Chapter 839 Music and Fine Wine <TOC> Chapter 841 Moonlight Praise
Translator: SumTLMan
“Ollie, stay here and enlighten the Kulakuka tribe about the customs and rules of the Old Land Continent, along with the do’s and don’ts of the Pat Manor,” said Angel after concluding his discussion. He left the hall, accompanied by Leon and the head maid, Mana.
Outside the castle, Angel could vaguely hear people discussing the Kulakuka tribe. Occasionally, curious onlookers would crane their necks towards the hall. Only when they reached a secluded spot did Angel turn around and say, “Now that we’ve agreed to let the Kulakuka tribe stay, we should decide on their accommodations.”
Mana, the head maid, immediately suggested, “The third and fourth floors of the castle are vacant. I can arrange them later as a resting place for their tribe.”
Angel responded, “The Kulakuka tribe, while guests, are also residents of Grud Town. Do we plan on letting them reside in the castle permanently?”
“What do you propose we do then?” Leon asked.
“They can be referred to as the tribe of craftsmen,” Angel stated. “You just need to allocate them a plot of land outside, and they will construct their own abode.”
As he said this, Angel thought of Babaya’s homeland — Woodbud Village. The entire village was built within a Moonlit Tree. Whether it was the sophisticated mortise and tenon architecture or the elevator-like contraption, the ingenious craftsmanship of the Kulakuka tribe was evident.
“For now, they can temporarily reside in the building we were in earlier. Once they’ve built their own village, they can move there,” Angel suggested.
After contemplating for a moment, Leon agreed with Angel’s idea. After all, he had promised them permanent residency, and naturally couldn’t sustain them indefinitely.
Finally, the location chosen by Leon for the Kulakuka tribe was a grassy area near the tea garden. There stood an ancient red leaf tea tree, a hillside sheltering them from wind, a nearby water channel to prevent flooding during torrential rain, and fertile soil for the Kulakuka tribe to flourish.
Once the location was determined, Angel asked Mana to take Kumumu, one of the Kulakuka tribe members, to see if they were satisfied. He then arranged for someone to clear the nearby weeds while he and Leon moved aside.
The red leaf tea tree had long, slender green leaves in the spring. The sun filtered through the dense branches, casting mottled shadows and cool shade. Angel leaned against the tea tree while Leon sat cross-legged in its shade.
A gentle breeze blew, bringing back vivid memories for Angel…
“I still remember playing hide and seek when we were children. I used to sit on the trunk of this tree. Even when you found me, you couldn’t catch me. You’d pace around beneath the tree, all flustered,” Leon said with a chuckle. His eyes, fixed on the tea tree, seemed to travel back in time, “I remember, you even cried out of frustration, didn’t you?”
“Is that a cry of pain? Was it you who tossed that seed at me from above, causing me such agony?” Angel asked, clearly reluctant to bring up his embarrassing past.
“Well, it’s all the same to me,” replied Leon, laughing. His cheeks bore deep dimples that contrasted with his masculine demeanor, softening his ruggedness and adding a touch of gentleness.
“Let’s change the subject. What are your future plans? Unless there’s an unexpected occurrence, your mental energy should have surpassed 10 points by now. Are you planning to return to Storm Valley with Lord Suis?” Angel deflected, changing the topic.
“My mentor hasn’t agreed to guide me yet, so who knows what the future holds?” shrugged Leon. “But, rather than venturing into the unknown Vast Continent, I prefer to stay here because I have my responsibilities here.”
“I thought your dream was to travel the world?” Angel raised an eyebrow in question.
“At least, not now,” said Leon, spreading his arms and lying back on the grass. Dapples of light danced on his face. His expression was calm, but the hidden excitement in his eyes betrayed his untamed spirit.
During their conversation, Mana, the head maid, approached from afar. With her was not only Kumumu, but the entire group of Kulakuka tribe’s number 77.
“They all wanted to see where they will be living in the future, so they all came,” Mana explained as she briskly walked over.
“Why don’t you ask them their thoughts? I still have some things to discuss with my brother,” said Angel.
Mana nodded and returned to the middle of the Kulakuka tribe to discuss the territorial issues.
Leon curiously looked at Angel. “I thought you were just chatting with me. What else do you want to say?”
“We were just chatting before,” Angel paused before changing the topic to something more serious. “Actually, apart from the Kulakuka tribe, I brought back another person this time.”
Leon was taken aback. “Huh?”
“This person, to some extent, can be called a master craftsman. However, his sense of aesthetics is a bit off, and his temperament leaves much to be desired,” Angel paused again. “But, judging solely from his craftsmanship, he will be very useful for Pat Manor.”
Leon sat up, looking at Angel. “From what you’re saying, is he going to stay here too?”
Angel nodded, then waved his hand. A figure appeared beside him.
Before Leon could get a good look at the newcomer, a roar of anger erupted, “Why did you leave me all alone in there? Even the building is gone, who am I supposed to talk to! You promised me a life of luxury! You broke your promise!”
Leon blinked, finding a little dwarf, about the height of Angel’s calf, who was grabbing Angel’s pant leg and shouting furiously.
