Alibuda Chronicles Volume 9: Chapter 7 Moonlit Dreams

The sudden turn of events threw the inn into chaos. Before I could even defend myself, I was overpowered and subdued by the frantically attacking guards, forced to surrender. All I could hear was His Majesty the King's furious roar.

Just when things seemed to be spiraling out of control, a gentle, calm voice suddenly eased the tense atmosphere.

"Please stop. Gentlemen, please calm down. General Farrell is a hero of Alibuda. I believe he has no ill intentions. There must be some hidden reason behind this. Could you please give him a chance to explain?"

Without that, I would probably have been dragged away and directly punished. The moment I heard that, I shuddered, not only because of this seemingly life-saving statement, but also because the familiar voice resonated with my memories.

It was as if someone gestured, and the armed guards holding me released their grip. Freed, I rolled to my feet, searching for the source of the voice. Then, my eyes widened, involuntarily staring in a certain direction, trying hard to hide my emotions.

"General Farrell, what exactly happened here? Could you please explain?"

Surrounded by a group of beautiful female officials, a stunningly beautiful woman, elegant and refined, appeared before them. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her figure graceful and alluring, like a fairy descended from heaven, captivating all who beheld her.

Her long, black hair was styled into a high phoenix bun, secured with a five-phoenix hairpin adorned with pearls, simple yet ethereal. She wore a headdress embellished with eight treasures and pearls, the central moon pearl hanging between her brows, complementing her arched eyebrows. Her bright eyes sparkled, and when she smiled, the dimples on her jade-like cheeks were mesmerizing. Her nose was delicate and round, and her lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth that shimmered like shattered pearls.

She wore a bright red, form-fitting jacket embroidered with gold phoenixes, over which was a pale blue, multicolored embroidered gown. Her lower body was draped in a pale grayish-blue, floor-length silk skirt adorned with countless tiny emerald green flowers, the hem of which was tied with jade pendants that jingled with every gesture. Tall and slender

, with graceful curves, her lotus-like steps were elegant and swaying, exuding a captivating charm and unparalleled beauty. Even more unforgettable was the faint smile on her rosy face, revealing a pure and dignified allure. No wonder a poet once exclaimed: "Before such a smile, even the sun loses its heat."

When I met those starry eyes, my mind went blank for a moment; I only wanted to rush over and say what I had always wanted to say. But before I could move, a figure appeared in my sight.

He was a majestic man, as imposing as a lion, his blond hair radiating heat in the sunlight. A golden sword hung at his waist, and his steady gait resembled that of a beast in its prime.

This same man, standing beside her, their smiles meeting, their hands clasped—the sheer presence was like two suns appearing in the sky, blinding all creatures on earth.

I felt a bitter taste in my throat, oblivious to everything around me, forgetting the perilous situation I was in, staring intently at the two of them.

To stare so intently at the President and his wife of the Golden Flower Federation with such a strange gaze was another grave offense of disrespect. Looking back, I was incredibly lucky, for I heard that His Majesty the King had already ordered my arrest and imprisonment, and armed guards were already grabbing me to drag me away. If it weren't for the timely intervention of a benefactor, I probably wouldn't have even been flayed alive on the spot.

"Stop!"

The two cold words, though not loud, caused everyone present to turn their heads. They saw an armed guard leaning against the perimeter groan and fall to the ground, followed by a pair of thick-soled black and white leather boots that slowly strode in.

First came the boots, then a large white ceramic wine jug, which came into view. As the crowd followed the gold ribbon adorned with jade and topaz to try and identify the jug's owner, they only saw a bright red robe billowing in the wind, and a weathered face mostly obscured by the collar.

A massive, jet-black sword slung over his shoulder, and the occasional glint of his gaze behind his sunglasses held immense authority. He walked in with a graceful yet steady gait, each step light, yet the fallen leaves on the ground rustled and swirled with his movements, exuding an indescribable air of superiority that weighed heavily on everyone around him, leaving them momentarily stunned. Only when he stood beside me did the armed guards finally react.

"Hey! Who are you? This is..."

He started to speak, but the guard, who appeared to be from Solancia or Rosetta, swallowed his words the moment their eyes met. Despite his imposing stature, he became like a defeated dog with its tail between its legs, his entire aura instantly diminished. Then, he raised his index finger, pointing at the guard, his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if the guard was utterly unworthy of his attention. When he pressed his finger down, the guard immediately knelt heavily on the ground, unable to utter a sound.

