Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 5, Chapter 5

Chapter Five: The alluring dance of the beauties

. I shouted with all my might, but I didn't know if she heard me. I was about to shout again, but with a sudden, forceful sway, I felt as if I had fallen into an abyss. Cold sweat broke out all over my body. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself sitting on some steps.

The surrounding scenery was very familiar... of course, because this was where I had lived for over twenty years, the backyard of the Farrell family's Earl's mansion.

The bright moon hung in the sky, completely unlike the midday I had just seen. The exhaustion I felt throughout my body was as if I had just woken from a long dream. Recalling what had just happened, I couldn't help but feel somewhat confused. ...Was it all just a dream?

But everything that happened in my memory felt so real, completely unlike a dream. How could it be a dream? Moreover, Phoenix made me use a wish; could what I got in return just be a wet dream? Although... that wet dream was indeed quite enjoyable. And it was unforgettable, but if I had known it was just a dream, I definitely wouldn't have let that little Leng Linglan get away with it...

Just as I was regretting and complaining, I waved my hand and suddenly realized I was holding a scroll. Looking at it in the moonlight, I saw the words "Nine Deaths Evil Technique" written on it, clearly a martial arts manual. As far as I could remember, the Nine Ghost Eagle Demon seemed to have practiced this secret technique of Ishtar. In other words, this was the one I retrieved from the corpse of the Nine Ghost Eagle Demon after going back in time.

To confirm this, I opened the inner pocket of my shirt. The bright yellow amber luster immediately illuminated my vision, it was the yellow crystal from Famit's legacy; I reached into my left pocket and took out the wet cloth I had touched, the red and white stains were the underpants that recorded Huamei's defilement. These pieces of evidence told me that what had just happened was not a dream, but the most real thing in the past.

So now I know everything that happened to Sister Yueying and Sister Longnu twelve years ago.

These things are truly unbelievable. Even having experienced them firsthand, many aspects still leave me in awe of the cruel twists of fate, and the mysteries of cause and effect are simply unimaginable.

Having learned the truth, I'll set aside the unexpected encounter with the Dragon Girl for now; I must find Yueying immediately and explain everything.

I stood up from the steps, just in time to hear hurried footsteps approaching. Turning around, I saw a beautiful figure with her chest heaving violently, and a black panther running quickly behind her. I knew it was my foolish apprentice, Xue. Although it had only been two days since I last saw her, it felt like years had passed; I missed her terribly.

"Ah Xue?"

"Master, where have you been these past few days? Why are you still here? The banquet has been going on for half an hour. Uncle Mao has been waiting for you for a while and just got in his carriage and left. He told me to tell you to go to the Golden Bird Inn immediately if I see you. Also, Miss Zhizhi just delivered two sets of clothes that you ordered..."

Ah Xue appeared at the end of the corridor, with Violet at her feet. I really wanted her to rush over and hug me tightly as usual, to enjoy the satisfying feeling of her large breasts embracing me. But she stopped at the entrance of the corridor and looked at me in surprise.

"Master, your bird... and what you have in your hand..."

After saying a few words in surprise, two red clouds appeared on Ah Xue's face, and she said in a shy and reserved voice, "No wonder I couldn't find you. So you were secretly hiding here, playing with that rotten bird... Really, if you want it back, you can come to me..."

Looking down, I understood why Ah Xue's expression was so strange. Returning from the past, my attire remained unchanged. My lower body was still naked, without pants, and my genitals, neither soft nor hard, swung like a pendulum. In my right hand, however, I held something clearly women's underwear. Anyone who saw this would immediately think of something similar… a man secretly masturbating in the garden with underwear!

I've never been a gentleman, so even if I did such a thing, it wouldn't be a big deal, and I wouldn't worry about Ah Xue seeing it. However…

“Idiot, how many times have I told you not to call my thing a rotten bird!”

“Ouch! Master, you hit me on the head again…”

During the time I returned to the past, time in this world continued, and it seemed to have even exceeded that time. So, the celebration banquet, which was supposed to be held in a few days, had already begun.

Originally, this banquet had nothing to do with me, but I had received news that the President and President of the Golden Flower Federation had a very tight schedule. Once the celebration banquet was over, they would be heading home. So, if I didn't hurry to see Yueying and explain everything, I would miss my last chance to keep her, repeating the regret of twelve years ago.

But… even if I did meet her, what should I say to her?

“Pedophilia isn't a big deal. Actually, I'm a pedophile too, and I even had an erection with your sister once, so don't worry about it… let's be a pair of perverted lovers!”