“So, it’s a dwarf?” Leon muttered to himself.
A diminutive figure spun around in indignation, his eyes flaring red with rage. “Who are you calling a dwarf? I am a noble prince of the Damaskian race! How dare you call me a dwarf? I will bring you down!”
The small figure bellowed, charging at Leon. With a casual swing of his hand, Leon halted the figure’s advance.
“You’re exactly as the Viscount described, just a dwarf.” A playful, clear voice floated down from a tree.
Leon looked up to see a young girl from the Kulakuka tribe, clad in a yellow dress, perched on a leaf. She was swaying gently, as if enjoying a swing.
“You venomous snake, you’ll never find a husband!” Nano, stomping his foot, pointed at the girl and shouted. “I may be short, but I’m seven or eight times taller than you!”
“But to human eyes, our height makes us fairies, and your height makes you a dwarf.” The girl named Auchanchan laughed, using her logic to provoke Nano.
While they squabbled, Angel sidled up to Leon. “This is their daily routine. I usually don’t dare to send my mental power into the bracelet. It’s too noisy.”
Leon, taken aback by the spectacle before him, turned his attention to Angel upon hearing his voice. “This is your space item…”
He had heard of space items from his mentor. They were extremely precious, and even many formal wizards did not possess them.
Not only did Angel have one, but it also contained living things. He had wanted to ask about it for a long time but hesitated, fearing he might uncover his brother’s secrets. His curiosity had remained pent up inside him.
“Yes, this is a spatial bracelet.” Angel paused before quietly informing Leon through mental transmission. “I crafted it myself. When you develop your mental power, I’ll craft one for you.”
Leon instinctively wanted to refuse, but Angel quickly interjected. “Toby also has a spatial item I made. And crafting spatial items is easy.”
Easy to craft a spatial item? But hadn’t his mentor said that they were rare? A hint of suspicion flickered in Leon’s eyes. Was his mentor deceiving him?
As Leon was about to probe further, Angel redirected the conversation back to the dwarf.
“This little one is called Nano…”
“I am not little! I am a noble prince of the Damaskian race!” Upon hearing Angel’s words, Nano, despite being in the midst of a quarrel with Auchanchan, didn’t forget to turn his head and argue. After making his point, he resumed his spat with Auchanchan.
“Nano belongs to a humanoid race known as the Damaskians. They are naturally talented artisans, renowned for their rich artistic cells, especially in tailoring.”
Before Angel could finish, Leon interjected, “Did he design his green hat, red coat, and pink silk shirt himself?”
Angel gave a silent nod, “Despite the odd color, the design is rather striking. Apart from his peculiar color aesthetics, Nano does an exceptional job.”
Leon chuckled, a deep implication in his laughter.
At that moment, Auchanchan, perched on a treetop, interjected, “Viscount, many of our Kulakuka clan’s garments are crafted by Nano, including the one I’m wearing. He’s quite skilled, save for a slight color perception disorder.”
Upon finishing, Auchanchan twirled on the leaf tip, showcasing her beautiful dress adorned with golden patterns shimmering in the sunlight.
Undeniably, this dress alone could be considered an artistic masterpiece.
Hearing Auchanchan’s endorsement, Nano showed no signs of happiness. “Who has a color perception disorder? The colors I design are obviously the most attractive. The color you chose for this dress I tailored is simply hideous and reminds me of… well, dung!”
As the bickering resumed, Angel let out a sigh. “Nano does have quite a temper, but he’s fundamentally good-hearted.”
Leon chuckled once more.
“Nano was a prince once. I encountered him during a difficult time. I promised him a life of luxury, free from wandering and hardship, so I brought him back,” Angel explained.
“Is there a cause and effect relationship there?” Leon asked, slightly perplexed. “And do you mean we have to sustain his luxurious lifestyle?”
“Not at all. He will earn it with his own abilities,” Angel replied, bringing an end to the quarrel between Nano and Auchanchan. He then brought Nano over to introduce Leon.
“I’ve always said, the lifestyle you want comes with a price. Your quality of life will be determined by Viscount Pat. If you want a luxurious life, you must prove you have the ability to support it,” Angel advised Nano.
Nano, however, was slightly resentful, glancing at Leon. He hadn’t forgotten that Leon was the one who called him a little runt earlier.
Despite his displeasure, the prospect of a lavish future life made him suppress his discontent for the time being.
Nano extended his hand, closing his eyes. In no time, threads began to emerge from his palm.
As Leon watched in astonishment, Nano rapidly wove the threads into a piece of silk. The silk shimmered under the sunlight, indicating its high quality.
Soon, a square meter of silk materialized before Nano.
Gazing at the silk, Leon could almost feel a faint chill emanating from it.
“Damaskians can naturally produce silk,” Angel explained, “The quality of this silk is nearly entry-rank. Even in the Wizarding World, this piece of silk would sell for two or three magic crystals.”
Angel paused, “In the mortal world, this piece of silk would be worth at least a thousand gold coins.”
Chapter 839 Music and Fine Wine <TOC> Chapter 841 Moonlight Praise