I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 194 Brocade Clothes
Huangsha Town is no smaller than Maijiu Town, but its permanent population is only over 6000. In the afternoon, there are hardly any pedestrians on the road. Some shop owners are sleeping on deck chairs and don't bother to pay attention to passing vehicles.

After observing for a while, Yuehua said, "It seems like your place doesn't have much of a service mentality?"

"What's the point of shouting in this heat? It'll be better after the sun goes down. But I remember it was most lively when caravans came by. Usually, it's just local acquaintances in town who spend a few bucks."

As DuPont spoke, he looked toward the somewhat dilapidated courtyard, where an old man and a young man had appeared at the gate, gazing into the distance.

"We're here." DuPont suppressed the memories in his mind, opened the car door, and smiled. "Dad?"

"Didn't I tell you? Things haven't been very peaceful here lately." The man's tone was somewhat helpless, but his eyes were filled with joy: "I just heard you brought your fiancée back? Why are you thinking about this kind of thing so early? Did a professor at the academy introduce her to you? What's she like?"

DuPont looked at the elf who hadn't gotten out of the car, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "He's alright, just a bit old."

"Huh?" Old DuPont frowned upon hearing this. Could it be that his son was being kept by a sugar daddy because he was short of money?

How big?

"120."

"120 years old?" Old DuPont couldn't help but gasp. Could an old tree really bloom?
But then it dawned on me: "It's an elf?"

“Yes.” DuPont smiled. The Moon Elf slowly got out of the car, but she had changed into a priest’s robe. She smiled slightly and said, “Greetings, Baron. I am DuPont’s girlfriend. You can call me Jasmine. These are my friends. They’ve come with me to take a look around.”

"Hello, Pastor Jasmine." Hearing that the greeting was based on her title, the Baron breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, he really wouldn't have known what to address her.

Although an elf's 120 years old is roughly equivalent to a human's 19 years old in terms of age ratio, it still feels strange if the other person were to call him "uncle."

As a baron who rose to power through merit, the Dupont family's history was rather muddled. They only officially became nobles in his generation, and their family tree was not even as old as this elf.

"This way, please. There aren't many rules in this small town, so please make yourselves at home." The baron gestured, "You must be tired from your journey. Please take your friends and rest in the guest rooms first. By the way, I heard you encountered some bandits."

"Yes, those horses were stolen. Although they're not top-tier warhorses, I think they could fetch twenty or thirty gold coins, right?"

The baron glanced at it, then frowned, dismissing the servants to their tasks before whispering, "You stole it?"

“Yes, their bodies are still in my spatial bag.” DuPont patted his waist pouch. “When we’re done with this, let’s find a few soldiers to escort them through the city gate, to give these bandits a heads-up.”

After hearing this, the Baron couldn't help but give DuPont a deep look. Was this child going to study at a magic academy or to train in the hell of Bathor?

"What exactly is going on?"

DuPont briefly described it: "They dare to rob me just because I don't look like a local. Isn't that corrupting the local customs of Northeast China? If this happens too often, who will dare to invest here?"

"You look so young and you're traveling with four female elves, all of whom are hiding their identities. You do look like a novice adventure team, not to mention that elves are generally quite wealthy."

The baron said in a low voice, “Come with me to the backyard in a moment, and I’ll see those corpses.”

DuPont was somewhat surprised: "Why are you looking at this thing?"

“The local bandits aren’t just Nas people; there might be some from our town too.” The baron coughed awkwardly. “If they act recklessly, you can kill them, but to link your own people together is going too far.”

The father and son chatted idly, while the elves who were eavesdropping were getting a little numb.

What do you mean by "linking them up"? What do you mean by "just kill them if they're being reckless"? Doesn't this place have any laws? Is this still the self-proclaimed civilized and open Harua?

“You’re right.” DuPont had no idea what the elves were thinking. He took a magic longsword from his spatial bag and tossed it to the captain who had come to lead the way: “Thank you for your help.”

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the warrior who was holding the enchanted longsword in his hand at a loss. The baron did not say anything after seeing this, but simply waved his hand to let him leave.

Jona was puzzled by this scene and sent a message: "Your Highness, Dupont, the man who questioned us earlier, wouldn't even give us a single silver coin. This weapon is worth at least 200 gold coins, so why is he being so generous?"

“Nas City isn’t his family’s, and he doesn’t know anyone there. But these soldiers are his father’s men. Giving them to them is a way to win people’s hearts.”

