The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 211 Why does the angel look like a succubus? (4k)

"Is Ambition going to stay?"

On the giant tortoise in the sky, watching Tang Qi put the eye-like necklace around his neck, the little girl asked somewhat reluctantly.

"Yes, the place we're going to next might be a bit dangerous."

Every now and then, a crimson blood mist would drift through the area, and anyone enveloped by it might have their blood drained.

The fewer people go, the lower the chance of being caught.

Tang Qi tried to connect his vision to the "Witch's Eyes" and discovered that he could judge Ambiya's safety by her eyes. Only then did he patiently touch her ears.

"Stay on the turtle's back. Those orcs know you and won't bother you."

“Then Anbi will obediently wait here for her brother.”

"No, you still need to learn how to be 'angry' from Shyvana."

Tang Qi tightened his grip, lest the little girl get distracted and forget the most important thing.

He then slung his lute over his shoulder and went outside the shed:

"Your task is simple: teach her the power of 'anger' as much as possible, while ensuring that the orc tribe does not cause any trouble."

"understood."

Shyvana snorted and turned her head away.

The fact that he didn't refute her, which was unusual, made Tang Qi feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Why aren't you arguing anymore?"

"I can't ignore you, and I can't listen to you either. What do you want?" Shyvana said angrily, pounding her head.

"So you've finally realized your status as a slave?"

"Fuck you—never mind, there's nothing more to say."

It's less about recognizing it and more about getting used to it.

Shyvana seemed to realize that she had little power to defy the contract.

And indeed, under Tang Qi's leadership, the tribe gradually changed and adapted to the environment within the Great Wall.

She hoped the tribe could survive, and since their interests were aligned, she had no reason to refute Tang Qi.

The only frustration was the realization, when facing Tang Qi, that he was just a reckless fool, not a qualified leader.

Seeing that she was becoming more obedient, Tang Qi leaned closer and whispered the instructions:
"Most importantly, be wary of those beastmen—the prisoners in the animal pen must be kept a close watch."

"Didn't you reach an agreement?" Shyvana asked hesitantly.

She thought the conflict between the two sides had been resolved through negotiations—

Kane led the way, taking Tang Qi and the others to the location of the offerings to find the witch.

The remaining people who stayed behind did not invade each other's territory.

"Haven't you learned your lesson after being fooled by humans so many times? Since when can verbal promises be called cooperation?"

Tang Qi sneered.
"Taking advantage of my absence as leader, instructing the beastmen to launch a counterattack against the tribe—is this some kind of complex scheme?"

"Who would think so many complicated things like you humans?"

"Beastmen are still human, at least Kane is. Although I took that orc as a guide and a 'prisoner' in the true sense, that brown bear is much smarter than you."

Don't wait until I get back to find you crying and begging him not to break up your tribe.

Shyvana tried to ignore the mockery, but veins bulged on her forehead as she suppressed her anger.

"Cunning humans."

“Foolish orc.”

Tang Qi grabbed a cloth bag from his dimensional bag, covered his mouth and nose, and placed it in Shyvana's palm.
"Then, please chew two tablets every day and maintain oral hygiene at all times."

"what?"

Just as Tang Qi was climbing down the ladder, he was about to call Chenxi and Kulu over so they could set off as a team.

Shivana then unwrapped the cloth bag and found it filled with many needle-shaped, bluish-green leaves.

She had seen this leaf before, and instinctively recalled the icy chill that had pierced her nose when she first tasted it; she immediately tried to throw it away.
"Who the hell would eat this stuff?!"

But the hand that was about to throw it stopped in mid-air—

"I feel like I can't refuse him?"

Hesitantly, he didn't throw away all the mint leaves, but instead took one out and placed it on the tip of his tongue.

"Pah, pah!"

The icy, stinging sensation made her vomit.

But she didn't stop, and took out a second leaf, repeating the whole process.

Although he eventually spat the leaf onto the ground.

"But I've already eaten two of them."

She gave a cold laugh, feeling her brain being stimulated by the coldness of the mint leaves, gradually clearing its mind.

I've found a loophole in your statement!

Lying on the fur-lined bed, Ambly muttered something strangely in a low voice:

"My brother seemed to have said that she just couldn't verbally refuse, right?"