With just a glance, he had subdued a skilled fighter. This ability not only startled me, but everyone present was affected; the previously chaotic scene had completely quieted down.

It was strange; the man shouldn't know martial arts, yet he seemed like a completely different person, emanating an aura ten times stronger than any expert I had ever seen.

I'd heard Uncle Fu say before that some highly skilled con artists in casinos knew how to feign strength. Even when they were clearly defenseless, they could project the aura and demeanor of a martial arts master; even when they were terrified, the chilling murderous intent emanating from their eyes could make any expert back down. I didn't believe it then, but now I couldn't help but.

This idea wasn't unfounded, because no one but me knew that when Mao Yan'an patted my shoulder, the cold sweat on his palm immediately soaked my clothes, making me understand his tension.

"Judging before the trial is not the act of a wise man. None of you are ordinary people; how could you imitate such foolishness? If it weren't for this young man's courage just now, none of us here would have left alive today,"

Mao Yan'an said, recounting the entire incident. To smooth things over, he naturally embellished the story quite a bit. My supposedly risky, fearless spirit in protecting His Majesty the King and the visiting dignitaries was exaggerated tenfold. Luckily, he treated writing as a side job, and his lie was exquisitely crafted. One wonders if those unwitting bastards will cry out in despair. Watching

him, I was incredibly impressed by his skill. His manner of speaking was completely different from his usual eloquent self; he seemed to have fully immersed himself in the role, bringing "Olen" to life. His words were extremely concise and to the point, each sentence a mere two or four words, yet carrying immense weight and imposing presence, making it easy to believe him. No one would suspect it was a string of lies.

Naturally, I wasn't completely oblivious. I put on an expression of indignation and a touch of melancholy, making it clear that I had indeed been wronged. Even more coincidentally, the scimitar-wielding assassin who had slaughtered the entire group of assassins turned out to be a master from the Golden Flower Federation, who arrived to confirm the uncle's words.

After the uncle finished speaking, everyone applauded again, praising my selfless act of fighting the assassins, performing acrobatic feats in the air, and nearly dying in the line of duty.

"Excellent! I've long admired your name in the Golden Flower Federation, sir. I never expected to owe you a debt of gratitude before even meeting you. The strongest bodyguard in history, truly lives up to your name!"

Ryan Buffett laughed heartily, striding forward, pushing aside his guards, and extending his hand.

"A hundred-mile lion indeed possesses unparalleled bearing and style."

Mao Yan'an said something indifferently and then extended his hand. Logically speaking, the President of the Golden Flower Federation is arguably the most powerful person on earth, someone even our King tries to curry favor with. This uncle's cold response is practically disrespectful. But so-called heroes love this kind of thing. When the two shook hands, the entire audience erupted in applause, while I alone found it amusing.

As for the King, who had just recently roared angrily, vowing to execute me, his attitude changed faster than flipping a book. He adopted a warm and welcoming expression, loudly proclaiming his delight at the nation's emergence of such a talented individual, whose repeated merits had earned him a promotion. The

fickle nature of officialdom is absurd; I'm used to it, so I didn't react at all. Taking a deep breath, I forcibly suppressed my unease and walked quickly towards her… like a goddess.

Although brief, as we drew closer, I had a fleeting illusion that the chasm had vanished, and I was transported back twelve years to the exciting days when Sister Yueying graced the Duke's mansion with her presence each morning.

Unfortunately, this feeling was short-lived, for eight female officials quickly blocked my path, preventing me from advancing any further. Judging by their agile movements, they were all skilled martial artists; if I hadn't been careful, a physical confrontation would have ensued.

Unable to move forward, I could only let my gaze guide my steps. She, bearing my gaze, smiled elegantly and nodded in greeting.

"General Farrell, you did a great job this time. I am very honored. Thank you."

To receive praise from the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation should be the highest honor for a military general of our nation, but why did I feel no joy? I simply stood there, watching her slowly depart, surrounded by the female officials.

Twelve years of separation is enough to change too many things.

This is not the kind of reunion I desired.

Earning merit and promotion is every soldier's dream, but for me, it has lost its thrill.

Having stopped the assassins, His Majesty promised me a medal. As for investigating the assassins' origins, that's Leng Linglan's responsibility. However, unless it's discovered the assassins were sent by the Black Dragon Society, the matter will remain unresolved, because regardless of which country the culprit is identified as, it will cause the entire meeting to collapse.

