Chapter 840 Silk Production <TOC> Chapter 842 Rain
Translator: SumTLMan
Thousands of gold coins?!
Leon looked at the strip of silk in astonishment. The entire Pat Manor, with all its necessities, would at most only spend about two hundred gold coins per month.
In such a short time, Damask Nano had created something that was worth five times the monthly expense of Pat Manor!
No wonder Angel said that if he wanted to live a luxurious life, he was fully capable of supporting himself.
However, Leon was curious. With Nano’s ability to craft such value, he would be treated well anywhere. Why would he willingly be lured to Pat Manor by Angel?
What Leon didn’t know was that Nano was actually a slave bought by Angel, but they had agreed from the beginning not to treat him as a slave. Therefore, Angel did not tell Leon about his status as a slave.
Nano proved his worth. With the silk he produced, he could completely afford a luxurious and exquisite life. Leon also affirmed Nano’s value and was preparing to have the head maid Mana arrange an independent room for him.
While Leon was talking with the head maid Mana, a surprised cry came from behind him, “Wait! Ah, too late…”
Confused, Leon turned his head only to see Angel looking helplessly away, Auchanchan rubbing her temples with a black line on her forehead, while Nano was looking proudly at his masterpiece in his hands.
The previously pure-colored silk was now dyed with a vibrant, fluorescent green.
Under the dappled shadows of the trees, the dynamic and impactful fluorescent green was so bright it nearly blinded Leon.
“What happened?” Leon looked dumbfounded. The originally pure white silk had a sense of high class, but in a few seconds, the sense of high class disappeared instantly, leaving only a vulgar sensation that made one’s eyes uncomfortable.
“Nano can not only produce silk himself, but he can also dye it according to his own thoughts.” Angel sighed, “Next time when he produces silk, you must save the silk in time.”
At Angel’s words, both Leon and Auchanchan nodded in agreement.
Only Nano was very dissatisfied. He believed that the color was extremely high-class and even held the piece of silk up to Leon, “Since I will be following the Viscount in the future, I will make a piece of clothing for the lord as a meeting gift… However, this piece of silk is a bit small, so I will cut a hat for the lord first!”
Leon flatly refused, “Thank you, no need.”
After speaking, Leon turned to the head maid Mana, “Did you see that piece of silk? Make it into a lantern cloth and hang it on the tree.”
“A lantern? You actually want to make my hard-earned silk into a lantern cloth! Ahhh, I’m going to kill you!” Nano rushed over, grabbed Leon’s trouser leg, and started beating it, but his blows lacked strength.
The head maid Mana took the silk from Nano with a smile, then turned to Leon, “Viscount, I think this piece of silk actually looks quite good, it can also be used as home decoration.”
Upon hearing this, Nano’s expression instantly morphed from anger to smug satisfaction, his fondness for the plump head maid Mana rising swiftly.
“Suit yourself,” he said, “Take Nano with you when you leave, let him choose where he wants to live.”
Nano obediently followed the head maid Mana and left.
Leon, however, turned to Angel with a troubled face. “I hope our manor doesn’t turn into an ocean of bizarre colors in the future.”
Angel was quite optimistic, “No worries, he can only produce silk once a week. Just keep an eye on his silk production schedule.”
At this point, Auchanchan chimed in: “My lord, we can help you supervise Nano. This dress I’m wearing was rescued from him.”
Auchanchan’s words elicited nods of agreement from several young Kulakuka girls, who echoed her sentiment.
“Well… I’ll leave it to you then. But you should also report to Chief Kumumu and Mana.” Leon was quite relieved. He didn’t want to face Nano’s temper tantrums, but the Kulakuka tribe was different. He could feel that Auchanchan and the others didn’t take offense, they actually seemed to enjoy arguing with Nano, which was a peculiar taste.
“Don’t worry!” Auchanchan, hands on her hips, happily ran back to discuss with Kumumu.
After all, this was the first real task they received since arriving at the Pat Manor.
Before long, Kumumu came over alone.
“My lord, after our discussion, we find this place quite habitable. We’ve decided to build our village here,” Kumumu said.
“Good, settle down with ease. As long as Pat Manor exists, we will always protect you,” Leon replied.
Kumumu: “We appreciate your lordship’s generosity.”
“If you need any help, you can tell Mana.”
As Kumumu prepared to leave, he suddenly turned to Angel: “Lord Pat, after our discussion, we want to plan a portion of the village to resemble the high-rise buildings you built for us. May we have your permission?”
“Of course.” Angel replied, “I look forward to seeing the village you build.”
…
As night deepened, a bonfire was timely lit on the lawn outside the castle.
Under the gentle moonlight, people were singing and dancing, the sound of the lute was joyful, and the songs were melodious.
When the mythical creatures from fairytales appeared before their eyes and announced that they would stay at Pat Manor in the future, everyone was excited.