Sivana was too smug.

So much so that he was completely unaware that he didn't need to obey Tang Qi's orders at all.

……

"These orcs are as stupid as those boar heads. If it weren't for that human, they would have all died long ago."

As Fed packed his bags, he muttered to himself.

"Fortunately, you were an adventurer in the past and knew about the loophole in the [Domain of Honesty]. That's why I was able to use my words to make that human believe it."

Although one cannot lie within the scope of magic.

However, if you answer questions evasively or downplay the important points, no one will notice.

Kane lied about some details.

For example, he promised that he would definitely get them to their destination.

However, there was no guarantee that anyone who went to that place would come back alive.

"That knight with him is no ordinary person. Be careful when you lead the way."

Kane reminded him at the right time,
"Once you've safely brought them to their destination, remember to quickly follow the scent back to the village. With the fog around, they shouldn't be able to spot you."

Once we've confirmed your safety, we'll raid that tribe and seize all their food.

"Don't worry, I won't get into a conflict with them."

Fied patted his chest as a guarantee.
“But I promised to let that priest leave. He saved you.”

"Is it that I don't want him to leave? He's like a sloth that's stuck in its nest, he just won't leave no matter what I do—then I can only make him go down with me."

"Kane—"

"Alright, Fidelity. I have to do this for our family."

Kane interrupted her, patting her on the shoulder.

"Come back safely."

Knowing the man before him wouldn't listen to any advice, Fide could only sigh and equip his sword and shield.

Do you remember what I said the first time we met?

“You said you’ve been wandering for so many years and still don’t know what ‘home’ is. I told you then that I would give you a home.”

Kane kissed her lips.
"I did it."

Fied gently pushed his chest away and shook his head:
"You don't." "Where don't I find it?"

Kane hesitated, then walked out the door without a word.

Tang Qi and his companions arrived just in time:

“You said the destination is far from this village, so let’s set off as soon as possible.”

Federer simply walked to the front, muttering to himself:

"It feels like I'm back to being an adventurer again."

"You used to be an adventurer? Instead of traveling the continent, making a name for yourself, you're stuck here as a lowly village chief's wife?"

Tang Qi didn't want to spend the rest of the journey in silence, so he took the initiative to ask a question.

How come your ears are so sharp?

"Only by listening attentively can we remember things and write them into stories."

"You're a writer?"

The pastor was among them, and when the words 'vampire mist' reached his ears, he seemed particularly curious and insisted on going along no matter what.

"To be precise, I am a bard."

"what!?"

Fide and the pastor turned around at the same time, looking Tang Qi up and down.

The former patted his sword and shield, and said bluntly:

"Sounds like it. But how could that be? Shouldn't bards be at court fawning over those damned nobles?"

Ultimately, it's utterly ridiculous that a poet would take on the responsibility of leading orcs—how did he command them? By playing musical instruments and singing?

"Clearly, I have shattered that stereotype. Donkey Weinberg, once you leave this forest, you will hear my name."

"Arthur Gerald. May the gentle whispers of a loving father lull you to sleep."

I still prefer that the Twilight deity is a woman.

Tang Qi had no intention of amusing the missionaries, so he only teased them in his mind.

Respecting others' beliefs, especially those of true believers who are able to heed their teachings, can help you avoid many troubles on your adventurous journey.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I'd rather use my sleep time to find some new fun."

Tang Qi politely declined the other party's offer of missionary work.

Arthur, however, persisted:
"You might really need to take a break."

His tone was always calm and reassuring, which made people feel at ease.

"You look terrible. Prolonged indulgence will make you lose your energy and harm your health."

Tang Qi touched his increasingly thin cheeks:
"Indulgence? I feel like I'm going to wither away."

"A sallow complexion, unsteady gait, and listless spirit are all signs of excessive indulgence. Without restraint, you will eventually succumb to premature exhaustion due to the loss of energy, and may even die as a result."

Tang Qi was quite concerned about this aspect of his abilities, and he felt as if his knees were about to buckle.
"It's unlikely that they would deliberately exaggerate for the sake of proselytizing, is it?"

"I never joke."