Based on my experience from this past trip, these words seemed quite realistic, but I always felt they wouldn't work. To untangle Yueying's knot, I needed something stronger and more effective…

What should I do…?

I frowned, deep in thought, still without a conclusion, when the carriage hurriedly took me to the inn. I hastily dressed in my formal attire, barely having time to comb my hair, only adjusting my bow tie before rushing towards the gate.

"Nephew, you've finally arrived! That's wonderful! You've been missing for two days, we were frantic with worry looking for you!"

Mao Yan'an, still dressed as a wandering knight, stood at the entrance of the inn, surrounded by a group of sexy maids in revealing off-the-shoulder dresses chatting. Seeing me, he waved and greeted me, then followed me into the brightly lit inn.

"Where have you been these past few days?"

"It's a long story, and you might not believe it even if I told you. I'll explain later!"

I replied casually, pulling him along through an archway adorned with hundreds of flowers. We politely declined the maids' offers of wine, and under the illumination of hundreds of crystal chandeliers of different colors, we walked along the silver stone path through the garden. Just as we crossed the garden's arched bridge, a flock of startled white doves took flight, their snowy feathers fluttering, showcasing the grandeur of the banquet.

This banquet celebrated the official establishment of the League of Nations, a momentous occasion both historically and practically significant, sure to be remembered in history. Therefore, the Ministry of Imperial Affairs, responsible for its preparation, spared no expense, from the elaborate lighting to the exquisite dishes served—all rare treasures seldom seen by ordinary people.

The banquet adopted the formal ball style of the Golden Flower Federation, with everyone dressed in formal attire. My 10,000-cavalry commander's uniform was of the standard military design: a sky-blue overcoat, crisp white trousers, a crimson lion-patterned belt, and tassels on the shoulders and chest crafted from pure gold and adorned with the commander's medals—quite striking and imposing.

Originally, to further emphasize their power, some noble-born military officers would also carry swords. A weapon crafted by a renowned foundry is often a symbol of status. Of course, a weapon forged by a master craftsman is even more likely to become the envy of everyone at a banquet. However, such security-conscious banquets don't allow people to bring weapons. Even if they could, I wouldn't have the money to buy new attire; even my formal wear was sponsored by Ryan privately.

Mao Yan'an didn't change into formal wear, still wearing his red robe of a wandering knight. He claimed it was because he couldn't afford a ritual eye, but I privately suspected otherwise.

"By the way, something happened while you were gone. Princess Leng secretly led an army to raid an Istan stronghold, rescuing several girls who had been raped but not killed, killing several Istan mages, and finding a large number of leaflets."

"Leaflets?"

“Yes, it’s covered in a bunch of disgusting scandals, printed in the exact same style as Lady Yueying’s scandal report last time… It was a close call! If Narcissus hadn’t been in seclusion these past few days and hadn’t been keeping quiet, these mages wouldn’t have received the activation order, and those scandal reports would have been distributed again.”

Mao Yan’an explained to me that because Narcissus had been staying indoors these past few days, Leng Linglan took advantage of the peace agreement being reached and the enemy’s vigilance being relaxed, and launched a surprise attack on the Ishtar people’s base hidden in the city. They discovered these reports, and besides rescuing the kidnapped citizens and killing several enemy experts, thus blunting the enemy’s morale, they also indirectly confirmed that the Ishtar people were the masterminds behind the last scandal incident.

“The Ishtar people? No… it was the demons who did it?”

Hearing the truth, I was somewhat bewildered. It certainly made sense; the Ishtar people had the motive and ability to do such a thing. But then… didn’t I wrong Phoenix last time? Although demons are cunning and treacherous, and it's their own fault for being wronged, but...

"Well, it's good that we were able to intercept them; it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."

"What's so lucky about it? This time, the main target was the political figures of Alibuda, including His Majesty the King's pedophilic tendencies. Unfortunately, it also includes you... They say your achievements on the battlefield were all achieved through despicable means, not only abusing prisoners but also raping other men's wives and daughters... Originally, no one should have known about these scandals because Leng Linglan's raid on the Ishtar people was classified as top secret. I only heard about it from Xin Deng. But since yesterday, other people's scandals have been destroyed, but your scandals have spread throughout the streets and alleys. I don't know who is spreading them."

"Hmph!"

Who else could it be? Only Leng Linglan has the ability to do such a thing. It's karma, and it's coming fast. I only bullied her a little in the past, without even getting a chance to do anything, and as soon as I returned to the modern world, she gave me such a terrible beating. This bitch... even if we don't consider that we're childhood sweethearts, she should at least consider the face of my risking my life for the country!

