Chapter 50: Song of The Wind (9)

Chapter 50: Song of The Wind (9)

Bazz really didnt seem to know anything and honestly told Tang Cuo about the time when he was sick.

At that time, I had spent all my savings and didnt have money to buy medicine. I didnt know who to borrow from either. It was a very cold winter, I thought I couldnt make it till spring, so I even wrote a dying letter, hehe. I didnt expect Dr. Albert to knock on the door one day. He said that he was seeing Mrs. Lawrence next door and happened to smell the medicine from my room, so he came to have a look.

When talking about Dr. Albert, Bazz looked very respectful.

Tang Cuo thought, if he takes the initiative to come to Bazzs door, isnt it like door-to-door sales? He was reminded of the scammers that managed to cheat quite a lot of old people at the community he lived in when he was still alive.

How did he treat you?

He gave me medicine.

Only medicine?

Hm I think there was nothing else? Sometimes Dr. Albert will check on me, but I dont think I feel wrong anywhere.

Tang Cuo thought for a moment and continued to ask: Were you completely conscious when doing the check?

Bazz scratched his head, tilted to one side and thought about it carefully. It took a long time before he finally said: I seem to fall asleep on two occasions. I just dozed off and couldnt remember anything clearly. Is this important? Theodore, Dr. Albert is really a good person.

Even if he might have some bad intention?

But he saved me.

Bazz blinked. He just thought about it in the simplest manner and came up with the simplest answer.

By this point, Tang Cuo understood that Bazz probably wouldnt care about Dr. Alberts hidden identity or what his evil plan was. The most important thing was that Dr. Aldert saved his life.

At his most desperate moment when no one came to help, Dr. Albert extended a helping hand.

It was just that simple.

I see, Bazz. Tang Cuo said nothing more.

Bazz was terribly tired with his his eyelids struggling, and he really didnt know anything else. Tang Cuo watched him lie down and walked to the window again.

Dawn was breaking.

The dim morning light was shining on the horizon, but the white rays looked as though they were painted on a canvas, their colour bleached and cold. The wind chime quivered, its crisp sound breaking the tranquility of the night.

Jin Cheng was still wandering in the street.

White Leaf District in the early morning was a busy place, without any transition from the calmness of the night to the liveliness of the morning at all. Restlessness and anxiety could be felt bubbling in the rush. Jin Cheng followed a pair of father and son from the residential area to the dock, where he bought a piece of black bread and some potato soup. The bread was dry and hard, and the potato soup really had only potatoes. It was a horrible experience.

But Jin Cheng still sat down by the roadside and finished his breakfast, then he rested his chin on the small harp, watching people come and go.

People passing by could see that he was a bard. The owner of the black bread shop wiped his hands, walked out of the shop and asked him: Why are you here? Is something wrong?

Jin Cheng looked up: Is it like I shouldnt be here?

A bards poems should be praises to the great men.

What kind of person would be considered a great man?

Being asked this question, the owner of the black bread shop only replied after a long moment: A great person, of course.

Jin Cheng thought this answer was very interesting, but the owner seemed like he was angry. He mumbled something that Jin Cheng couldnt hear and returned to the shop with a sullen face. Jin Cheng sat cross-legged on the ground and started to play the harp, plucking on the strings.

An old man passing by gave him a strange look, and Jin Cheng asked him: Would you like to order a song?

The old man ignored him and left. He might feel that he had encountered a crazy man so early in the morning.

Jin Cheng didnt care either. He just wanted to lighten up his mood by playing the harp and sort out his thoughts by the way. Thinking left and right, he felt that the key to clear this game was still Bazz.

Because only Bazz was appearing in front of everyone as alive.

But the system apparently assigned Aesop, who was possibly Dr. Albert, to Tang Cuo and Priest Peter to him respectively. He had no way to intervene with the affairs surrounding Bazz and could only continue to search for Peter.

At this point, he didnt know that Tang Cuo had already met Peter. After playing a song, he patted his buttock, stood up and decided to go to Celtic.

Celtic was now running between St. Peter and White Leaf District. When Jin Cheng found him, he was at the church.

Hey, Lancelot, good morning. Celtic seemed to have a favourable impression of Jin Cheng.

I didnt sleep all night, dear Celtic. Jin Cheng shrugged.

That sounds bad.

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As the two of them chatted, Celtic pulled Jin Cheng aside and asked: Where is Theodore? Is he okay?

Tang Cuo remained calm, but Bazz was both worried and curious when he heard it, and he couldnt help but talk to them. Hearing their conversation, Tang Cuo was certain that this was the work of Jin Cheng.

The Greenvines Alliance was unlikely to expose such news by themselves.

This gave him some other ideas.

At this moment, Tang Cuo suddenly felt a strong wave of magic coming at them. Although his magic was still very weak, his perception was exceptionally strong. At the most critical moment, he kicked the door open, pushed Bazz and others out of the carriage, then simultaneously drew the Sword of Judgment and slashed in the direction of the magic attack.