Speaking of which, my body seems to have been giving me very little energy lately.

Logically speaking, after separating from Catherine, his needs should be even greater, right?
But every day I just drift off to sleep, vaguely sinking into dreams, only to forget the content of those dreams, until I wake up groggily the next morning, showing no sign of getting up...

If Arthur hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have even considered this possibility anymore.

This is not a good sign.

Thinking this through, Tang Qi still shook his head:
"I know perfectly well whether I'm being moderate or not, so there's no need for you to worry about it."

"I can cure it."

"Priest, save me!"

"..."

Arthur hadn't expected Tang Qi's attitude to change so quickly, and after a brief silence, he nodded in agreement.

"Next time we rest, I'll help you get into a deeper sleep so you can better recover your energy. But until then, let's get going as soon as possible."

According to Fide, the place where they offered food was located deeper in the Dusk Forest, a journey that would take at least three days on foot.

Although Tang Qi could ride on the mount summoned by the dawn, he also had to consider Fide's pace.

So he simply sat down in front of the dawn and began writing in his diary—

The mist of the Dawn and Dusk Forest, a mystery lingering over the lands of the Lords' Alliance.

People's speculations about it are as unpredictable as it is itself.

I've heard adventurers mention that spellcasters once believed it should originate from the forest itself, such as a type of vegetation that releases hallucinogenic mist, the mist itself stemming from its self-defense mechanism—like the spores of Dragon Gold City.

This hallucinogenic plant, perhaps the best material for magical items, sparked a frenzy among adventurers to explore the forest.

The result was that nothing was gained.

But the mystery of the fog itself, whose origins are unknown, is already a rare and valuable subject for creators.

Many writers were inspired to create legends and write stories, the most noteworthy of which is *The House of the Mist*, published more than a decade ago by 'Harbor Pigeon'.

It was a group novel about the 'Night Raven' family, whose history spanned hundreds of years, and the inescapable mystery they were shrouded in.

Although the story is considered old-fashioned today:

It all began with a beautiful woman triggering a feud between brothers, leading to fratricide and the entire family's territory being shrouded in mystery, trapped in an endless cycle of generational hatred...

But its classic status made it an instant bestseller, boosting the author's reputation and allowing her to live off it for over a decade, ensuring that even her worst works would find buyers.

By now, Long Jincheng's friends should already know which author I'm referring to.

Miss Mary Sue, I'm not attacking you.

However, the limp pigeon shop owner placed "The Ghost Bride of Longjin City" at the very front of the bookstore, right above "The Guide," so please take it as me deliberately getting revenge...

Along the way, sometimes cracking jokes and sometimes writing in a diary, one occasionally encounters troubles such as dire wolves.

But a few wild beasts pose no real threat to the team right now.

The group managed to get through the first day safely.

Rest is a doctrine that Twilight Father particularly emphasized.

To get enough sleep, Arthur recited a prayer, circled the location of Leomon's Hut, and a gray-black hemispherical object instantly enveloped everyone—

"In this cabin, you don't have to worry about the disturbances of the wild."

He took out the 'Sunset' emblem, and as Tang Qi spread the sleeping bag on the ground and crawled into bed, he recited a soft, hymn-like prayer.
"You are the end of the day and the door to the night."

It is the tranquility of twilight, the radiance of the mist…

"I will stay by your side, please sleep peacefully."

The watchful light of dawn brought him complete relaxation.

This was the first time Tang Qi understood that dreams could be clearly perceived by a person.

He seemed to be immersed in the warm bed of heaven, lifted up by the clouds, letting the afterglow of the setting sun shine on his profile, imbued with a faint warmth.

The angel's fingertips were delicate and smooth, like a nimble fish, gently caressing his neck, then quietly exploring his chest, waist, and thighs.

"Didn't the pastor say we should practice self-control? Isn't this tempting me to sin?"

Tang Qi raised an eyebrow, feeling that Valenne truly deserved to be called the benevolent father of Twilight; the dreamlike gentle paradise even made him want to join the cult.

So he opened his eyes and was about to embrace the angel.

But when he saw the angelic face wrapped around him, he couldn't help but blink:

"Why does this angel look like a succubus?"

(End of this chapter)