Chapter 19 The narrator is too funny!

Elsie instantly remembered the progress of the Blood Sons' curse. Could it be related to Bernari? Did he know about Kaelin?!

She looked into Bernard's eyes, but Bernard only glanced at her before turning his gaze to York.

With Bernardi's arrival, the banquet officially reached its climax.

Firi seemed to have rarely experienced such a grand occasion; she excitedly hugged Elsie and walked around the food court.

But for her, who had already experienced the trials of modern society, these were nothing more than...

These sausages are made of pure meat, aren't they?

"Holy crap? Zun Du is fake?" Elsie exclaimed in surprise.

...

Aize and Worson arrived at the center of the banquet, where they chatted with the dean about what they had done during the holidays.

"Oh, it seems Aize's vacation was quite long." Dean Xinglan patted Aize on the shoulder and praised him.

"It seems you took my advice. How's life as a mercenary?"

"Haha, it's terrible." Aize scratched his head: "Sometimes I work for a whole month and only get a pitiful amount of silver coins."

“I’m sure you showed your title to those unscrupulous clients,” Walson mocked.

As if Watson had hit the nail on the head, Aize looked away sheepishly.

At that moment, Bernard also walked towards them with York.

“Mr. Bernard, I believe you have already been to Orwick City. How was it?” Dean Xinglan asked.

“That’s bad, the goblins are indeed gathering,” Bernard said truthfully. “I haven’t found any trace of the Goblin King; he’s hiding too well.”

"But I discovered the goblin's elite army. If I had another three months, assassinating the Goblin King wouldn't be impossible."

Aize's expression changed slightly.

“Unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to here. You’ve all heard about my beloved student, Karin. That girl has been running around everywhere and has disappeared without a trace,” Bernard sighed.

"I'm not entirely at ease with her, and you wouldn't want to see my entire legacy lost after my passing, would you?"

Dean Xinglan nodded in approval.

"I still recommend that Locke City accept the refugees from Orwick City."

Bernarry said, "If it's just about providing refugees with about six months of accommodation, it's not impossible for Duke Alcardo to stop the goblins with his strength."

Everyone looked at York, who hesitated for a moment. He then summoned Lord Alan, who, despite being the lord, still held York and the others in awe.

“This is quite a difficult situation for you all!” Alan hesitated. “As you know, Locke City is only a medium-sized city. If we accommodate people from Orwick City, it will inevitably drag down our economic chain.”

"Unless the Tilan family is willing to bear our financial losses, I am afraid I cannot help you."

Aize glanced at Bernari, but before he could speak, Bernari preemptively placed a golden compass in Alan's hand.

"Is this compass valuable enough?" Bernard asked.

Aize nodded, then froze, "Holy crap, when did Bernari take the compass?!"

He touched his pocket, his face filled with shock...

Alan frowned, examining the intricate compass before glancing at York, who held up three fingers.

Alan then changed his tune, saying, "Yes, but it depends on their attitude."

"Whose face are we looking at?" Bernard asked, puzzled.

"The buyer's expression," Alan said, head bowed.

Bernard took a breath and put his hand on Alan's shoulder: "I'll step in, return a compass, and save the victims of the Orwick City disaster. Is this the best thing I can do that I have to depend on the buyer's attitude?"

“Mr. Bernard, you don’t understand. The interests involved here are not simply buying and selling…” Alan’s fingers trembled as he pointed to the top of his head, alluding to the King.

Considering his connection to the royal family, Bernardi placed another Imperial Medal of Honor into Alan's hands.

Is this enough?

"Enough, but you have to kneel."

"I have to kneel?!" Bernardi was shocked.

"No! No!" Alan changed his tune: "They're kneeling, they're kneeling!"

"And your complexion?" Bernard asked again.

Alan took a breath and said, "We still need to see."

"I'm already kneeling, and you still expect me to be subservient?!" Bernardi glared.

“No, it’s not you kneeling!” Alan reassured Bernard.

The people around them exchanged glances and smiled.

Bernard closed the distance between himself and Alan, and quietly drew his hidden blade.

"This, plus this, and this, will it work?" Bernard laid out the medals, compass, and hidden blade one by one.

Alan: "It's possible, you can stand up!"

Bernard: "He's up again?"

“You’re standing, and he’s kneeling!” Alan added.

"And your complexion?"

“With this…” Alan touched his hidden blade: “Why are we still looking at each other’s expressions?”

And so, this matter was settled in such an absurd way!

...

The banquet band had arrived, and the musicians played their instruments while young men and women danced together in the center of the stage, expressing their feelings for each other.

Bernard had something to do, so he and Alan left early.

Firi hugged Elsie and moved closer to the center, gazing at the dazzling stage, lost in thought.

Is this a measurement of the distance between commoners and nobles?

At this time, Dean Xinglan, led by Aize, met with Elsie.

"A very good child, worthy of the Tiran bloodline." Xinglan touched Elsie's arm, her brows furrowing slightly, but then she relaxed after a moment's thought.

“The Imperial Knight Academy recently established a new elite class. I can arrange Elsie’s enrollment and ensure her safety as much as possible.”

"Then I'll leave it to the Dean." Aize said respectfully.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Bernard is interested in becoming an honorary tutor for our department. He might occasionally give a few classes, and I don’t think you’ll miss it,” Xinglan reminded her.

The conversation between the two gradually drifted away from Elsie, and Elsie lost interest in listening further.

As the dinner party ended, Firi took Elsie back to her room to rest, but she wasn't sleepy at all in Firi's arms.

Even though you can't do anything right now, Karin is still free, okay?

"Huh? What do you mean?"

I've got some short stories here, would you like to hear them?

Elsie nodded.

[An interesting little episode has emerged amidst the flames of war in the south of the continent: someone from the ancient Tilan family has spotted a Black Knight. As a guard of the Demon King, does this signify the second rise of the Demon race?]

[Ding! Congratulations, your Continental Legendary Status +1]

"Yeah, right! This thing is useless!" Elsie knew, of course, that the Black Knight was Karin.

When Azer returned, he already complained about the Black Knight who saved them. Although he talked about fighting against the forces of darkness all his life, his words were full of "admiration".

So, should we prevent Karin from going out for a walk?

"..."

no!

Who said it would hold a grudge for life over repaying kindness with enmity?!

Who is it?

【I? 】

"You're the one who's shouting the loudest!"

[Who cares! Let's get Karin out there and crush them!!! \\(≧▽≦)\/]