The servants in the manor had already heard about it, so they could maintain a certain level of composure when they saw the Kulakuka tribe. However, George the sheriff and Dim the blacksmith were not as composed.
After all, the identity of the Kulakuka tribe was that they were residents of Grud Town. So naturally, Sheriff George had to come as a witness. As for Dim the blacksmith, he belonged to the Pat Manor originally. Hearing from the head maid Mana that a large group of skilled craftsmen had arrived at the manor, he specifically rushed back to have a look, only to see a race of little people that almost made his eyes pop out.
Within the Kulakuka tribe, a batch of newly-arrived individuals, shy types were few and far between. Unfazed by the curious gaze of onlookers, they openly flaunted their characteristics and tirelessly answered the barrage of questions thrown at them.
By the time the banquet was halfway through, the Kulakuka tribe members had proven their genuine wholesomeness, prompting everyone to put aside their preconceived notions and warmly welcome them into their midst.
The banquet’s enthusiasm surged, Drew began crooning a sailor’s beloved Champagne Song, and a gaggle of Kulakuka maidens clad in champagne-colored dresses took to dancing atop the shoulders of the guests, with Auchanchan leading the pack.
The banquet was nestled under a backdrop of faintly glimmering Moon and the harmonious accompaniment of the cool night breeze. Moonlight sprinkled down like frost, while melodies sweetly serenaded the ears.
At the peak of the banquet’s atmosphere, the lively voices abruptly came to a halt. Angel, bewildered by the sudden silence, followed the crowd’s gaze only to see a figure gracefully emerging from the nightly mist – Eureka, adorned in a long gown of black chiffon with crimson pattern designs.
Eureka was a stunning beauty, her allure amplified under the moonlight. The servants dared not utter a word, cowed by her formidable power, while the Kulakuka tribesmen remained silent, awestruck by her godlike countenance.
Among the crowd, only the aesthetically peculiar Sheriff George probed Angel about Eureka’s identity. Angel simply responded with a nonchalant, “A distinguished guest.”
Immediately comprehending, Sheriff George minimized his presence. As per Angel, his entrance into the manor had been granted through the approval of this esteemed guest. Seeing even Angel sought her permission and considering the crowd’s reaction, he wasn’t about to court any trouble.
“Lady Eureka…” Leon uttered, surprise lacing his voice, “What brings you here?”
Eureka glanced at the Kulakuka tribespeople, then at the Damaskians, finally settling her gaze on the moon bellflower fairy. “Quite the lively gathering. Don’t mind me. I was drawn by the aroma of the wine. I wasn’t expecting to find an unawakened moon bellflower fairy here.”
With that said, she casually plucked a cup from a nearby table, filled it with wine, and gracefully fluttered to a large tree, perching on a branch. She sipped her wine under the moonlight, a wistful look in her eyes.
Although Eureka urged everyone not to mind her, nobody dared to disregard her presence. The previously joyous atmosphere progressively frosted over.
Seeing this, Eureka couldn’t help but chuckle. She sighed inwardly, “After this cup of wine, I’ll head back.”
The faint floral fragrance, mingled with the wine, stirred a distant memory within Eureka. The image of a little boy surfaced in her mind. His favorite flower had been the moon bellflower during his childhood. That scent had stirred her memories, compelling her to step out of the loft.
“Hobson…” Eureka silently mouthed a name. Her vision blurred, but she shook her head and gulped down the rest of her wine.
Preparing to leave, Eureka didn’t want her presence to taint the festivities, especially when she’d had the rare chance to savor the familiar scent of moon bellflowers.
However, just as the feast was plunging into a chilly standstill, Angel unexpectedly rose to his feet.
“I mentioned before that for this feast, I’ve prepared a little surprise for everyone,” Angel advanced towards the bonfire, signaling for the crowd to part.
Prompted by Angel’s actions, the attendees momentarily brushed aside their knowledge of Eureka’s identity, their curiosity piqued as they turned to watch.
Eureka, who was initially planning to leave, also paused in her tracks, casting a curious glance towards Angel, unsure of his next move.
Yet, Angel merely turned his face to the side, the roaring bonfire illuminating a teasing smile on his visage: “Consider it a gift for everyone, a tribute to the moonlight.”
As Angel voiced these words, the crowd struggled to comprehend his meaning, while Eureka crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow in intrigue.
Angel gently lifted his head, a glass bottle materializing in his palm.
The bottle, curved like a crescent moon, sloshed with a mysterious liquid.
Under the moonlight, the liquid began to emit a faint, luminescent glow.
“I’ve crafted some wine,” Angel murmured softly, as he gently released the glass bottle, letting it hover in the open sky.
In mid-air, the bottle flashed once, abruptly disappearing, leaving behind only a seemingly levitating pool of liquid.
The watery expanse grew larger and larger, expanding within the blink of an eye to cover hundreds of meters.
Like a lake suspended in the sky.
Under the moonlight, the celestial lake radiated a serene, ethereal glow.