Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 2 Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: Eastern Culture

"Ugh..."

"Little brother!"

"Ugh...ugh..."

I woke up coughing and gagging, almost choking and passing out again. Luckily, I had already expelled most of what was coming out, so now I was just dry heaving, enduring the discomfort that felt like my stomach was turning inside out.

In my hazy state, I seemed to see something, as if I were being held tightly by several people, my limbs immobile, unable to even struggle; a hand, whose hand I didn't know, was covering my mouth and nose, preventing me from crying out for help; and in front of me seemed to be something I didn't want to see, but was being forced to look at. My mind was a jumbled mess, breathing was difficult, and my heart seemed to be screaming something frantically, but I couldn't hear anything clearly, only that nauseating feeling that felt like it was crushing my entire body, wave after wave assaulting my reason.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Fortunately, a soft, white hand comforted me just in time, gently patting my back to calm my violent coughing and vomiting, pulling me back to reality. As the scene before me cleared, I saw the woman who had been watching over me the whole time.

"Sister...sister? You've been watching over me the whole time?"

"Lie still. Master Xin Deng said your internal injuries are quite severe. Although he used the Meditation Seal to help regulate your internal energy, you still need to rest for two days."

Yue Ying tied her long hair up with a ribbon, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her snow-white arms, and fetched water from the basin beside her to wash my face. Her skillful and nimble movements evoked a long-lost sense of nostalgia, as if I had returned to the time when she was still unmarried, taking care of me when I had caught a cold and fever, staying by my bedside day and night without sleep.

"Sister, my mouth is so dry..." "

Is your chest feeling any better? You can drink water if your breathing is easier. Drink this tea slowly, don't choke. I've also made you some soup; drink that first, then lie down and sleep for another day to recharge."

A faint smell of blood emanated from Yueying, the result of me spraying it on her clothes before I fainted. From her disheveled hair and sweaty face, it was clear she hadn't fared well while I was unconscious. Only after I regained consciousness did her tightly furrowed brows relax into a smile.

When I choked on my tea and coughed, she gently patted my back, and I noticed that Yueying's palm was indeed emitting a soft white light. The discomfort in the areas touched by this light immediately lessened. When the coughing stopped, I grasped her palm in surprise and asked her why she used a recovery spell.

"Having stayed in the Golden Flower Federation for so long, I've had many opportunities to visit the Cihang Jingdian. Ryan suggested I learn some self-defense techniques, but I'm... clumsy and can't learn any advanced martial arts, so I'll learn some light magic to care for people. Don't laugh, I know I'm not talented in this area..." "

Silly sister, learning light magic doesn't depend on talent. Only those with exceptional talent but impure hearts can practice their whole lives and still not achieve anything."

Yueying seemed quite embarrassed about her clumsy use of recovery spells, and kept telling me not to tease her about it. I, on the other hand, found it amusing, because over 70% of light magic relies on borrowing power from the gods. If one's heart isn't pure enough and one isn't willing to spend a lot of time practicing, then even after borrowing for half a day, one will only get a fart. Therefore, there are countless examples of people who fail in cultivating light magic and turn to dark magic, but Yueying... she seems to have quite a talent in this area.

Thinking about it, it's funny. Why would I have such associations with such a beautiful, goddess-like sister in my dream? What darkness? What dark clouds? Such needless worry is utterly laughable.

"Master Xin Deng says your condition is very strange, unlike anything he's ever seen before. He needs to think carefully before prescribing the right remedy. Until then, you should rest peacefully and not rush into practicing."

"Go away! He promised you'd be fine beforehand, but now he's spouting this hindsight nonsense. Everything he says is just talk..."

"Actually, I also bear some responsibility. If I hadn't encouraged you to try, you wouldn't be in this state."

"It's an old problem. I've had it since I was a child. Every time I try to practice, I vomit blood and become completely disoriented, then I'm sick for a while, making my body weaker and weaker until I finally have to give up."

This time, the fact that I woke up so quickly shows Master Xin Deng's skill; otherwise, I would have been unconscious for at least three days. But this rejection seems to only apply to the Xuanwu True Skill. Otherwise, why was I fine practicing the Beast King Fist in the Southern Barbarian Lands? However, I always remembered how I would vomit everything I practiced as a child, even my genius but eccentric father was helpless, which is why I gave up martial arts...

