Chapter 532 - 478 : The Wind (1/2)
In a rowdy tavern, there stood a bard happily singing and chugging ale from time to time. He wore a green and violent costume and looked out of place, nonetheless, everyone in this place appreciated his famous poems and engaging melodious voice.
”Sing with me, my dear invitee!
The story of a conflicted man,
Never honest, and always bland
Protecting love, never grand
Uncaring of the moving sand
Not bothering with the unseen hand.”
A long while later, the bard left the tavern, humming and caressing his precious lute. The poet walked for a dozen meters before his path was blocked by someone wearing a jet black armor, a pale-faced youth, to be more precise.
”Ah! If it isn't grumpy boy!”
The bard, Aneirin, flashed a smile at Leiu and loudly greeted him, not behaving respectfully or showing fear. Unlike the rest, he and the Nameless Knight were old acquaintances, furthermore, he was a troubadour, harmless, only seeking the thrilling mysteries. Back in the past, he traveled with Leiu to forgotten lands and sealed tombs, looting priceless treasures and discovering shocking revelations.
”Do you have some time?”
Leiu, his face still expressionless, talked to the energetic Aneirin.
”I always have time for you. Come, let me buy you a drink.”
The bard dragged Leiu to a relatively quiet restaurant and ordered some food and win. Once the table was filled with plates, the bard started devouring everything while gazing at the motionless and silent youth.
”So, what brings you to this far away land?”
”I want you to tell me a few things.”
”What things? As far as I'm aware, you know everything I know.”
Seeing the bard's honest expression, Leiu chuckled and retorted: ”Not quite.”
A frown appeared on Aneirin's face as he stopped munching the food, wiped his oily mouth then said:
”If you want to know about normal things then I can talk all day but you very well know that I've made a few oaths about certain matters and divulging anything about them will break my voice. Literally.”
”Don't worry, it isn't about them.”
After Leiu's confirmation, the bard breathed a sigh of relief, drank some wine then focused back on the armored youth sitting opposite of him.
”I want you to recount your experiences with him.”
”Him? Who's him?”
”Zodiak.”
Aneirin's brow creased as he heard that name. He tilted his head, pondered for a few moments before asking:
”I thought you were on bad terms with him. Why are you suddenly so curious?”
The Nameless Knight shrugged and answered: ”Maybe I was wrong about him… who knows.”