The longsword cut off the flash of light from the attack. Tang Cuo rolled on the ground to dodge and quickly glanced at his back: Bazz, follow me, dont run around.

Bazz nodded repeatedly even though his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Although he loved to read the stories of knights and wizards, and he also enjoyed listening to the everlasting poems written by bards, he didnt have any sword fighting skills or magic!

Ouch ouch ouch ouch! He saw the magic attack coming again, looking as though it was about to hit him in the face.

A sturdy figure holding a sword with both hands flashed before his eyes with a speed as fast as a tigers and once again cut off the attack. Bazz could only see the image of a most spectacular man glowing in his eyes and desperately wanted to applaud him.

Tang Cuo silently lowered his gaze for a moment as many thoughts flew by his mind. This attack was fierce but not lethal, because the enemy had a clear goal they were here to take Bazz away, not to kill Tang Cuo.

The next second, Tang Cuo grabbed Bazzs wrist and said: Go!

He decided to take Bazz into the tunnel.

The tavern wasnt far from the point of attack. Tang Cuo shielded Bazz as they ran, deliberately making his movements very loud to conveniently alert the guards on patrol and the members of the Greenvines Alliance who were sent to East Street by Celtic.

There! This group of people arrived just in time.

Seeing more and more people, Tang Cuo quietly pulled Bazz over and blended into the crowd, rapidly fleeing from the scene.

The person in charge of guarding the tavern recognised Theodore and let them go in after a little questioning. Tang Cuo used this chance to ask them to inform Jin Cheng that he would take Bazz into the tunnel.

He also left behind a note.

After everything was settled and before entering the tunnel, Tang Cuo suddenly stopped, then he turned around and asked Bazz: Bazz, it may be dangerous later, do you still want to go with me?

Bazz was taken aback, then he immediately gave Tang Cuo a hearty smile: Theodore, although I dont understand whats happening right now, I believe you.

Tang Cuo looked at him and said nothing.

About fifteen minutes later, Jin Cheng received the news that Tang Cuo had taken Bazz into the tunnel and saw the note. There was only one word on it Bait.

Celtic didnt know what Bait meant, but Jin Cheng knew. Combined with the information that Tang Cuo had deliberately asked the guard to inform Jin Cheng, he could roughly produce a guess.

Keywords: Bazz, tunnel, and bait.

Who was the bait?

Undoubtedly, it must be Bazz.

Tang Cuo took Bazz into the tunnel as bait, but the tunnel was now tightly guarded by the Greenvines Alliance, so it would be extremely difficult for the Rose Sect to charge in and catch Bazz. Since both ends of the tunnel were blocked, they might be trapped for good, therefore the tunnel was by no means a good place to make their moves.

But Tang Cuos simple word bait seemed to be certain that the Rose Sect would take the bait, which meant that there must be something important in the tunnel.

This was what Tang Cuo really wanted to convey.

Jin Cheng told Celtic his guess, but Celtic was very puzzled: If so, why didnt he make it clear? Theodore isnt a person who likes to be cryptic.

Celtic, do you actually believe that all the people standing around you are on your side? Jin Cheng asked back: If Priest Peter can betray the Grand Duke, your comrades can betray you. The Rose Sects eyes and ears are everywhere.

Hearing this, Celtic subconsciously frowned. Although he didnt want to admit it, he had no way to refute it either and could only say: I believe in my comrades.

Jin Cheng shrugged: But it doesnt mean that we shouldnt be cautious.

Jin Cheng remembered the blackboard at the Greenvines Alliance office in the Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight Country. There was a rose crest there, so the Greenvines Alliance must have been infiltrated by the enemy. Even if they might not be at the moment, they would be in the future.

He was certain that Tang Cuo must have thought of this too, so he was careful with his message.

But weve thoroughly searched that tunnel and didnt find anything strange. And we havent found any other tunnel. Celtic still remained suspicious. It wasnt that he didnt believe Theodore, rather, he didnt believe Lancelot.

He was just a bard, a pretty strange bard who happened to cross paths with Aesop The Rebel.

Then Ill ask you a question, Celtic if those missing corpses are really in the hands of the Rose Sect and they want to do something with the corpses, where will they hide the corpses?

Of course in a hidden place.

Yes, a hidden place where no matter what happens, no one will ever find out. Dont you want to think about it carefully?

Jin Cheng patiently dropped hints and Celtic was guided along. Then he remembered the information that Tang Cuo left behind: The tunnel?!

Jin Cheng snapped his fingers: Yes, the tunnel. You have speculated before that there might be more than one tunnel, right? You havent found it, but that doesnt mean it doesnt exist.

Celtic couldnt help being convinced: Then what do we do now?

Jin Cheng: We have to change the plan and act along with Theodore.