"Strange, when I took care of you before, although you were always lazy and playful, unwilling to learn your uncle's skills, I don't remember you having this illness."

"Who knows, it's been too long, I only have a vague impression of many things from that time, I can't remember."

For a moment, Yueying showed a faint sadness. I wasn't sure, and wanted to ask again, but she had already gotten up to get the soup. I was a little confused, wondering why she was so sad. Had I said something wrong? Or... had Yueying remembered something?

Forgotten... did Yueying remember the man who broke his promise to her? The knight who failed to protect the princess?

This thought made me quite unhappy, and when Yueying brought the soup, I sipped the thick and bitter broth, even though Yueying was right in front of me, I couldn't feel happy at all, and instead choked a little.

"Cough, cough..."

"What's wrong? Did you choke? Are you alright?"

Yueying hurriedly leaned over, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently patted my back, completely unaware of the glimpse of her exposed chest.

From her drooping neckline, I saw a patch of snow-white breasts, her full breasts encased in a bra. I adjusted my angle slightly; the slightly oversized bra couldn't conceal her fair breasts, which were completely exposed from my vantage point.

Seeing this beautiful sight, my lust was aroused, but just as I was about to steal a kiss, Yueying noticed and deftly moved away, completely avoiding the view.

"Little brother."

Yueying's scolding made me abandon my burgeoning desires. After all, what could I say besides bowing my head and admitting my mistake when faced with a woman earnestly admonishing me to take care of my health and not to indulge in fleeting pleasure?

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, before I even had a chance to question Axue and confirm what had happened the day before, Mao Yan'an came to pick me up for work, explaining some things along the way.

Regarding the order to master martial arts within three days, His Majesty will not summon me to the palace for further questioning. This is because Mao Yan'an has taken on the responsibility of handling the aftermath, and last night he persuaded the Hermit of the Heart Lamp to personally enter

the palace to explain to His Majesty that due to physical limitations, I had failed in my martial arts training. A high-ranking figure from the Palace of Light personally visited the palace, and our spineless king nearly prostrated himself from head to toe. In the end, the Hermit of the Heart Lamp was forced to stay, explaining the principles of health preservation to His Majesty and receiving a state banquet in return.

Furthermore, the most pressing matter today is the surprise attack from Solancia.

Solancia's deployment of a strike force within our borders to kidnap a skilled craftsman, if not for the timing, would have undoubtedly caused a huge problem. These elves are not to be trifled with, yet they chose to provoke Leng Linglan. Given this strong-willed woman's fierce personality, how could she not retaliate forcefully?

"Given the current situation… there will probably be a lot of behind-the-scenes infighting for a while. Those elves may seem refined, but they are actually the most adept at these kinds of diplomatic struggles."

Mao Yan'an's assessment was not without merit. The culture of Solancia, like its history, is ancient and enduring. Unlike human history, aside from a few invasions by foreign enemies or crises of world war scale that threatened their survival, they have never experienced internal strife or rebellion. This makes them a remarkably elegant and highly intelligent race.

However, their love of nature and peace does not mean they share the same affection for other humanoid races. Years of open and covert struggles with humans, orcs, and dwarves for survival have honed their skills in using elegant manners to subtly commit despicable acts.

"Even with hands stained with mud, elves are still a hundred times more elegant than humans."

This was Solancia's arrogance. Perhaps the dwarves of Rosetta would grin and laugh, but at least from the perspective of the three great human powers of Alibuda, Ishtar, and the Golden Flower Federation, they really had no right to call elves despicable. This was because behind Solancia's maxim lay another meaning: even if an elf's hands were stained black, they would only be stained with mud, never with blood like humans.

"Anyway, the news I just received is that Solancia... no, Prince Lunfiel is going to hold a public meeting to explain some matters to the various countries."

I replied listlessly, "Oh, Ryan and that bitch Linglan are working hard, finally forcing Solancia to nod. But, will they just spout a bunch of slow-paced, meaningless nonsense at the meeting?"

"No matter what they say, elves always speak slowly and at length, but this time, the biggest contributor to forcing Solancia to nod and abandon the alliance with Ishtar is actually not Ryan and Princess Leng, but you, my dear nephew."

"That was at a heavy price..."

