Chương 102: A Tragedy Caused by a Pigeon

Why is it a pigeon?

Moreover, it wasn't even his own pigeon— As Richard watched the plate of truffle-roasted pigeon being placed in front of Marek's three sons on his left, he couldn't help but twitch his eye.

How should I seduce her now?

I wonder if it can still be bewitched after it's been eaten and only bones remain. If not, I'd better hurry.

While Richard was worrying, Marek's three sons were also secretly observing the poet.

Unlike his father and brothers, his eyes held not only surprise but also a hint of jealousy.

As the young master of the Schneider family, he had just turned twenty this year. He was spoiled, loved to fantasize, was short-sighted, and impetuous—although his father and brothers always criticized him for this, he never cared.

In his view, what's wrong with being hot-blooded? If you're not hot-blooded, what kind of young person are you?

Therefore, he was immediately struck by Isabella's beauty at first sight, which led to inappropriate feelings. When he saw Isabella chatting happily with Richard, these feelings were immediately twisted into jealousy.

He thought to himself: Why should a lousy poet like him eat at the same table as us?

Her Highness must have been deceived by his appearance and sweet talk!

As a true nobleman, I have a duty to expose this guy's pretense and make His Highness turn his attention to someone more worthy!

Of course.

Although the young master was hot-tempered, he was not stupid. On the contrary, he had a lot of experience dealing with women and knew that he should not try to comfort someone who was biased towards another person. Such honest behavior would only have the opposite effect.

Therefore, he did not act rashly, but observed and thought, and finally came up with an idea — That was to instruct his trusted maid to secretly add the local specialty, pungent yellow pepper powder, to the truffle-roasted pigeon that was to be served to the poet!

He noticed that Richard kept looking at the plate of roast pigeon in front of him.

What does this tell us?

This means the poet must really enjoy eating pigeons!

In this way, he only needs to put the yellow pepper powder in advance, and when the poet gets his share of pigeon and starts to wolf it down, he will definitely fall for it and end up crying and making a fool of himself at the banquet!

Thinking of this, Marek's third son couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He then found a maid and, through a combination of coercion and seduction, passed on the order.

Soon, the pigeon, which had been over-seasoned, was brought to Richard.

But what the young nobleman couldn't understand was that Richard showed no intention of speaking.

No, eat! Why aren't you eating?

the other side.

Richard was still thinking about how to get that tempting plate of roast pigeon back.

Grace, to my right, leaned over and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Richard blinked.

"Is it that obvious?"

Grace nodded.

Okay, then I'll tone it down a bit — wait, I'm getting an idea!

Richard pulled Grace aside and whispered, "I want to do something little naughty. Would you be interested in helping me?"

Grace smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Do you even need to ask? Since it's a bad thing, then I have to get a share!"

"Then you'll do this in a bit—" 1 Half a minute later.

"Ouch!"

When Grace got up to take a drink from a passing servant, she pretended to slip and drop the glass, letting out a cry of surprise before quickly making amends. In the end, she caught the glass just before it shattered.

"Ha, thank goodness~" After the little incident ended, Grace smiled apologetically at the crowd that had been drawn over, and the crowd returned the smiles.

Richard, however, took this opportunity to use his 17 points of agility and the stealth effect of the Harpist Badge to switch his roasted pigeon with the roasted pigeon of the Marek Tribe!

After he finished, he put the pigeon into his dimensional bag with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Grace put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction: "What happened to the bad thing you promised? You just gave me a pigeon instead?"

Richard, having accomplished his mission, was too lazy to bother with it and casually replied, "Didn't I also make you look like a clown?"

1 Grace blinked.

"Hey, that's interesting—"

"Right, right~"

"Little poet, you've become even more interesting. But since you dared to play tricks on me, you must be prepared to be tricked back, right?"

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Richard was slightly taken aback, then felt Grace extend her long left leg from under the table, rubbing against his right leg— Ouch, it itches!

While Richard was "tortured," Malek's third son frowned.

Where are the pigeons in front of the poet? When were they eaten? Where's the sneezing he was expecting?

Weird!

He couldn't understand it, and subconsciously started eating the pigeon in front of him.

"Achoo!"

Are you alright?

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!!!"

"?"

—Then he burst into tears, displaying his most shameful behavior.

Grace quietly withdrew her leg.

"So this is the bad thing you were talking about. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you~"

"?"

Richard looked completely bewildered.

Huh? Me? What did I do?!

Another half hour passed.

"It is truly my honor to share a drink with Your Highness today. However, even the finest banquet must come to an end. Now, I urge all distinguished guests to rest assured. I swear on the honor of the Schneider family that not a single vampire will be allowed to enter Longlance Castle."

"Thank you for your hospitality————" As Marek and Isabella exchanged pleasantries, the banquet, riddled with so many interludes it was almost like being sieves, finally came to an end.

Richard returned to his small bedroom, took out a roasted pigeon, and cast a charm spell.

[Truffle Roasted Pigeon: Thank you, kind person! Thank you for saving my life!] He looked at the perfectly cooked, fragrant pigeons and scratched his head.

Are you sure you're still alive?

To repay your kindness, I've decided to repay you with my body!

"You mean, I can eat you now?"

No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant the gift pack! The gift pack! As for me, if you don't mind, just let me get moldy— You have received a gift pack containing truffle-roasted pigeon.

Wow, that's pretty straightforward.

Having successfully obtained the gift package, Richard agreed to the pigeon's request to "die peacefully in its sleep," and instead opened the gift package.

[You have gained the talent: Strengthen Your Body. Your Constitution attribute increases by 1 point. Additionally, when you are fatally attacked for the first time each day, you can forcibly retain your last bit of life, thus avoiding being killed instantly.] Note: "Every main character must have an invincibility skill!" —The Man from One Piece Hey! That's a great skill!

However, if possible, I still hope that I will never have to use it in my life.

Why lock blood? I'm a Beast Tamer, isn't Summon Grace useful enough?

Richard shrugged and shut down the system.

She then left the bedroom to meet up with Grace, preparing to participate in the patrol mission. Although Marek vowed to protect everyone, out of caution, Isabella personally took the lead and had everyone participate in the guard work.

Richard and Grace happened to be on the first shift.

They had barely stepped outside when they saw Isabella in the castle corridor— 2