A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Because that thing makes people happy."

"One of the basic human instincts is to pursue pleasure, whether physical or mental," Baphomet said before Budbush could even reply.

This annoyed Bud Bush, who was listening nearby.

"You mean this sheet music has the same effect as hallucinogens?" Budbush speculated, following Baffomie's words.

“It’s not that low-level effect,” Baphomet said coldly.

"This is one of the greatest musical scores ever made, far surpassing any hallucinogen."

"But if we have to put it in perspective, the final result is probably similar to that of hallucinogens."

"It's just that the singing is even more irresistible." Bapmeh really liked the sheet music because the effect was very interesting.

It's important to understand that this thing is essentially just sheet music; there's no energy attached to it.

Bhavamsa knew of the existence of the mental world, so the reason this musical score was played out was probably due to the existence of the mental world.

However, this mental world seems rather strange.

The oddity lies in the choice of holder; it seems that these three musical scores do not require a specific holder, but only that the performer can activate the mental world.

Of course, it wouldn't make a difference to tell Bud Bush these things.

"Couldn't this thing be used to control people?"

“Just like poison…” Badbush said happily. If he could control people, he would have a good talk with Baffomi about the sheet music.

"All you need to know is that this is something you can't control."

After hearing Baphomet's words, Budsh's expression changed several times.

When he heard that musical scores could produce hallucinogenic effects, he started thinking about how to use such things to control others.

It should be noted that most of the people who went to listen to Eorz's performances were people of status.

If possible...

“You really have a lot of ideas,” Baffomier mocked Badbusch.

“Well then, farewell.” Baphomet’s cloak billowed, then blocked Badbusch’s view.

The strong winds forced Bud Bush to squint.

When Badbushes opened his eyes, Baphomet had disappeared just like before.

However, after Baphomet left, he left a meaningful message for Budbush.

"There will be a lot to do after this."

"What did you say?" Badbush didn't understand what Baphomet meant, and when he tried to ask further, the other party had vanished without a trace.

"What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?" Budsh stroked his beard, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Tap tap tap." A series of footsteps approached Bud Bush.

But when Bud Bush looked in the direction of the sound, he found a guy he really didn't want to run into.

“Shouldn’t you have been arrested?” Budbush stared in astonishment at Latis standing behind him.

He finally understood what Baphomet meant when he said there would be many things to do afterward.

Baphomet knew all along that Latis was eavesdropping nearby, but he didn't warn Badbusch at all.

He wasn't even worried that Latis would overhear what he was saying to Budbush.

“I knew I was right, what are you up to now?” Latis said to Budbush, gripping the edge of the wall with a stern face.

"I was thinking of just letting it go because of Tiggia."

"But it seems you're exactly the same as you were more than ten years ago, you haven't changed at all."

When Baphomet spoke, he made no attempt to conceal anything, so Latis heard the entire conversation.

Whether it's about sheet music or what Budsh wants to do.

“Wait a minute, there’s no one around here.” Badbush’s sharp eyes immediately spotted the weapon in Latis’s hand.

It wasn't a dagger, but a shard of glass.

Of course, for Bud Bush, there wasn't much difference between the two; both could cut his skin and sever his blood vessels.

Although he looks strong, he is still over fifty years old.

Given that neither of them had received any training, Latis was bound to win, not to mention that the opponent had a powerful weapon.

"So what?" Latis wasn't exactly a hero-worshipper, but when he knew what Budbush was thinking, he knew what he had to do.

Latis’s eyes hardened, especially when he thought that Tiggia might also be among those being controlled.

"That's why I told you to calm down." Bud Bush, with his full beard, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

The other party probably wouldn't listen to anything.

“Tygia!” Budsh suddenly shouted.

Latis was confused by the shout. Why was Budsh calling for Tiggia?

But Latis quickly realized what Budbush was up to.

“Father, haven’t you left yet?” Tiggia stuck her head out of the balcony and looked down.

"Why is she here?" Latis was bewildered. In his memory, Tigia was living here just a few days ago.

"You moved out? Do you think I have to tell you before moving out?" A mocking smile appeared on his honest face.

“It’s you…” Tigia also saw Latis and noticed his murderous aura.

What do you want to do?

"..." Latis looked at Tiggia with a complicated expression.

"You win this time." Besides uttering those harsh words, Latis could do nothing else.