This long-awaited reunion is more than enough for me; I have no expectation of seeing them again. Therefore, for two consecutive days, I took on the thankless patrol work, forgoing opportunities to interact with those important figures, and volunteered to patrol and guard the perimeter of the venue. My diligence was so great that others thought I had suddenly changed my ways.

To His Majesty, I told him about my previous fierce battle with the Ishtar people, even killing their Great Spirit Shaman. I said that encountering those Ishtar lackeys might have a negative impact. His Majesty agreed with my reasoning and granted my request.

Mao Yan'an said that Narcissus, an important representative of Ishtar and one of the Seven Flowers, the Purple Narcissus, was delayed by some matters and would arrive in Sara three days later. Therefore, the dignitaries from various countries would have to wait while they held gatherings, banquets, and hunts to foster relationships.

Standing on the high ground and looking down, I had several opportunities to catch a glimpse of Sister Yueying in the distance.

The distance was too great, and my eyesight wasn't very good; I could only see a blurry silhouette in her elaborate attire. Even then, I would turn away, my heart pounding, unable to bear looking again. I couldn't believe how pathetic and shameful I looked.

Mao Yan'an, on the other hand, participated almost entirely below. Fortunately, he handled everything with composure. Not only did President Ryan have a pleasant conversation with him, but none of the guests from various countries doubted his identity. Of course, this was also due to his intelligence. Given his current neutral status, even the most arrogant and powerful warriors wouldn't dare challenge him and disrupt the atmosphere. And in a contest of mere words, few in the world could match the old man.

I just don't understand. In the Golden Flower Federation, Mao Yan'an was quite a well-known figure, but President Ryan seemed completely unfamiliar with him. I really don't know what he was dressed like back then. However, having gotten used to his drastically different demeanor with different outfits, it doesn't seem so strange.

This scoundrel of a middle-aged man didn't have any good intentions either. Every time he came to me, he seemed to be free, completely losing his imposing composure. He kept praising Lady Yueying's beauty as if she were a fairy, saying that envoys from all countries were captivated by her and exclaimed that their trip was worthwhile.

"Oh dear, it's such a pity you didn't show up. Lady Yueying has been asking these past few days, where is General Farrell, the youngest hero of Alibuda? Every time she asks and can't find him, she looks disappointed. Sigh, my dear nephew, you really are..."

"Uncle, just say it, why are you being so coquettish? Don't you think I'm annoying enough?"

"Hey, I deliberately imitated Lady Yueying's voice for you, to ease your longing. My dear nephew, I've been there, let me tell you, all the men in this world are..."

Once you're entangled with Mao Yan'an, it really won't end, so my strategy is very simple: immediately snatch a bunch of sketches from his arms, fold them a few times, tear them into pieces, and scatter them outside.

"Ah! My life! My painting! You inhuman devil..."

That was all I said. As the art fanatic frantically chased the confetti in the air and reached the stairs, I thoughtfully kicked him from behind, sending the noisy, unruly middle-aged man tumbling down the stairs into silence.

This oppressive atmosphere, I wondered, would last forever. My year-long journey through the southern barbarians, though perilous, had brought a freedom that was incomparable to being a lazy official in Sara. I was considering applying for another transfer after the peace talks ended, to help His Majesty the King search for treasure. Given my previous successful treasure-offering experience, this request should be easily granted.

If I could also secure a large sum of funding, that would be even better. Many treasure hunters, while searching, also engage in trade, buying low and selling high, becoming wealthy after a few trips. I could easily do similar business while searching for treasure; it seemed far more prudent than being an official and embezzling funds.

These past two days, our country has been negotiating with Solancia to confirm the peace agreement between the two countries. We hope to finalize the alliance before the arrival of the envoy from Ishtar, to avoid two major enemy nations coming together and causing further trouble.

Since the talks don't involve me, I should naturally go home and sleep early. However, I'm a little hesitant about where to sleep.

Should I unleash my power in Zhizhi's soft palms? Or should I take a fragrant milk bath with Axue?

For a man, both options are so tempting, making it difficult to choose.

If only I could bring both Axue and Zhizhi with me, that would be ideal. However, that's not possible right now. Even if I were willing to bring Zhizhi back to the Duke's mansion, managing these two women and ensuring a peaceful three-way cohabitation would still take some effort. Suddenly,

I remembered that Zhizhi said she needed to focus on making her magic robe these days, requiring a process similar to purification and fasting. In other words, I can't bother her at this time; I can only obediently return to the Duke's mansion.