Many survivors of the Battle of Martinles were unable to keep secrets, and with the power of the Ishtar intelligence network and the divination assistance of the mage team, uncovering these secrets wouldn't be difficult. It's easy to imagine how uncomfortable it will be for me to appear in public at this time, facing the cold stares of the crowd. Worse still, I don't care about the impact on my personal reputation after Leng Linglan's actions; if Yueying develops a prejudice against me, then…

hey, maybe that's Lenglan's real intention.

"Sigh, what a pity…"

As we were about to enter the main banquet hall, Mao Yan'an suddenly sighed, indicating that because he was waiting for me, he might have missed the opportunity to witness the spectacular performance of the Zhu Mofang Opera Troupe's star performer—Narcissa's only public appearance in several days.

His reminder immediately brought to mind that Narcissus had promised to dance at this banquet. She was not only the chief priestess of Ishtar but also a renowned dancer, her beauty and grace unparalleled. News of her performance had been scrambling to come and witness it; it would be a shame to miss it.

The music in the main hall suddenly intensified, the dance seemingly beginning. Mao Yan'an and I quickened our pace, rushing into the hall to witness an unforgettable scene.

Hundreds of guests were gathered, their gazes fixed on the red curtain at the front. Soft music filled the air as the curtain, adorned with magnificent decorations, slowly rose.

Just as it reached its peak, the orchestra's music abruptly shifted, a powerful rhythm reminiscent of clashing metal. The lights in the front row of the banquet hall suddenly blazed on, releasing a magical, icy smoke effect. A figure stepped out gracefully, dancing lightly. A finely woven yellow scarf, shimmering with dazzling light and adorned with scattered diamonds, moved with the figure.

From afar, the scarf appeared to rise and fall, fluttering to the rhythm of the music. The figure behind the scarf, however, appeared and disappeared intermittently, completely concealed behind the scarf by the swirling magical smoke.

The music grew increasingly intense, and the scarf's dance became more fluid. Just as all the audience's attention was captivated by the hazy, ethereal scene, the music reached its peak, a powerful note suddenly erupting! The scarf then flew into the air and shattered into countless dazzling yellow threads, as if a golden rain was falling on the stage, contrasting with the lingering white mist. In the hazy, shimmering light

, a figure suddenly appeared within the golden rain.

The first thing that caught my eye was that shimmering, blood-red purple hair, set against the golden rain, possessing an air of mystery and depth.

Layers of lace ribbons bound her hair into a ponytail, both ornate and lighthearted. Beneath the flowing, crimson hair was a beautiful face with a half-smile, eyes that held a bewitching allure.

(That's… Narcissus?)

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, I found it hard to believe that this was the same enchantress with whom I had clashed privately several times, resorting to every cunning trick in the book. Her

focused and earnest expression revealed her complete immersion; to the rhythm of the music, her slender limbs moved in one graceful pose after another. This dance and music seemed to be telling a story, but my knowledge was too limited to fully comprehend it, nor could I, like Mao Yan'an, watch and clap along. I could only concentrate on the stunningly beautiful dancer.

Her wheat-colored skin shimmered with a soft glow, generously displayed to the audience beneath the sheer veil. A jeweled corset, adorning her ample breasts, was both sexy and daring, covering less than a quarter of them yet revealing most of her rounded flesh. Though partially concealed by the veil, it bounced and swayed with each movement, filling the air with anticipation.

A thin gold chain, adorned with seven-colored gemstones, swayed with a serpentine rhythm, its seven-colored gemstones shimmering and captivating with the mysterious undulations of her waist.

(This is deadly! Such a graceful waist-twisting dance, like a beautiful, moving snake... Hmm... this dance has an incredibly alluring quality. Could it be some kind of dark magic hidden within?)

A skilled dancer typically possesses long, slender limbs and exceptional flexibility, and Narcissus perfectly embodies these qualities. Especially when she arches her back with powerful, complex movements, performing difficult, continuous spins, her entire body transforming into a dazzling cloud, the captivating beauty is truly indescribable.

Pure gold, adorned with exotic patterns and inlaid with emeralds, rubies, and sapphires, snake-shaped decorations are wrapped around her wrists and ankles, complemented by four ribbons of different colors, yet perfectly matched, tied to her gracefully curved hands and long legs. With her seemingly slow, yet subtly surging rhythm, she dances like a thousand butterflies.

And driving this extraordinary rhythm... Yet it was still her buttocks.