After uttering a harsh remark, he had no choice but to leave.

He couldn't bring himself to let his sister kill this guy right in front of him.

Budsh wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; he really thought he was going to be killed.

"Looks like we'll have to be extra careful around this guy these next few days."

Latis kicked the trash can in front of him away to vent his anger.

Next time, Bud Bush will definitely be more vigilant, and it will probably be much harder for him to get close again, with only two days left until the performance.

What can he do?

He didn't know anyone in this capital city, nor could he find anyone to help him.

"..." Just as he was thinking this, a guy flashed through his mind.

Although Bray was strange, Latis thought he could try talking to the guy.

Compensation doesn't matter; he's already wasted a lot of money, so he doesn't care how much more he wastes.

---

“I didn’t expect you to come looking for me.” Bray looked at Latis standing in front of him with surprise.

He never expected that the other party would take the initiative to contact him.

"You're not wearing any weird clothes this time." Bray glanced at Latis's attire and sighed with a hint of disappointment.

Latis's outfit this time was far too ordinary.

Although he had previously complained that Latis's big black robe was cheesy, after learning that the other party was a guy who loved his sister, he no longer thought it was cheesy, but rather kind of cool.

This is the kind of outfit a brother would wear if he didn't want his sister to recognize him.

Bray understands; it's all to prevent his sister from finding out about him right away, right? They really went to great lengths.

"I'll get caught," Latis muttered.

If he wore that robe, Eric would quickly take him back to the detention center.

No, this time it's probably not just a detention center.

"Really? That's a pity. It's rare that you put so much effort into this." Bray shook his head, feeling very regretful.

Wouldn't my sister find out right away if I did that?

Then I wouldn't be able to calmly talk to my sister about various things.

Thinking about it, Bray began to sigh to himself.

Bray's sigh startled Latis.

"Do you know about Eors' performance?" Latis got straight to the point; if this continued, he would be led astray by Bray's thought process.

"Yes, I'll be working as a security guard at the event the day after tomorrow."

“Don’t let that performance go on,” Latis said bluntly.

"If you can do it, I'm willing to pay any amount."

Why stop it?

"..." Latis hesitated for a few seconds, but finally decided to confess honestly.

He wasn't sure if Bray was reliable, but since he'd already come to him, he figured he might as well explain things clearly, or he'd come for nothing.

“There will be a song during the performance, and if that song is sung... the audience will get hooked.”

“???” Three question marks appeared above Bray’s head.

Do you understand hallucinogens?

"Whoever controls the source of hallucinogens controls those who depend on them," Latis tried to explain in a simple way.

"This song is the same."

“…” Bray stroked his chin, thinking that this layout was a bit outdated.

However, Latis did not pause and continued to speak.

“Budbush is that bastard who wants to control people, and he organized this show,” Latis said in a deep voice.

Because he did not hear the entire conversation between Baphomet and Badbusch, there was a slight discrepancy.

But that's generally how it is.

"And the song being performed was the sixth one, which disrupted the performance before that." Latis had already checked and confirmed that it was indeed the sixth song.

The reason is simple: Latis had heard of all the other songs, but the sixth song was marked with "1".

Bray looked up at the ceiling, thinking things were getting a bit complicated.

Logically speaking, as someone who's indifferent to fame and fortune, he should just tell Eric what's going on at this point, and he doesn't need to do anything.

but...

“I can help you, but you have to promise me one thing.” Bray crossed his arms and stared at Latis.

"Speak," Latis said, already prepared for Bray to make an outrageous demand.

"After I help you, have a good talk with your sister."

“Running away isn’t the solution,” Bray said solemnly to Latis.

"What?" Latis exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s it,” Bray replied seriously, considering it a very serious matter.

---

"So, Mr. Bray, are you planning to come with me to the performance in Eors?" Virginia asked, her fingers interlaced, her face beaming with joy.

She's not only happy now, but also a little shy, blushing.

“Yeah, I’m thinking of getting rid of that venue guard.” Bray nodded; because of Latis, he planned to go into the venue.

It's a bit inconvenient if you're outside the venue.

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful!" Virginia exclaimed excitedly, her words becoming incoherent.

“Your Highness, this is wonderful! Finally, someone can accompany you to the show.” Blanche said with a stern face, pressing Virginia down.