Night had fallen. There weren't many houses near the Earl's mansion. Before

, whenever I walked home alone, I always felt lonely, wishing I could become rich quickly and be followed by a long procession of guards, surrounded by an entourage, and then the loneliness would be gone. But today seemed different. From afar, I saw someone sitting on the steps at the entrance. Judging from their figure, it was a young woman.

How strange. Ever since I met Xingmei, I'd been forced to stop my dissolute life in Sara. In other words, no more women should be coming to my door demanding abortion fees. Now, suddenly, a woman is sitting at the door, clearly waiting for me. Could she be a female assassin sent by an enemy country?

As I got closer, I discovered she was asleep on the steps. Her silly antics, coupled with the mask she wore, immediately made sense of what was going on.

I had previously told Xue that raising a female dog would be better than raising her; she would even run to the alley entrance to greet me when I came home. Xue had happily said that she could wait for me every day if I wanted, but I didn't want her to be seen by anyone, or for Leng Linglan to know things she shouldn't know, so I refused.

This girl was quite sensible; she actually remembered my instructions and put on the mask before coming out to greet me. Although her foolish act of sleeping on the steps was a huge embarrassment to the Farrell family, I still decided to give her a small reward.

Night enveloped the surroundings, and there were no houses near the manor. I looked left and right; not a single damned passerby was to be seen. Even if I took off the mask, I didn't need to worry about anyone seeing Xue's face. Confirming this, my courage grew. I moved closer, embraced her slender waist, and, without hesitation, lifted the mask and kissed her.

"Mmm..."

A passionate kiss awakened the Sleeping Beauty princess from her sweet dream. A little surprise and resistance were expected, which pleased me, who always enjoyed being in control. I forcefully suppressed her resistance and greedily sucked on her soft lips, savoring the exquisite taste of the kiss.

As for our familiarity with each other's bodies, Ah Xue and I were practically an "old married couple." Normally, when would I need her consent if I wanted to? So even though she kept twisting her body and making soft moans during my kiss, I paid no attention. I used her little movements to further stimulate my desire to conquer. Not only did I kiss her passionately, trying to open her tightly closed cherry lips and tease her sweet tongue, but my hands were also busy, caressing her slender waist and quickly and smoothly reaching up to grasp her round, large breasts through her thin clothes.

"Mmm..."

A heavy blow struck my chest, the shock was immense. My lips, which had been holding back, parted and fell, allowing me to easily penetrate her, sucking the sweet nectar from her mouth, teasing her pink tongue, and kissing her firmly. But at this moment of near victory, I suddenly stopped, stunned by the abnormality I had just felt.

Through her clothes, I could feel the perfect shape of her breasts in my palm, firm and high, like plump, mature bamboo shoots, waiting to be harvested. However, despite their excellent shape and feel, they were not large breasts, nor were they the kind that a man could not handle. In other words, this couldn't be Ah Xue.

I was shocked, a sense of foreboding washing over me, because I couldn't guess the identity of this uninvited guest. In the end, I had no choice but to bite the bullet, end the now incredibly awkward kiss, and move away, trying to see her face in the darkness. My

vision was blurry; even at such close range, the scene before me was still very indistinct. After I forcefully kissed her, she didn't seem flustered at all after I pulled away. Instead, she reached out her snow-white hand and gently stroked my cheek.

This intimate gesture made me uneasy, because it was not only unusual but also gave me a strange sense of familiarity.

"You..."

"You're so grown up, yet still so mischievous, making jokes like this the first time we meet. Your personality hasn't changed at all." Her

gentle voice confirmed my suspicions. I stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to understand why the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation would be here alone.

"Heh, little brother, how long are you going to stand here like this? I'm getting tired of sitting here. Won't you invite me to sit in the Duke's mansion?"

Even in this awkward situation, she remained elegant, with a gentle smile and trusting eyes, showing no sign of panic. The embarrassing incident just now seemed like it had never happened. For a moment, I couldn't quite understand it and wondered if I was dreaming. Otherwise, how could such an illogical thing happen?

"Aren't you getting up? Children shouldn't disobey their older sisters, or they'll become bad kids."

A delicate hand pinched my nose and gently shook it, just like what had happened many times before in front of this door. Sister Yueying, in her unique way, closed the distance between us and eased the atmosphere.

Only then did I notice that Sister Yueying was wearing a cloak in addition to her mask, clearly not wanting to be recognized, and this was definitely not a good place to talk. Although I still had a lot to say, I had no choice but to immediately open the door and let her in first.

