Throne of Magical Arcana - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: A Farce at Night

Nevertheless, no one ever made a single complaint. Simon, walking ahead of the coach, had already driven away several beasts rushing down from the mountains. This was obviously his responsibility as a guard, but the fact that he beat off the vicious beasts without startling the horses definitely impressed Lucien.

Inside of the coach, since Lucien kept his eyes closed all the time, and Lena was not talkative at all, so Mr. Wise had no one to talk to. Finally, he took out a pile of music sheets from his suitcase to kill his time.

At around seven in the evening, it was getting darker. After talking to Lucien, Simon started to look for a camping site where they could spend the night. Experienced as Simon was, he soon settled on a spot on the lee side of a small hill.

Watching the busy guards walking around and carrying things, Lucien deeply felt the importance of money. If, in the future, he planned to travel on his own, Lucien had better become a middle-rank mage and learn the third circle spell Sorcerer’s Cabin first.

"It is said that, early in the Dark Era, the land here once belonged to a black sorcerer." After hearing the talk between Simon and Wise about the tale of vampire and black sorcerer in this country, Lucien joined them to listen, "And then he was killed by the Church."
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Simon, surprisingly, was actually pretty talkative, "People just love exchanging mysterious and scary things. You know, they’re always ear-catching and they can be used for frightening kids who’re not willing to go to bed at night."

While they were talking, Joanna and Betty were coming back. Their wet hair still dripped a little and was a bit messy. The two ladies, while walking back to the campsite, immediately caught the eyes of the two bards who were camping nearby, and Chris was with them as well.

It was definitely not the first time that something like that happened to Joanna, and she remained quite calm. However, in contrast, Betty was pissed off.

"But they’re not stopping!" Betty’s face flushed, and she glared at the bards with anger, which led to another round of guffaw.

When Simon came in front of the two bards, Chris said to him, "Simon, what’s wrong with my friends singing and playing music here?" Casting a side glance at Simon, Ch

ris said to him, "They’re my friends. You’d better leave us alone."

Simon was a good guard. Knowing that he was still with a commission, Simon knew he should avoid extra trouble at that moment.

On the other side, Joanna was trying to comfort her younger sister, "Betty, they’re just the same as the bastards we met in the tavern before."

Then she paused a bit, as if she was trying to figure out a way to make her point more persuasive, "Mr. Wise, the gentleman with us… He can play way better than them!"

Mr. Wise, however, did not really mind. He nodded gently to show his understanding.

One of them said, "If what you said is true, I’ll apologize to you. But if it’s not, you have to give me some of your personal... goods... for example…" He looked straight at her body and laughed.

Betty felt rather regretful for her own words. Wise might have no idea how to actually play. After all, he mentioned that he was just heading for Korsor to study music.

Lucien looked at Simon on the other side and nodded, giving him a hint with his eyes. Then, Simon’s right hand slowly reached to his sword at his hips.

"I’m not gonna lend you my musical instrument," one of the bards said to him coldly.

When he started to play, the beautiful melody instantly caught everyone’s ear and heart. Wise’s song was full of feelings and every single detail was handled very well.

The face of the bard who made the bet with Betty turned grim. He wished he had picked on the black-haired young man who remained silent over the other side, instead of the one known as Wise.

After seeing Mr. Wise’s talent, both Joanna and Simon became more enthusiastic about talking to the young man, not to mention Betty.

Wise gently nodded and started to play the music piece recomposed by Lucien, which reminded Lucien of his friends in Aalto. He decided to send them a letter through the Musicians’ Association when he arrived in Korsor.

When Wise’s playing ended, dinner was ready. Betty said to Wise directly, "Mr. Wise, if I had not fallen in love with Lucien Evans’ music, I would become your music follower!"

There was an even bigger smile on Wise’s face. After all, Wise regarded the comparison between him and that talented and famous musician as a great honor.

"You were being really modest, Mr. Wise," Lucien said to him, also with a smile, "You played very well."

Deep into the night, almost all of them were sound asleep, except for two people.

The very moment Betty yawned, the shadowy figure immediately jumped to the back side of the coach. It secretly opened the window and swiftly sneaked into it.

He carefully closed the coach window and stood up. A complacent smile appeared on his face. Everyone thought he was a Greatsword Warrior, whereas in fact Chris was an experienced thief, and his short figure helped him a lot at that matter.

As he turned around and looked for Lucien’s sword, Chris was also excited. He knew that the fancy sword was definitely worth a lot. After selling it, he maybe would have enough money to buy a lord title.

However, within the next second, Chris found out that both Lucien and his sword were missing.

When Chris was about to leave the coach, the fancy sword that he was looking for was pressed against his throat.

"My lord! Please forgive me!" Chris realized that Lucien actually had the level of a real knight, or he would not be able to discover his plot.

"Wh… what?" Chris was sweating.

"My… my lord, please forgive me!" Chris burst out a cry, "I have information… information to tell you!!"