Indeed, if I hadn't appeared there at the right time, those elves might have already completed the kidnapping and left, and even if Leng Linglan knew the enemy's identity, it would have been difficult for her to investigate. Of course,

another possibility is that Zhizhi was forced to use her not-so-superior martial arts skills to fight a battle with an unpredictable outcome, but one that would certainly result in heavy casualties on both sides. But no matter what, it's impossible to force Lunfer out, and naturally, it's impossible to force Solancia into this situation where she can no longer remain hidden.

"If Lunfer doesn't show up, this meeting will drag on, especially since there were reports recently that Solancia had already negotiated with Ishtar to sabotage the meeting..."

"What? Don't they know that this won't benefit them?"

"Sometimes, if people get less benefit, they hope that no one else gets any benefit. If this peace talks succeed, the biggest beneficiaries won't be Solancia and Ishtar."

"But without the combined external force of various countries, Ishtar can't single-handedly overpower the Black Dragon Society and retrieve the stolen technology, can she?" "

The problem is, if they rely on the external forces of various countries to overpower the Black Dragon Society, and then all countries share the spoils, the secrets will be even harder to keep, which is just as unprofitable."

Sometimes, I often think that my thinking is realistic and cruel enough, but in the past month, I have often found that the so-called reality is far crueler than I expected. The cruel reason is not that people make cold-blooded but wise choices for the sake of reality, but that they know the end of this road is a dead end, yet they still happily embrace each other and roll down it; the most helpless thing is that I am powerless to change all of this, and can only watch helplessly as they pull me back, accompanying this group of fools to the end of destruction.

"Isn't it cruel? A formidable enemy is right before our eyes, yet people fight for power and profit for all sorts of reasons, ultimately heading towards destruction."

Mao Yan'an laughed. "Actually, every living being has a tendency towards self-destruction, more or less. Aren't you and Lady Yueying the same? Knowing full well the consequences of such an affair, like moths to a flame, you still couldn't resist doing it. In that respect, you, my dear nephew, aren't much better than those fools."

"Can't you stop reading me so clearly every time? The way you talk makes it sound like you're deliberately watching me die. I'm in a terrible mood right now, so don't provoke me." My

bad mood was a fact. Even when I was in a good mood, I hated the tedious way the elves did things—that refined, slow-paced manner that was wearing down my patience every second.

As expected, as soon as Mao Yan'an and I entered the venue, we saw the high platform plated with a layer of gleaming silver, and the decorations made of intertwined vines without peeling the bark—typical Solancia style, noble without being extravagant. But to me, this elegance always carried a hint of hypocrisy.

The venue was already crowded. The Solancia prince was about to make a significant declaration, but no one knew what he was going to say, which naturally sparked much discussion. The most talked-about topic was information about Lunfiel.

Besides their noble bearing, elves were also known for their mystery, and Lunfiel was Solancia's most enigmatic figure. Since he began to gradually take over Solancia's political affairs, various countries had hoped to make contact with this elven nobleman who was highly likely to become the next king of Solancia. However, contrary to the norm for elven nobles, he rarely attended banquets, was passionate about cultural studies, and frequently traveled and hunted, making it difficult for outsiders to see him.

The Solancia royal family and military maintained an even tighter secrecy regarding the second prince than the eldest prince… or even the king himself. Intelligence agencies from surrounding countries, despite their best efforts to gather information, could only obtain a perplexing piece of intelligence: Lunfiel Granas Stedin was fond of Eastern culture and therefore disliked by his father.

Outsiders initially found it difficult to understand why Solancia kept this second prince so secret. However, three years ago, Solancia, traditionally skilled in archery and magic but always at a disadvantage on the battlefield due to a lack of strong cavalry, suddenly produced the "Swift Wind" cavalry regiment. Under Lunfiel's command, they wiped out the barbarian bandits plaguing northeast Solancia overnight, displaying exceptional military talent. This feat alarmed the surrounding regions, forcing them to be wary of a cavalry regiment composed of elven archers on the battlefield.

When Mao Yan'an and I entered the meeting hall, the buzz of discussion immediately shifted to us. Because Ryan considered us "one of his own," we've been getting very close to him lately, and our status has soared, naturally making us the focus of attention.

In this spirit of gossiping, politicians and paparazzi are really not that different. In fact, several newspapers on the right side have sent people to cover Prince Solancia's public declaration.

"Nephew, guess... no, no need to guess, do you hope that when Lunfiel takes the stage later, he'll announce Solancia's formal entry into this international peace alliance?"

