleared his throat, and then took a deep breath, his chest expanding like a bellows.

The moment he opened his mouth, the entire narrow tavern room seemed to be enchanted...

The deep tenor voice pierced through the clouds like golden sunlight, each vibrato as precise as if measured with a ruler. Alibaba's right hand was on his chest, his left hand outstretched, a standard Italian bel canto posture.

The sound echoed in the narrow room, giving the illusion that one was in a large opera house.

Valentine's calloused hands unconsciously loosened their grip on the sword hilt, his pupils contracted in disbelief, as if he had seen a large, fat pig suddenly start dancing ballet on its own.

The old knight had spent half his life on the battlefield, hearing more clashes of swords than the moans of prostitutes, and had never been to an opera house to enjoy any song or dance. Yet, such soul-stirring singing still deeply moved him.

Art knows no borders. Even if Valentine couldn't hear what Ali Baba was singing, he could still tell whether it sounded good or bad.

Alibaba's singing continued to rise, each note as round and full as a pearl.

His impromptu addition of a Bagnian folk tune modulation gave the piece both the splendor of Italian opera and the wildness of northern mountain folk. At just the right moment, Ye Aonai tapped the kettle lightly with a spoon, the tinkling sound perfectly matching the melody, becoming a fitting accompaniment.

The other players also cooperated seamlessly... Some tapped their fingers on the oak table to keep time, some rubbed two pebbles together to create the sound of rain, and one player pulled out a homemade wooden flute from somewhere and played a melodious harmony.

When the last high note fell steadily, not only the room but also the tavern downstairs fell silent. A moment later, thunderous applause and whistles erupted downstairs, and even the tavern owner rushed upstairs, lifting her skirt.

Hearing the rapid, thumping footsteps outside, Valentine's lips twitched a few times.

If he hadn't seen and heard it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the five people in front of him possessed such abilities.

"Now, I have no doubt that your plan will succeed."

After saying that, Valentine couldn't help but ask.

"Since you have such abilities, why did you become... um, come with me to Minicia!?"

Why! ?

Of course, it's for playing the game and experiencing the joy of advancing the main storyline!

The reasons mentioned above certainly cannot be told to NPCs.

Ye Aonai paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he rested his chin on his fingers.

"Because Chris said he wanted farmers to have enough to eat and not starve, for the poor to have clothes to wear, and for orphans to have shelter from the wind and rain..."

Valentine was truly stunned this time.

(End of this chapter)