diymy Chapter 59 Compensation from the Honors' Home
Chapter 59 Compensation from the Honors' Home
Chapter 59 Compensation from the Honors' Home
The questioning came to a temporary end, and on the way out of the viewer's courtyard, the light in the woods had changed from bright to a soft, dim yellow.
Nan'an was pondering whether his answer had satisfied the chief elders.
There are a total of 14 chief elders, but only 6 are present today.
The atmosphere felt harmonious.
They were all temporarily unable to leave the Twin Crowns. According to the agenda, the chief elder decided to arrange a trial to verify the power of the gods and demons, in order to confirm with their own eyes that this vague, abstract, and incredible power, which only appeared in the descriptions of the Bewitching Raven, truly existed.
It's not mandatory, it's just a consultation.
After considering it, Nan'an decided to agree.
The stress test is necessary; it will determine whether he can fight boldly and without restraint when confronting gods, demons, and the Living Eclipse in the future.
As we boarded the returning carriage, the sound of its wheels rolling over the stone pavement was regular and muffled.
Suiyue leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, gazing at the flowing street scene outside the window, and suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" before belatedly realizing her annoyance.
"I forgot to ask."
Nan'an, lost in thought, turned her head: "What are you planning to ask?"
"Of course, we want to know if the reward from the Honors' Court can be reissued. Even if there's no title, some money would be helpful."
Suiyue was adjusting the position of her over-the-knee socks—a miscalculation. When she wore them, she only felt that they were tight and felt good against her skin, without considering the feeling of constant friction against her skin during activities. Ugh—the socks left marks.
"Don't even think about it, there's no hope."
Nan'an didn't know how to explain to the simple-minded Niu Niu that her honor was inextricably linked to complex issues such as differences in positions and viewpoints, and the right to speak, making it even more tangled than the electrical wiring in an old server room.
The carriage stopped at the junction of the inner and outer walls of the Twin Crown City.
The two stayed in a four-story stone building with dark green vines climbing the exterior walls and several pots of unknown flowers in full bloom on the windowsill.
Before Suiyue could reach out to push the door open, the heavy, dark brown wooden door opened from the inside.
An elderly butler, impeccably dressed and with meticulously combed silver hair, was leading four maids, who were standing respectfully in the foyer.
The air was filled with a faint scent of cleaning agents mixed with fresh flowers and herbs.
The floor was as smooth as a mirror, clearly indicating that a thorough cleaning had just been completed.
The butler stepped forward and bowed to Suiyue.
He took out a scroll wrapped in a dark bamboo tube from his pocket and presented it with both hands.
"Elder Ivila entrusted this item to you."
Instead of giving it to you in person, you had someone deliver it to you?
Seeing that the butler showed no intention of leaving after presenting the gifts, Nan'an had no choice but to ask, "Are you also staying here?"
"We were dispatched here to serve Lord Suiyue Nan'an."
"Leave, all of you."
"what?"
"When the elders mentioned it, they said it was my request."
A professional smile returned to the butler's face.
He bowed again, took a smooth step back, made a simple gesture to the maids, and the group quietly and quickly withdrew from the room, closing the door behind them, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.
As expected of a professional.
Suiyue opened the bamboo tube in a daze, pulled out the stopper, and unrolled the scroll inside.
Then I became even more confused.
The scroll contains no lengthy text, only a fine portrait.
The person in the painting is none other than the impressive Forest Spirit Chief from earlier.
Below the painting is the signature, encircled by flowers: Ivira Langen.
Nan'an was overjoyed. He grabbed the scroll and examined it carefully—it was exactly the same style as the scroll that Gu En had bought for them yesterday.
"Ew, I thought you really weren't interested in women. Turns out you like elves?" Suiyue crossed her arms and pouted. "But there are plenty of pretty forest elves out there, why are you so excited—does that mean you have a deeper obsession with powerful women?"
Nan'an reached out and grabbed Suiyue's horn to "lift her up".
"Hey hey hey hey—no!" Suiyue protested, shrinking her neck. "Are you getting all worked up just because someone called you out?"
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"I now suspect you've been corrupted by Corella," Nan'an explained. "This is the Chief's compensation to you, a credit card with her name on it that represents the Chief Elder's will—just think of it as us being able to buy a lot of things for free."
It was inconvenient for the Chief Elder to comment on matters concerning the Rongdian Academy, especially given the current heated debate surrounding the topic of the Living Erosion.
They had seen what happened to Suiyue, so they chose the simplest and most direct solution: get what you want and have it done yourself.
With her over-the-knee socks half-pulled down, Suiyue, who had been slumped in the soft chair, suddenly sat up, her eyes gleaming.
"You can buy anything?"
"I suspect there's a limit, but it should be enough for us to each get what we need."
Suiyue, who had just been complaining about sore legs and a tired back, now seemed to have been injected with new energy.
She casually ripped off her socks, stepped barefoot on the floor, rushed to Nan'an's side in a few steps, grabbed his arm and pushed him towards the door.
"First, let's eat something delicious, then buy good materials to forge my jar," you said. "As long as the materials are plentiful, it will give me the magic power of a 6th-tier mage."
