Chapter 742: Fun Is Taught (1/2)
*Poke*
”Wake up!”
*Poke*
”Wake up!”
*Poke*
”Wake— ah, you're up!”
Trilok's gaze was blurred. Even his hearing was woozy as he heard a sharp sound around him. A shrill screech filled with rumbling notes. His chest felt like supporting a liter of lava over it as he found a little troubled while exhaling.
*Pat*
Something, someone, touched his face.
”It's alright. The first time is always bitter,” a chuckle echoed while Trilok saw a dark shadow in front of him. It morphed. The hand patting his cheeks turned cold while the dark shadow formed a face. A face Trilok might never forget in his entire life. Thick, unkempt beard with loose dark hair and a resounding scar running through the figure's left cheek till his collarbone.
He held a staff.
And on that staff was pushed in a blade. He wasn't a spearman, but he still kept a blade over his staff and its edge dripped with blood.
'My... blood...'
Trilok's eyes snapped open and he punched.
”Back off!”
Instead of the familiar integral structure of a face, what Trilok felt was something akin to a padded mitten as his gaze focused on his surroundings once again.
”Hey, hey! It's alright,” a dark-face chuckled as his brown skin glowed warmly under a source of golden light. Trilok revealed a confused expression. The youth in front of him looked a little familiar and checking the information of the man, Trilok recalled.
”Boris?” he inquired.
”You remember me? That's good. Crimson Heaven tends to affect memories of a rare few,” the youth smile and slowly let go of Trilok's fist.
A sharp sting continued to ache Trilok's head as he frowned and looked around. The party couldn't be livelier but he was surrounded by groaning men and women of the ship. The next thing, Trilok glanced towards his right thumb, and seeing the ordinary ring, he sighed in relief.
”What's going on?” Trilok tried to stand but the crouching Boris patted Trilok's shoulder, indicating him to take it slow.
”Carnival's kindness. The amount of Crimson Heaven you snorted is too great in volume for a beginner and it hits you with a bang, unlike the effect of small quantities which truly reveal a crimson heaven and strangely energizes you. Now, you know that this drug has its risk without being the slightest bit addicted to it.”
Boris chuckled while Trilok took heavy breaths. He continued to observe his surroundings and found Henri crouched over Kol, poking her cheeks while trying to wake her up.
”What are you two doing here?”
”I said I'll try to find you, remember?” Boris smiled, ”This is what I meant. Usually, newbies are out for hours, missing the best time of the carnival. We're here to help you up.”
”You're here to help... I was forced away from a sweet, sugary...” Henri didn't finish but he scowled and poked Kol's cheeks, ”Wake up already! If I die, and find your mother, I'll be your stepdad. And how unfilial are you to cockblock your stepdad by sleeping!”
He exclaimed while Trilok sniffed and felt a sweet scent over his nose. The scent of Crimson Heaven.
'Amazing... If I can produce Crimson Heaven and get the community addicted to it... they'll give me any price I want. Or, they would wait for another three years to pass for the Carnival Ship to return.'
Trilok thought internally. But he didn't let business fill his mind. Instead, slapping both of his cheeks, Trilok shook his head and tried standing up again.
”I'm fine, thanks,” he smiled towards Boris who tried to help him up.
”Kol?” Trilok walked over to Kol and thought for a moment, ”If you don't get up soon... your dress will go dirty, you know.”
”Nngh,” She grunted.
”Well, sweet dreams,” Trilok shrugged while Henri looked towards the youth with a surprised expression.
”That's it? You're not going to wake your woman up? What if someone lays hands on her?” Henri inquired.
”Look who's insecure now,” Trilok smirked while Boris chuckled, ”Don't tease Henri too much, man. When he gets annoyed, he becomes a party pooper.”
”I do not.”
”You so do!” Boris retorted while crossing his arms as Henri pursed his lips.
”Fine... maybe I peed over Rhosah. Maybe I shat on the drum once. But those days are behind me!” Henri sighed.
”I plan to nut one out on the person who gets too annoying,” he glanced towards Trilok coldly.
”Fascinating,” Trilok nodded, ”But what I'm saying is, poking doesn't work on Kol. She's a heavy sleeper. Here,” Trilok crouched, placing one palm over Kol's mouth and with other, he pinched her nostrils shut.
*Gnngh*
*Hnnngh*
Kol's eyes snapped open and she instantly jumped up while Trilok retracted his hands. With a glare, Kol shouted at Trilok, ”And to think I said I cared about you!”
Kol flinched and Trilok's gaze turned murky.
The embarrassing declarations flooded their minds and they both grew pale.
Gulping, Trilok and Kol matched each other's gaze before the employer pursed his lips, his right brow lifting up, and his head shaking.
'We won't talk about it again.'
Kol understood what Trilok meant and nodded with a blush. They both said... a little too much and she quickly nodded.
'Of course.'