"I don't know, that's Ryan and that bitch Linglan's business, it has nothing to do with me."

That's what I said, but I still hoped things would develop in Ryan's favor. After all, this alliance has dragged on for so long; if the agreement fails, Ryan's position will be affected, which won't benefit Yueying either.

"Prince Lunfil Granas Stedin of Solancia has arrived."

With a long announcement from the elderly master of ceremonies, Lunfil entered through the door, without a single attendant. He walked straight to the gleaming silver platform, his long cloak, as white as snow, trailing on the long red carpet, particularly striking. His handsome face, exuding regal air, stood out like a crane among chickens, becoming the focus of everyone's attention from the moment he appeared.

"Nephew, what do you think? Lunfil is a famously handsome man in Solancia. It's a pity Qing Shu isn't here; otherwise, if the two of them stood side by side, all the women in the audience would scream."

"Yes, after the screams, they'd be torn apart by all the men in the audience. If these two bastards continue to live, where will we find girls? According to evolutionary theory, wouldn't we be eliminated and extinct?"

"Does it matter? When you perform reproductive acts, when do you ever ask the female's consent?"

"That's true."

During the conversation, Lunfiel had already taken to the podium. Mao Yan'an and I exchanged a shrug, bracing ourselves for a long and tedious Elven-style speech. However, the very first sentence we heard was somewhat surprising.

"Distinguished officials and dignitaries from various nations, I am Lunfiel Granas Stedin, the second prince of Solancia and commander-in-chief of the cavalry. I am here today to announce some important news. To avoid taking up too much of your time, let's get straight to the point."

It was unusual; elves were notoriously racist, usually disdaining to speak much with other races. However, once on stage, they often seemed to transform, speaking eloquently and without restraint. Lunfiel's directness was surprising. Was he an oddball among the elves, or was his racism simply too severe?

"I came to Sara from Solancia to inspect the success or failure of the International Peace Alliance. This matter is of great importance. I have been observing for many days but have not been able to make a final decision. However, an incident the other day made me realize my mistake and made my final decision..."

Solancia, one of the five great powers, was about to formally state its position. The entire audience was holding their breath in anticipation, but a few people who knew the inside story seemed quite relaxed, including the leaders of the Golden Flower Federation and Alibuda, who seemed to already know what Lunfiel was going to say.

However, I felt something was strange.

(Strange, the plot to attack the manor was a major scandal for Solancia. Since they decided to cover it up, why mention it again?)

Just as I was puzzled by this question, Lunfiel spoke first, "I think many of you have heard about this matter that influenced my decision, but know little about it. Now I will answer your questions."

(Oh no! This elf prince is going all out!

Before Lunfiel could speak, I had already discerned his intentions, but it was too late to do anything. For the next fifteen minutes, Lunfiel launched into a tirade, like an elf on a podium, revealing the inside story of the recent raid on the manor by the Solancia special forces. At the height of his excitement, he pounded the table, his impassioned manner making it hard to believe he was an elf prince.

These previously unknown details, like silent waves, shocked everyone present. Because the situation was so bizarre, it seemed that no one except Mao Yan'an and I noticed anything amiss.) Now, a dozen or so suspicious-looking men were quietly approaching the podium, their intentions unclear. Judging from their cautious manner, they seemed eager to avoid being discovered by Lunfiel.

I noticed this but didn't want to point it out, because, given the current situation, I would be very happy if this guy were assassinated.

Lunfiel's words weren't merely a simple statement of facts; on the contrary, he angrily denounced the Solancia elves for their depravity, resorting to such despicable means because they couldn't bring back top-tier craftsmen. He also loudly condemned his own incompetence and lack of supervision.

"...If it weren't for my incompetent leadership, the Solancia soldiers wouldn't have done such a thing. This is a fault I cannot shirk."

Lunfiel spoke passionately, and then made an unexpected move. He grabbed the front of his silk shirt with both hands and ripped it open. A row of gold buttons popped off, and the shirt was reduced to shreds, revealing a strong, muscular chest beneath.

"Wow!"

The Elf Prince exposed his chest in public. This wasn't to say he was an exhibitionist; on the contrary, what he revealed caused another uproar.

A ferocious blue dragon, its expression menacing, was vividly tattooed on Renfell's back, starting from his shoulder. Below his muscular chest, a long white cloth was wrapped around his abdomen more than ten times; something seemed to be stuck in the cloth, and judging from its shape, it appeared to be a small knife with a bamboo handle.