Night had fallen.
Along the street, the lighting crystals embedded in the lampposts lit up one by one, emitting a stable and soft milky white halo.
The main road was almost brightly lit, with various lights shining from the shop signs and windows, making the stone pavement clearly visible.
There was no curfew in the outer city, and although the flow of people was slightly less than during the day, it was still continuous.
"It's so bright—" Suiyue sighed softly as she leaned against the carriage window, gazing at the river of light flowing by outside.
Having grown up in a secluded courtyard, and never having visited the large city of Suiyue before, this was the first time I had ever witnessed such a bustling night market.
Nan'an's gaze swept across the street scene.
Pirion had already built Kren into a fine city-state, but the Twin Crowns represented an even more advanced form of a well-established city-state—the people here had adapted to the rhythm of the long standoff and developed a thriving nightlife.
Everything about it is surreal, as if the world had not been corrupted by the black fog and was a beautiful continuation of the Gray Star era.
This scale of public lighting infrastructure far surpasses anything Kren could match.
The carriage drove out of the outer city gate, and the roads leading to the suburbs were still bustling with activity.
Scattered estates and mansions dot the gentle slopes, and evening parties are being held in many courtyards, with music and laughter drifting on the breeze.
The roadside vendors did not pack up; instead, they added more torches and sold hot food and delicate trinkets. The hot food at night was mainly corn and beans.
This puzzled Nan'an: Where are the fries?
Since potatoes and corn have joined forces, it makes no sense that corn is already popped into popcorn while potatoes haven't transformed into French fries and taken over the dining table.
Something's not right. If there are potatoes, there must be French fries!
About half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the cast-iron gate of a manor.
The Coralella family mansion is located behind a neatly manicured lawn. The main building is a five- or six-story castle with a large area, featuring wide arcades and bay windows.
Although Corella was disgraced, her ancestors' good fortune was truly astonishing.
Despite her downfall, where she could only maintain her noble status and dignity by paying blood taxes, the mere statement, "I have fiefdoms in the suburbs of Twin Crown City," was enough to silence any nobles who wanted to criticize Corella.
To Nan'an Suiyue's slight surprise, there were no guards or butlers at the entrance of the manor.
Even if you're down on your luck, you shouldn't skimp on such a small amount of money, right?
If the dignity of the nobility is not properly maintained, where is the face in daily conversations?
Nan'an was the first to feel the gaze. He looked up and gazed at a large, lush tree next to the gate.
On the tree branch were a group of owl-like monsters.
They are significantly larger than their ordinary counterparts, with the largest one standing about half a person's height.
Their wide-open amber eyes reflected the faint light in the night. When they noticed Nan An pacing in front of the door, their gazes all turned towards them. Now, facing Nan An's gaze directly, they all turned their heads 180 degrees in unison.
One of the individuals, with particularly prominent ear tufts, took flight after a few seconds of eye contact, skimming across the lawn and disappearing through an open window on the second floor of the mansion.
The main gate of the mansion was pushed open, and Coralina came out. She had changed out of her more practical clothes and was now wearing a loose, off-white house dress, looking just like a quiet girl next door—very deceptive.
"Why did you suddenly come over here—" Before she could finish speaking, the sunlight fell on Suiyue's obviously newly changed school uniform, and her eyes widened slightly. "This outfit suits you very well, it looks good on you." Nan An coughed lightly.
Clara clicked her tongue and said, "The old lady is really possessive of her food."
"These are your family's guards?" Nan An pointed to the owls in the tree.
"Yeah, raising monsters is an essential part of life for high-ranking nobles. Although we can't raise dragons or anything like that, big flying birds are pretty amazing, right?" Coralina gave a thumbs up to the owls in the tree. "They're really good at keeping watch at night."
Suiyue muttered to herself, "Isn't it because raising guards costs money, while raising monsters only requires food?"
Coralina quickly changed the subject: "So, why did you suddenly come to see me? Are you so eager to go to the black market? It's not like you can't just go without money."
Without further ado, Nan'an casually showed her Ivila's autographed portrait.
"Wow!" Clara exclaimed, "This—you, them—uh, this?"
"It came from a clean source, a gift from the Chief Elder, but we know very little about the Double Crowns, and even if we wanted to spend money, we couldn't find a good way to obtain them, so we came to you," Nan'an teased. "Great nobleman, perhaps you could offer some guidance?"
Clara suddenly grabbed Nan'an's hand.
"Senior, let me spend some too, I can do anything!"
Those lines sound so familiar; all Corella is missing now is the knee slide performance.
Just as Nan'an was about to speak, his gaze passed over Coralina's shoulder and looked toward the direction of the mansion. Under the brightly lit corridor, several figures could be vaguely seen standing.
"Your family?"
Clara glanced back and quickly lowered her voice: "Senior, senior, we can talk about spending money later. I'll introduce you to my family."
"Is it necessary? We're just here to ask you to be our guide, and we're empty-handed; we're not suitable to be guests."
"I just need you to act it out for me, senior." Coralina clasped her hands together. "Please, please."
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