Vol 2 Chapter 14 (1/2)

VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 14: THE HERO AND THE REMNANTS OF A DREAM

Editor: Skoll, potatos

The dream had already ended.

An opportunity appears, and then wanders. Wanders without rest, and then returns.

In the end, I had to pay the price for my wonderful past. When I destroyed mankind’s beautiful dream to capture the demons, I needed to destroy my own dream.

I should probably say, that all dreams will end.

According to The Record of the Rise and Fall of Middle Earth, 230 years ago, mankind was unified under one country called Lie.

“The King of Lie went west, subdued the demons, and cleaned up the government. He defended the territory for thirty years, because of his strategy of lying low. In those thirty years, he also raised an army and finally obtained all the land under heaven.”

“Then the King of Lie grew old. He desired the demons’ homeland and dispatched his forces on an expedition. The Sheng King rebelled, and the King of Lie’s dynasty could not recover.”

The one called the Sheng King is Sheng Qiao Yi’s founding emperor.

What the King of Lie sought was a kind of a dream: uniting all the lands, invading the demons, believing his name would be pa.s.sed down to future generations, believing that the unity was permanent. And he gave up his own life for it.

When the good dream was crushed, he was left empty-handed.

Today was the fifth day. Tomorrow, the list of names of the official tour would be released.

At this moment, I was seated at a bar alone, drinking beer. I drew the hood of the cape low enough to cover my eyes and took off my scarf. I sat down at the corner table to drink.

It’s not correct to say that I was alone, because Mademoiselle Phantom was sitting in front of me.

I know she was sitting there, but I couldn’t see her.

Any city will have the flouris.h.i.+ng and the dest.i.tute, these two harsh opposites.  There were royal chancellors as wealthy as a nation, and beggars wandering dest.i.tute on the streets. There were immaculately dressed n.o.bles, and commoners with their s.h.i.+rts full of holes. There was the upper cla.s.s and the lower cla.s.s. This was unavoidable.

Svalundine was the same.

For the upper cla.s.s, all was a celebration and dance, beautiful women being the greatest enjoyment. The flower willow street’s [1. Red-light district] queen of flowers [2. Most famous prost.i.tute] cost up to seven gold coins a night, yet everyday there were lines of guests.

The high-ranking n.o.bles drank at places that were quiet and elegant. Everyone was dignified in manner. Their gla.s.s goblets tinkled melodiously on contact.

The low-ranking n.o.bles drank at places that weren’t just noisy. Every person held exposed beauties to their left and right. While not hiding their hairy hands that stuck into the women’s chests and under their dresses, they would rub their bellies.

As for travellers and heroes, commoners and beggars, they could only go to the small pubs on the street to buy their alcohol.

Fortunately, the subsidiary city, Arsailles, supplied quite high-quality beer. The price wasn’t high, only several bronze coins for a drink.

So, since it was late at night, the small pub was filled with people.

There were rowdy groups of people, and also loners like me drinking on their own.

“f.u.c.king Sheng Qiao Yi. Every year they play at this broken trick. Our taxes shouldn’t be used for this festival. Give that money to your daddy[3. c.o.c.ky way of referring to yourself]. Your daddy won’t be around much longer!”

An iron sword on his back, the approximately thirty year old man took a swig of his beer and then slammed his cup onto the table.”

“Don’t talk so much. If the guards hear you, you’re finished. Recently investigations have become super tight.”

A person at the same table jabbed him with his elbow.

“Don’t let me talk, your daddy wants to talk! Last year that woman came and was crying while walking. What’s the use of that?”