The exposed chest, the blue dragon tattoo, the white cloth wrapped around his abdomen, the knife at his waist, combined with his long trousers, easily led us, seasoned travelers, to associate him with something. And his subsequent words further confirmed this suspicion.

"I, Lunfiel, as the leader of the... no, the Gale Knights, have been able to stand firm in Solancia thanks to three things: ruthlessness, loyalty, and a large number of brothers."

As he spoke, Lunfiel seemed to revert to his true self, his face beaming, radiating leadership charisma compared to his previous refined demeanor.

"My failure to properly train my underlings is my fault. When I return to Solancia, I will hold a ceremony, punish them according to family rules, and give the Kingdom of Alibuda an explanation. However, a true man speaks of justice. If anyone tries to use this mistake to extort money from us, I will not yield, nor will I ever work with those who intend to do such a thing. Therefore, I hereby declare that Solancia will be ashamed to join the International Peace Alliance."

His resounding words fully expressed his stance, but the elven prince's rogue image was so striking that, in comparison, not joining the Peace Alliance seemed insignificant.

"Uncle, judging from the current situation, what exactly is this so-called Eastern culture…?"

"Perhaps it's because of the yakuza culture, or watching too many gangster stories."

"You said before... all elves are noble and elegant? Graceful and refined?"

"Elves involved in the underworld are an exception, their lives in the underworld are a big melting pot..."

As if echoing our discussion, Renfell, having explained the whole matter clearly, was about to give his final summary on stage. With a sharp

"clang,"

Lunfiel drew his dagger from his waist, placed his right hand flat on the platform, and said sternly, "Admit your mistakes, stand up straight when you're punished—that's how I've always taught my underlings. Today, because of my poor discipline, my underlings have broken the rules and acted recklessly. To express my apology, I will cut off my little finger as a sign of responsibility."

This wasn't just empty talk; Lunfiel meant it, and the dagger cleaved down his right little finger. A flash of gleaming light—if it weren't for an unexpected turn of events, we would almost have witnessed a bloodbath staining the platform.

Perhaps everyone was stunned into silence, forgetting the group of sneaky individuals lurking below, poised to strike. The instant Lunfiel drew his dagger to cut off his finger, these dozen or so elven knights leaped onto the platform, grabbing their second prince's arm, and a chaotic brawl ensued.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please reconsider!"

"Don't stop me! I'm cutting off my finger as a sign of responsibility!"

"Your Highness, please have some self-respect!"

"Don't stop me!"

"Your Highness!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" The public announcement by the second prince of Solancia stirred up a massive political storm through the communication systems of various countries and the newspapers of Alibuda.

Ordinary citizens were highly interested in Lunfiel's character and actions; after all, since the founding of Solancia, there had likely only been one elf prince with a blue dragon tattoo on his back, a ruthless and extreme style of doing things, and a self-proclaimed leader of a gang.

However, the envoys from various countries still remaining in Sara had to face the changes in the international situation caused by Solancia's statement.

Lunfiel's speech did not merely represent his personal will, but had the political backing of Solancia. Judging from the fact that Solancia itself had not issued any statement, perhaps their king did not like his son's "hobby," but he fully supported his decision.

This sudden turn of events was quite unfavorable for our side… at least for Ryan's side. When Mao Yan'an and I discussed this, he also greatly praised Lunfiel's shrewd and calculating nature.

"...This underworld prince is no simpleton. Although such remarks are typical of his personality and style, he chose the most opportune moment to reveal his true intentions, turning Solancia's disadvantaged position due to the failed attack into a completely reversed one. Heh heh, they were the ones who made the mistake, but now they've become heroes... But why did they dare to take the risk and actively refuse the Golden Flower Federation?"

"Let me answer that."

Mao Yan'an and I were sitting in a rapidly moving carriage when we suddenly heard a voice that didn't belong to us. Then, in a flash, the carriage door opened and closed abruptly, and a person appeared before us. Although he entered with superb lightness skill, his demeanor was very relaxed, as if he had been sitting there all along, talking to us for so long.

"You...you are..."

I couldn't maintain the same composure as Mao Yan'an, because I didn't have sunglasses to conceal my gaze, and also because I couldn't imagine why this third-ranking figure of the Palace of Light, the Heart Lamp Hermit, would force his way into the carriage like this.

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