When Gerald woke up, he found himself lying naked on a simple wooden bed, wrapped in a simple linen sheet. The thin cloth outlined his well-trained muscles that were second only to Joe's.
Sunlight streamed into the room from the window, and it was almost noon judging from the temperature.
Gerald lifted his hand to hold his forehead, feeling a dull pain in his head, as well as a strange thirst in his throat.
Though he had never experienced something like this before, he quickly deduced that he was probably hungover.
What happened yesterday? Why was there a burning pain in his groin as well, apart from his head?
Gerald looked around by reflex to find himself in a small room. Judging from the various furnishings that were a size smaller than what humans would use, he could vaguely tell that it was a room of the Long Ears.
And on the other side of the room, the youth who dragged him out for a drink last night was sitting on a chair, staring blankly out the window with a look of exhaustion and doubt about life on his face.
"I'm sorry. Can I have a glass of water?" Gerald asked.
Edward was clearly startled, and couldn't help looking a little embarrassed when he saw Gerald. "You're awake … Hmm, water, right? Wait a moment."
Gerald took the wooden cup Edward handed him and took a sip. Noticing that Edward was staring at him with a hesitant expression, he couldn't help asking curiously, "What is it? Did something happen yesterday? "
"No, nothing! Absolutely nothing happened! "
Edward quickly denied.
Be that as it may, his agitated attitude made Gerald feel that something must have happened yesterday …
As a noble, even if Gerald was a virgin, it was not to say that he was untainted by the filth of mud and was unaware of the filth of the world.
Since everything was filth, he naturally heard of some absurd stories circulating among noble circles, with nobles having a bayonet fight with their mistresses not being news either.
Gerald's expression changed at the very thought and the unfamiliar burning pain in his groin.
"Did nothing really happen yesterday?" So he asked again very seriously.
"N-nothing …" Edward was overwhelmed by his aura at once, and his words were stuttering and unclear.
That attitude made Gerald even more certain of something.
— — Wasn't he stabbed? Could it be because of the bright red roasted chicken wing that he ate yesterday?
So he narrowed his eyes and asked Dehua, "What about my clothes?"
"Umm, you … dirtied it after you fell asleep, so I had the Long Ears girl wash it." Edward tried his best to choose his words.
Well, this time it was completely confirmed — even the clothes could be dirtied, how intense was that!
Gerald's entire body froze. Apart from the disappointment of losing the first time without realizing it, Edward's attitude was even more difficult for him to accept.
Judging from the other party's submissive attitude, he definitely didn't look like a perpetrator. Instead, he looked more like a victim … Could it be that he had forced the other party to do it when he was drunk?
"Well …" Gerald said tentatively. "I'll take responsibility."
"Really?" The expression on Edward's face relaxed quite a bit.
That only confirmed Gerald's guilt.
Aside from his frustration, Gerald was already thinking about returning to Lancaster and resigning from the mayor as a knight — he no longer had the right to be a knight after committing such a grave mistake.
"It's my first time, and I don't know how I should take responsibility …" Gerald said calmly despite having many thoughts in his mind.
"Ah, just pay for it."
"Isn't that too hasty?!"
Gerald gaped at Edward, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. You can do it with anyone as long as you pay?!
"I think that's enough. It's usually around two hundred Rions, but the one yesterday was too exciting … considering the psychological impact, it's around five hundred Rions."
"That cheap?!"
Gerald felt as if his worldview that he had repaired after much difficulty was crumbling once more.
"That's enough. Here are the clothes the Long Ears prepared for you. They might be a little small, but you should deal with it for now. " Edward appeared much more relaxed. "Hurry up and change. We're getting ready to return to the Eastern Continent."
After Gerald changed his clothes in a daze and left the small wooden hut with Edward, the two of them headed for the Lifestone.
Along the way, Gerald could sense that many of the Long Ears were studying him with curious gazes, only to quickly avert their gazes when he looked at them. It was a strange, cold, and disgusted attitude that was clearly different from how they treated other people.
Moreover, Gerald also ran into some of Edward's companions. Even though they were comrades in battle before, they only greeted him briefly, their smiles stiff as if they were embarrassed about meeting him.
That only made Gerald certain that he had done something unforgivable.
Still, Joe only knocked Goudan's head after he and Edward were some distance away.
"That's what you get for getting him to eat that insanely spicy wing, and now he's sick!" Joe grumbled quietly. "He's not a Player and can't be revived! I was really shocked when he got cut off by the spiciness yesterday. "
Goudan pursed his lips. "Who knew that he wasn't that spicy … he actually got sick and spat it all over the square …"
Eleena, who had been snacking beside them expressionlessly kicked Goudan to the ground when he was about to continue, before beating him up with Joe.
Joe's face paled. "Don't make me remember, you bastard! Do you know how long it took us to clean up those things with the Long Ears?! We had planned to have the other Players bring that fellow back to Lancaster, but now Edward is the only one who dares to stay with him! Who knows what Uncle Marni would do to you if he learns about this! "
After arriving at the Lifestone, Edward didn't hesitate to return to the Unnamed Town with Gerald.
"What do you plan to do now?" Edward asked.
"Return to Lancaster … I came here to be Mister Marni's guard, and now that he's gone, I have to go back …"
Gerald's desolate words were stuck in his throat before he could finish.
He looked at the figure that was walking towards them, and his expression was one of extreme shock.
"M-m-m-m-m-m …"
Marni glanced at Gerald, who kept repeating the same syllable like a broken recorder and nodded. "Just in time. I have something I need your help with."
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Chapter 276:
A Broken Chrysanthemum
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