Chapter 1277 - 315: Advancement (4)

Chapter 1277: Chapter 315: Advancement (4)

The blind man drank soup and noticed his wife still looked worried, so he laughed,

and said:

"I just had the wolf cub incite Liu Dahu to sign up for the front line, that’s all."

"You, husband, asked me to find Sister Feng to approve that list."

"Yes, that’s all I did. But I didn’t know that the Sword Saint would go out of the city to help us kill Chu State scouts."

"Husband, you didn’t know?"

"He’s the Sword Saint; how could I control him? I only know that he should do something. With war looming, it’s a pity to leave him at home without use.

He can go to the Earl’s Mansion to find Siniang or wait for my lord to return; it’s just a matter of a word, but with this expedition, he won’t be able to escape."

A gentleman can be deceived with manners. He’s not a good person, but he’s a gentleman."

However, he’s more aggressive than I imagined; after all, he’s someone who practices swordsmanship, with a straightforward—no, not ’straightforward’—rather, someone who is thorough."

He can pick it up and put it down, and after putting it down, he can pick it up anytime again. Tsk tsk."

"Husband is speaking words I don’t understand again."

"Just remember them and savor slowly."

At that moment, the sound of knocking came from the door.

One knock, followed by three successive knocks, one knock, followed by three successive knocks.

In between, there was a voice asking:

"Mr. Bei, Mr. Bei?"

"Come in."

The blind man put the last dumpling into his mouth.

Xiao Yibo pushed the door open, stood at the entrance, and said, "Mr. Bei, the Earl asked me to bring you a message: children should read more books."

"Got it."

"Is there anything you need me to relay back to the Earl?"

"No need, I’ll follow you to the Earl’s Mansion."

"Okay, sir."

The blind man stood up and said to his wife, "Thanks for tidying up."

Usually,

Yuexin would cook, and the blind man would wash the dishes.

The blind man washed dishes, cleaner than any normal person, because he had a cleanliness obsession.

Of course, this is one of life’s small nuances. Since being human, one should live with some human flavor.

Yuexin smiled and nodded,

and handed a lantern to the blind man.

The blind man accepted it,

and after stepping out the door,

Xiao Yibo reached out and took the lantern from the blind man, leading the way ahead.

"Mr. Bei, the neighbor has just returned."

"Mm."

"Mr. Bei, watch your step, there’s water pooled here."

"Mm."

...

"Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle..."

Liang Cheng held a large ladle, scooping fresh blood from a big barrel, and poured it along a bamboo pipe extending from the coffin mouth, flowing directly into the coffin.

Actually, it could be poured directly into the coffin.

The reason for using a long bamboo pipe to feed it is that after traveling this distance in the ice cellar, the blood temperature becomes pleasant when it flows into the coffin—slightly cool.

Some people just like such meticulous touches.

After scooping out more than half a barrel, Liang Cheng walked to the coffin, knocked on the top,

and asked:

"Should I freeze the remaining half?"

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open, revealing A Ming’s face. Though soaked in blood a moment ago, he emerged without a trace of bloodstain.

"Today’s blood is good."

"Chosen specifically from skilled wild people on the battlefield."

"Thoughtful."

"You’re welcome."

"Next time you’re injured, I’ll treat you well too."

"Are you cursing me?"

"Are you afraid of curses?"

"True."

A Ming braced his arm on the coffin’s edge and said, "Another war is imminent."

"What, tired of it?"

A Ming shook his head, "How could I tire of something so interesting? What I admire most is the fireworks—the mass fading of life."

"You’re not in high spirits."

"Lying too long, become a bit lazy, feels like I’ve found the winter hibernation vibe."

"Getting shot with a few more arrows will do."

"Believe it or not, next time you’re hurt, I’ll surround you with dead pigs to provide sinister vibes?"

"I rarely get injured; you’re around my lord, and my lord... Anyway, you easily get hurt, so I might consider putting you in a sausage workshop in the city."

"I’m joking."

"I am too."

A Ming turned around, fetched a red wine glass from the coffin, and used his fingernails to retrieve ice-stored red wine from the coffin’s back.

Poured half a glass,

swirled it lightly, took a sip.

Then,

handed the glass to Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng took the glass, drained it in one gulp.

"Alas, apart from the blind man here, no one knows how to appreciate wine—completely wasting my stuff."

"Siniang?"

"That’s her project."

"You continue resting, there’s work at the camp requiring my attention."

"You get busy; I’ll come out when it’s time to march against Chu."

"You rest."

......

"Hey, big guy, where do you think my master went? I’m worried sick."

In the moonlight, the sword maid sat in the small courtyard, shelling sunflower seeds.

Fanli scratched his head and said:

"Can’t tell."

"I’m really worried."

"Okay."

"Do you think the master got tired of life here and left without saying goodbye?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Gut feeling."

"I shouldn’t ask you."

"That’s right."

"Could it be the master thinks I’m dumb and doesn’t want me?"

"Possible."

"..." Sword maid.

The sword maid angrily said: "Shouldn’t you tell me I’m smart and gifted? I’m a born Sword Embryo, you know!"