Qiao Nawei seemed to understand but not quite, but Yuehua didn't say one thing: This kid is probably going to pretend to be rich.

The father and son were examining the corpses when several elves arrived at the guest room. After thinking for a moment, Cui Xing said, "Your Highness, I had a feeling that Du Bang was being a bit too murderous."

Moonflower frowned upon hearing this. The Sun Elf lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard by the father and son downstairs and being silenced: "Let's not even talk about the atmosphere on Evergrande Island. In Faerun, anyone who takes action will draw blood, which is already considered ruthless enough to disregard the law. But this kid DuPont takes action without hesitation, without considering any way out or compromise. This can't be explained by simple ruthlessness. He's just a pure brute."

“DuPont does act impulsively, but have you noticed that he’s never been sued?” Yuehua argued, but also rubbed her fingers nervously. “It’s probably because of his family influence. We’ll teach him a thing or two later.”

“There’s a saying that old habits die hard, Your Highness.” The Sun Elf cautiously looked downstairs: “Those guys on Evergrande Island speak in a sarcastic and unpleasant way, but DuPont is a smart man and he’ll definitely be able to tell the difference. With his temper, he’ll probably be a killer all the way to the island. Even Her Majesty the Queen might have a hard time dealing with him.”

"That shouldn't be the case. He's fought at the academy before, but he knows his limits. It's just that what he did was a bit reckless. If he gets into that habit, he'll definitely suffer in the future. I really don't know how that paladin manages to hang out with him."

Moonflower made a sarcastic remark, but then thought it was actually quite good: "If this guy is really hard to change, then we definitely don't need to worry about that paladin. Unless she wants to abandon her own path, she will definitely be tested if she stays with DuPont for too long. Even her family won't agree to it."

She had painstakingly advised him, only to find that her own prince was thinking that others shouldn't compete with her for a man. The Sun Elf was somewhat numb: "Your Highness, you can't spoil him like this. If you continue to act so recklessly, we might also be implicated."

"What you're saying is all baseless. Besides, I'm not even married yet." Moonflower couldn't help but turn to look at Sun Elf: "You're not usually this talkative. Why do you seem to care more than I do?"

Upon hearing this, the Sun Elf realized he had spoken out of turn and was about to explain when Jona also spoke up: "That's right. If Lord Dupont were truly an absolutely rational mage, why would he have come to help us after defeating the Drow? Who could say anything wrong about him going back to ask for reinforcements? But we're afraid that some of our people can no longer stand here."

Hearing Jona's words, the Sun Elf couldn't help but glare at the guy, only to be met with a glare in return: "What, did I say something wrong? I was indeed the most seriously injured at the time, but you were also wounded. In the end, he was your savior!"

The sun elf was furious, but unable to refute it, and said in a low voice, "I've talked too much, haven't I? Honestly, I was just worried about His Highness's safety."

Jona, however, wasn't buying it. They were all His Highness's servants; why was Jona so talkative? "What does His Highness's like or dislike have to do with you? She has a long future ahead of her. Even if she can't be with Lord Dupont in the end, it will still be a unique memory for Her Highness, at most a few years wasted. The benefits Her Highness gains from success are completely disproportionate to the waste from failure. How can you be so petty about something so small!"

Suddenly confronted with such a rebuke, even the sun elf's mind, with its mage's wisdom, was somewhat stunned, leaving it speechless. Moonflower waved her hand helplessly: "Alright, why are you arguing over such a small matter? Wouldn't people laugh at you if word got out?"

As soon as Yuehua spoke, the two who had been at each other's throats immediately lowered their heads. Downstairs, the father and son actually found two fellow villagers. The Baron patted Dupont on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

"Don't be so reckless in the future. If you leave these corpses outside, wild dogs will naturally take care of them. If you really link them together, what will the villagers think of us? Not to mention, if they are really planning to retaliate, even if you don't do this, they will still come to attack you. Doing this might alert them, and things will not turn out well."

DuPont thought about it and agreed: "It does seem a bit cruel, so how about we just forget about it?"

"How can we let it go? My son was ambushed by a bunch of scum. We need to get an explanation. Otherwise, people will think I can't even lift a sword anymore!" The baron sneered. "Nail them to crosses as road signs. That's both beautiful and practical, and much more civilized than stringing them together."

Several elves: "."

Does this baron have some misunderstanding of the word "civilization"?

(End of this chapter)