On one hand, this was also a test, to see if Sister Yueying was willing to enter the manor, or if she just wanted to say a few words to me at the door and then leave immediately. Different attitudes convey different messages, and this was something I wanted to try to grasp.

Yueying seemed to have no hesitation; as soon as the door opened, she lifted her skirt and rushed into the manor, turning back to smile at me, even gesturing for me to come in. Such movements lacked not only the demeanor of a first lady, but also the air of a married woman. Her light steps were exactly the same as when she left the manor as a young girl.

"How nostalgic... It's been almost twelve years, and nothing has changed. The fallen leaves in the front yard are still swept to the maple tree next door. Uncle Fu hasn't retired yet."

"No, the manor can't function without him."

"Ah, look, that hole in the window, you used to break it with a stone. I can't believe it's still there." "

...It's not that we wanted to keep it, but the manor has always been short of funds, so we had to keep that broken window."

Like a wanderer returning to her hometown, or a butterfly lingering among the flowers, Yueying half-lifted her skirt, running around the manor, touching the pillars, searching for traces of her past; leaning against the windowsill, gazing at the scenery outside, occasionally letting out a soft exclamation of surprise.

Seeing her so happy, I, who was accompanying her, was completely confused. Remembering her polite yet cold attitude towards me in the garden that day, and comparing it to this, I truly didn't know why Sister Yueying had come, or how to define our relationship.

Over the years, this scene had appeared in my dreams more than once, but I knew the difference between reality and dreams. Now, the dream was unfolding perfectly, and I felt a strong sense of unreality.

This confusion didn't escape Yuren's discerning eye. Just as we strolled from the front to the small pond in the backyard, Yueying stood by the pond, leaning against the railing, and suddenly fell silent.

"Sister… First Lady Yueying, you…"

"Little brother, no need to be so polite. I know you have something to ask. I'm right here in front of you; just say what you want to say."

Initially, unsure how to phrase things, I could only use such a stiff form of address to ensure safety.

At this moment, I wasn't sure if I had misjudged, or if a genuine hint of disappointment had crossed Sister Yueying's face, yet she still smiled, stating her position with these words.

“Sister… I don’t understand why you assigned me to be in charge of security.”

“Hmm? Little brother, don’t you want to protect your sister?”

“That’s not what I meant. I just feel… a little strange…”

I didn’t know how to express myself properly, but being able to call her “sister” again felt really good.

“I thought you would be happy. Don’t boys all like to compete for merit, to make military achievements, and to rise to higher positions? You are currently the youngest and most outstanding military officer in Alibuda. This opportunity will allow you to take another step forward. Don’t you like it?”

Yueying’s words were always so gentle, so instead of asking me “Is this wrong?” she asked “Don’t you like it?” It was this thoughtfulness that made everyone in Sara like her.

"But that day in the garden, your attitude was so strange, like I was a stranger."

"Silly girl, that was a social occasion. Nobles and high-ranking officials from more than a dozen countries were there. Even if I was happy, could I go over and hug you or touch your hair?"

Yueying shook her head and smiled, "As you grow up, you should learn some social etiquette. Are you always so clumsy?"

"Social etiquette... but I don't like it like this."

"Hmm?"

"I don't like it like this. Sister is sister, why have you changed so much all of a sudden? His Majesty the King and Leng Chou... and the Second Princess are all the same. Out of politeness, they call you First Lady Yueying. Aren't you their daughter, their sister? Just for the sake of etiquette, they treat you like a stranger. Every time I hear that, I feel so hypocritical, so disgusted..."

It wasn't my imagination. As I said these words, I really saw a trace of loneliness and sadness flash in Yueying's eyes, which gave me more courage to continue.

“If doing this is considered politeness, then I’d rather be an impolite brute. At least I’d feel much better. To me, you are Sister Yueying, and I don’t want to call you anything else.”

These words made even my own heart race. After all, twelve years is a long time. I wasn’t sure how much Sister Yueying had changed, or how she felt hearing these words.

This unease lasted for a while, then suddenly, I saw a very touching and heartwarming smile appear on Sister Yueying’s face.

“Thank you. I came here today only to tell you one thing.” With the elegance of a dancing swan, Yueying raised her snow-white, soft hand and whispered, “Little brother, sister is back.”

With an indescribable excitement, I reached out and grasped her hand tightly, feeling the long-lost warmth burning in our palms.

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