Those intense yet graceful, exaggerated yet coordinated movements, all conveyed rhythm and cadence through the swaying of her shapely hips. And in the most mysterious part of her body, there was only a small piece of fabric covered in thin lace, held together by a delicate thread. And on this thread, eight vibrant peacock feathers swayed rhythmically behind her hips, drawing all attention to the tiny thread.

The vigorous swaying of her firm, round hips, beads of sweat seeping from her smooth, wheat-colored skin, trickling down her shapely hips to her thighs. Every captivating movement drew the attention of the entire audience. The rapid music, the brisk and energetic dance moves, the youthful, muscular physique—all performing sensual acts—made me clearly hear the panting of the nearby male guests, their hearts pounding, their eyes gleaming with passionate desire, completely captivated by Narcissus's allure.

(Well, looking at beautiful women has its advantages. At least I'm less affected now. Otherwise, if I got an erection in public like these bastards next to me, what would become of the Farrell family's reputation?

That being said, to avoid embarrassing myself, I had to shift my gaze away from her trembling, round breasts, her slender waist that swayed from side to side, and her half-naked, shapely buttocks that were sometimes hidden by peacock feathers. I also dared not look at her soft body as she made all sorts of difficult bending movements. I focused my gaze only on Narsas's beautiful face.)

Perhaps because of her focus on dance, Narcissus completely immersed herself in the role of each song, her original sinister aura vanishing. One moment she was like an innocent young girl in love, the next a pure and flawless angel, her eyes and expressions constantly shifting, sometimes angry, sometimes joyful. From the tears welling in her eyes to the unspoken emotions on her lips, her expressions were ever-changing, never the same, showcasing the myriad charms a woman could exude.

Even without watching her dance, simply admiring her expressions made me feel as if I were watching a masterpiece, a condensation of life's myriad aspects within a short piece of music. With each change in her expressions of sorrow, joy, happiness, and anger, life seemed to fly by, until finally, my deeply captivated mind was left with only one thought.

(…This enchantress…she really is…a very outstanding actress…)

My head was a little dizzy when I suddenly heard a series of enthusiastic applause beside me, so excited it felt like the roof was about to be lifted off. When I came to my senses, I realized the entire ballet had ended. Narcissus gracefully made her exit, disappearing behind the slowly falling curtain. The many male creatures who had been captivated by her alluring dance, whether wealthy merchants or nobles, only a few realized their lapse in decorum and hurriedly tried to cover it up; the vast majority still clapped wildly with erections…it was truly an utterly shameful sight, an international laughingstock.

We're all male creatures capable of erections . I wasn't bothered by the scene, but the other military leader was a different story. The revered Grand Commander Leng Linglan, respected by everyone in Sara City, had a pale face, her eyes flashing with icy killing intent as she glared fiercely at the scene.

Leng Linglan and Narcissus were mortal enemies, and Narcissus's stunning dance at the banquet had undoubtedly made her feel resentful. Seeing her own soldiers make such a spectacle of themselves, her anger was understandable.

I took a glass of wine from the tray of a short-skirted maid and tried to push through the crowd towards Leng Linglan. In the past, I would have avoided her like the plague, but after experiencing this once... After my previous trip, I couldn't resist the urge to revisit the past. However, halfway there, I discovered something quite intriguing.

This banquet was of great significance, perhaps even destined for historical renown. All the nobles and gentlemen present had gone to great lengths to dress impeccably, almost ready to make their grand entrance. But Leng Linglan, who disliked banquets and social gatherings, didn't follow the crowd in her elaborate formal attire. Instead, she stood out in her sharp military uniform, her imposing presence making her stand out like a crane among chickens amidst the elegantly dressed nobles.

Princess Alibuda's dashing attire, while drawing some slight controversy, was enough to make her the center of attention at the banquet. But coincidentally... Ironically, lacking both money and time to dress up, I also attended the banquet in a military uniform. The contrast made us look like we were wearing matching outfits.

I'd only gone halfway when someone noticed, chuckling and whispering, quickly amplifying their voices until they reached Leng Linglan's ears. She glared at me with murderous rage before turning away disdainfully.

It was a disastrous start, but that's been the routine for the past twelve years. I had nothing to say and was about to look for Yueying to see where she was when someone called from behind. Turning around, I saw Mao Yan'an and Xin Deng Jushi.

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! John, your performance this time was absolutely brilliant. Without you, this peace talks would never have succeeded."

After the Heart Lamp Hermit raised his glass to toast me, Ryan, the host of the banquet, also stepped onto the podium to speak.

