Chapter 25 - Year of the Dancing Black Dragon

Chapter 25 Year of the Dancing Black Dragon

The townspeople dispersed, and the church was quiet again. Lillian leaped to the faucet, looked left, looked right, then followed Robb’s example and gently lifted the faucet…

“WOW!”

A large gush of water rushed out, startling Lillian. She hurriedly lifted the faucet back on. “Master,” she exclaimed, “this thing is so interesting.”

“It’s not meant to be interesting,” Robb said lazily. “It’s meant to lighten your workload. I see you have to draw water many times a day, and it’s tiring, so I’ve created this thing just for you. In the future, when you want to use water, you can have it here with a light lift. You won’t need to draw it from the well anymore. Oh, and there are taps in the kitchen as well. If you want to add any more taps somewhere, just let me know, and I’ll go and get the blacksmith to set up a new one.”

Lillian immediately put a touched expression on her face. Her small face was flushed. The European face had always been the very fair kind. Now, with a touch of red in the middle, it looked beautiful. Robb could not help but be a little stunned. He had never seen this scene in the game.

“Thank you, Master.” Lillian bit her lower lip. “I swear to be loyal to you for the rest of my life.”

“Well, don’t make those kinds of vows,” Robb said gently. “You never know when a whole new life might come along and reach out to you. Don’t be in a hurry to set a tone for your life.”

He was actually lamenting about his life. Who would have thought that he would suddenly transmigrate after training to the maximum level? The ups and downs of life were really indescribable.

“Master, Master… the faucet keeps dripping. It’s done, isn’t it?” Lillian called.

“Well!” Robb said. “Fetch a pen and a white cloth. I’m going to draft out a notice and post it in the center of town. I’ll write a ‘Finding Mission.’ i’ll give a gold coin to anyone who can find me a piece of natural rubber.”

“Isn’t it too wasteful to spend money like this? Should we search the Black Pine Mountains ourselves?”

“No, I’d rather die than go.” Robb rolled over in the stone chair. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to search the forest like an idiot again just to find an item. Right now, I’m just an NPC who issues quests, not an adventurer who completes them.”

Time slows down, slows down…

In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed!

The tap in Robb’s house was no longer leaking. After avoiding a small group of Goblins, a team of herb gatherers snuck into the depths of the forest and dug up a lot of herbs. At the same time, they picked up a piece of natural rubber and completed the mission given by Robb.

The tap in Robb’s house had finally taken care of its airtightness. Now it would not leak at

all.

Lillian’s job was much easier. The water came as soon as the tap was turned on, saving her a lot of time from having to draw water. Only when the cistern ran out would she need to use the pump to fill the pool. That would take some time and effort, but it was a far cry from the carrying by the bucket she’d used before.

She had more time to stand at Robb’s side, doing her needlework as quietly as she could while he slacked. Master and servant, as peaceful as in a painting.

Now, not only could she make delicious steak, but she could also figure out how to make the maid outfit she was wearing. She did not need Robb to use his tailoring skills anymore. She could sew a maid outfit herself.

Using her free time, she made several clothes for Robb, all of them in the style that a priest in a church should wear. Although Robb could do tailoring himself, he always felt that the clothes he made didn’t smell as good as those made by a girl, so he completely ignored the problem of defense and put on the priest’s garb that Lillian had made.

That afternoon, Lillian sat down beside Robb and sewed something in her hand. “The fields are ready, Master,” she said. “When it’s time to sow, we can plant potatoes.”

“Oh? Planting potatoes?” Then Robb remembered that I hadn’t even asked what year it was when I arrived in this world. All I knew was that it wasn’t cold to wear a T-shirt and jeans. It wasn’t cold to wear a tube skirt in a cemetery in the middle of the night.

“Huh? How come you don’t even know the year and the month, Master?” Lillian tilted her head curiously. “It’s 1344, the Year of the Dancing Black Dragons. The twentieth of July, and a month to the end of August before I can plant potatoes.”

That got Robert. “I understand 1344. Then what the hell is the Year of the Dancing Black Dragon?” Lillian’s curiosity was piqued. Why didn’t her master know? However, she was only a servant, so she had no right to question her master. She answered honestly, “I’ve heard from my lord since I was a child that there is a Terpsichorean Mountain in the middle of our continent. Inside it lives a black Dragon named Arvesos. It has existed since prehistoric times, so no one knows exactly how old it is. Usually, it sleeps in the Terpsichore Mountains and doesn’t come out to cause trouble, but… every four years, it wakes up and flies to search for treasures and plunder them back into its caves. So, every year that the number of times four is reached, one or two cities will be ransacked by the black Dragon, and the year of the four is called the Year of the Flying Black Dragon.”

“I see.” Robb used the number 1344 divided by four to come up with the answer 336. He couldn’t help but click his tongue. “In other words, this guy has robbed humans at least 336 times, but he hasn’t been killed?”

“Because it’s so powerful,” Lillian said, sticking out her tongue. “There have been countless adventurers who have tried to kill it, to get their hands on the treasures that have accumulated in its cave for thousands of years. However, it can kill the greatest warrior in the world without breaking a sweat. No one can defeat the black Dragon Arvesos. We can only pray that it doesn’t fly to our city.”

Then Lillian said in a low voice, “But I’ve passed the Year of the Dancing Black Dragon three times, and I haven’t seen it. A poor town like ours doesn’t even have a decent piece of treasure in it. The black dragon would never be interested. It would never come to Westwind. In fact… I might never get the chance to see it.”

“Don’t jinx it!” Robb said. “If you do, you might be able to eat at the same table with it this year.”

“Well? What do you mean, ‘jinx it’?” Lillian looked bewildered.

‘Well, that’s a bit hard to explain …’

Robb was chatting happily with the little maid when he saw a large group of people come to the church door. The leader was the mayor. Behind him were his wife and son, and some of the most prominent wealthy people in town. They all had wives and children…

Robbins was confused. “What are you doing? Are you here as a group to confess?”

The mayor said, “Father, we’ve come to ask you to come with us to the town gate to greet Baron Palses.”

“What?” Robbage said. “Who is Baron Palses? I hardly know him. Why should I welcome him?”