The dignified President of the Golden Flower Federation, and now the first Chairman of the International Alliance, Ryan Buffett will become the most powerful person on the vast land when the Alliance officially begins operations next February. Looking back at history, he might even be the most influential leader in history, controlling the widest territory.

Standing on the podium, Ryan became the focus of everyone's attention, his blond hair gleaming in the lamplight. Shining brightly, like a majestic golden lion surveying the world, he spoke loudly of his thoughts on the successful establishment of the League of Nations, his love for freedom, equality, and peace, and his commitment to dedicating himself to making the world a better place.

His speech was eloquent yet composed, occasionally punctuated by a touch of humor. President Lane, standing on the stage, was indeed a great leader. I felt a certain awe, but my mind was elsewhere, preoccupied only with the beauty, Yueying.

Turning my head, I saw Mao Yan'an with Xin Deng, the two enjoying wine and conversation; Narcissus, having finished her dance, did not reappear. I listened to Xin Deng and Mao... Whispers circulated in Yan'an that she seemed bewitched these past few days, barely daring to participate in any activities, and immediately leading her entourage back to the inn after her dance performance.

I was slightly surprised, but finally, in another corner of the banquet hall, I found Yueying, being escorted and protected by Hui Xiuchu. She wore a gorgeous yet elegant pale yellow evening gown, like a beautiful autumn cherry blossom, blooming serenely in the quietest corner, accompanied by a cold and aloof sword orchid, talking intimately with her sister, Leng Linglan.

His Majesty the King, the father of these two beauties, was currently standing on the stage, receiving various compliments with Ryan, using the opportunity to elevate himself... I was already quite a sight. Yueying and Leng Linglan stood together, naturally becoming the center of attention. But they were so engrossed in their conversation that they seemed completely unaware of my presence. I hesitated, wondering if I should interrupt them, but a handsome figure beat me to it, arriving beside Yueying and Leng Linglan. It was none other than the second prince of Solancia—Lunfeier.

Lunfeier was already a dashingly handsome man, and in his magnificent attire, he exuded even more grandeur. Standing next to Leng Linglan, the two of them, a perfect couple, shone brightly. I was annoyed and about to rush over to speak to Yueying when Ryan suddenly spoke up on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for the historic success of this international alliance, I must especially commend one person."

Ryan said, actually stepping down from the podium himself, amidst the astonished gasps of the crowd. He approached me, patted me on the shoulder, and loudly announced my achievements to the assembled dignitaries and nobles from various nations. His words were full of praise, and he even lauded me as a permanent honored guest of the Golden Flower Federation.

Such high-level attention and treatment, even surpassing that given to our king, elicited gasps from the crowd with every word Ryan spoke. Even our supposedly "ambitious and talented" Emperor turned pale, his face alternating between ashen and ashen. It seemed that with this achievement overshadowing the emperor, my future career path was destined to be very exciting.

I understood Ryan's reason for helping me so much: I had just been tricked by Leng Linglan, resulting in a military scandal. If things were deliberately manipulated by someone… a malicious bitch, it wouldn't just be a disgrace, but could even lead to a military trial. Therefore, Ryan preemptively praised me, using his own reputation and authority to back me up. This gesture made it difficult for Alibuda to cause me trouble.

I was grateful to him, but these actions seemed to have little effect, because when I stepped into the crowd after bowing, they actually parted to make way for me. It wasn't out of respect, but simply because they didn't want their clothes to get dirty from the trash. From their eyes, I understood perfectly well that no matter how effective Ryan's praise had been, in the eyes of these nobles and generals, I was just a lucky rat clinging to life, only kept in check by the Golden Flower Federation.

When I reached a food table and took a sip of mead, I was surprised to be disturbed by some strangers. I didn't recognize either of them, but one of them, a pretty young woman, turned out to be a reporter from the city's top newspaper, who had infiltrated to ask for my opinion on the scandal.

I ignored her and called security to have the two reporters driven away. Surprisingly, the rather attractive young woman was quite spirited; she continued to shout at me as she was dragged away.

"As a dignified commander of ten thousand cavalry, receiving the king's salary, you should uphold the code of chivalry and be a model for all soldiers. But you use despicable means in battle, raping other men's wives and daughters, poisoning and framing them, and afterwards cruelly mistreating all the prisoners and selling them into slavery. How are you any different from the brutal Ishtar people? Do you know how many people died on the road being sold? Don't you have parents and sisters? You beast! You will surely be punished!"

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