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Chapter 79
Chapter 79. My Great Talent 2.0
Fick put on his mask and took a carriage to a spot twenty kilometers west of Koyanxiton, where a tributary of the Right Karsi River made a sharp bend and washed out a fan-shaped alluvial plain.
He lifted the carriage curtain and looked toward the end of the plain. A grayish-brown hill rose from the ground, its body covered with mine tunnels and collapsed shafts. From a distance, it looked like a piece of cheese hollowed out by insects.
This was Old Crystal Mountain, the Old Crystal Mountain prospecting field often mentioned by northern crystal prospectors.
With his sharp eyesight, Fick looked from afar and saw that there were indeed many low shacks at the foot of the mountain. Wooden boards, oilcloth, iron sheets, and beast hides had been stitched together to form roofs and walls of varying heights.
Ѐǹ u mа́
The carriage barely came to a steady stop at the end of the muddy dirt road. Fick raised a hand, lifted the burlap curtain, and stepped down. The soles of his leather boots immediately sank half a finger deep into the soft mud.
As far as he could see, dense crowds of people were packed shoulder to shoulder. They stretched from the entrance all the way into the depths of the shantytown at the foot of the mountain, with no end in sight.
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At the edge of this crowded and chaotic crowd, several fierce-looking half-armored knights with sturdy builds were lazily leaning against crooked wooden posts on guard duty.
Short knives hung at their waists, and a handshake emblem was embroidered on their cuffs. Their duty was to watch the people coming and going, identify well-dressed merchants and nobles, bring business to the gang, and collect benefits.
The captain was the first to notice Fick. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately pushed aside the people crowding around him and hurried over.
The man before him wore clothing made from exquisite material. Although it had some dust on it, one could still tell that it was definitely not the sort of fabric ordinary crystal prospectors or petty merchants could afford. He also wore a mask that hid his face. His whole bearing was calm and distant, carrying an air of noble dignity that kept strangers away. At a glance, he was clearly no ordinary person.
Е̂ num̌а
The captain immediately restrained the fierceness on his face and replaced it with a fawning yet cautious expression. He squeezed in front of Fick, bowed slightly, and lowered his tone greatly.
“My lord, judging from your extraordinary attire, you must have come here to conduct some proper major business. May I ask whether you are here to seek goods, buy orcs, or handle some other important matter?”
“I want to hire some strong fighters to pull off a big job.” Fick held a Magic Crystal in his mouth and spoke in his microphone-king voice.
“How big is this job? Do you think I would do? I am cheap, and I have a few obedient subordinates.”
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Having just arrived in Koyanxiton, Fick needed a foothold and an information source. This person had a few subordinates and was familiar with Old Crystal Mountain, which made him perfect for handling some small matters so Fick could return home earlier to keep Alice company.
“I can see that you have something of a scholarly air. If you can help me find helpers this time, I will recommend you for a civil official post in the name of a North Saphile Advisor.”
Е n u m а
The captain froze violently, and even his bald head seemed to shine a little brighter.
What made his heart pound even more wildly was that as Fick spoke, he removed his glove and casually raised his left hand. A finely patterned silver ring engraved with the royal crest of North Saphile was clearly revealed on his finger, gleaming brightly.
It was a genuine exclusive token of a North Saphile Advisor. There was absolutely no possibility that it was fake!
If others heard that they could become civil officials with the name of North Saphile backing them, they would probably immediately kowtow in gratitude.
But this bald captain’s eyes widened until they were round. First, he stared at the ring and sucked in countless sharp breaths. Then his head shook like a rattle-drum.
He leaned half a step closer, and even the fawning look on his face faded.
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“My lord, I do not want to be a civil official. I do not care about any civil official’s salary. I just want to follow you and serve as your attendant, just as Sancho followed Don Quixote. Wherever you go, I will go. I will serve before and behind your saddle without a single complaint!”
As soon as these words came out, Fick was stunned at first. Then the corners of his mouth began rising uncontrollably, and the Magic Crystal in his mouth almost slipped out from the corner of his lips.
It took him great effort to hold back his laughter. The mask covered most of his expression, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden. Even his voice carried a rare trace of lightness. “You have actually read 《Don Quixote》?”
“Of course! I can even compose poems.”
The bald man instantly became spirited. No longer caring about hierarchy, he scratched his bald head and opened his mouth to recite a nonsensical line he had pondered over for a long time in imitation of the book. He even deliberately made his tone sound refined.
“Urine is the tear of the bladder; fart is the sigh of the large intestine. Diarrhea is the freedom of feces; constipation is the anus’s attempt to make it stay.”
Еn.u_m а . ĭ d̂.
Corners of my mouth, please stop rising.
Fick had to think through the most painful things he had experienced in this life before he finally managed to control his expression. He clapped his hands, nodded repeatedly, and said in an extremely solemn tone, “Good! That sentence alone is worth one gold Mane!”
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After saying that, he directly took a glittering gold Mane from the money pouch at his waist and stuffed it into the bald man’s hand.
This time, not only did the bald man freeze in place, even the gang subordinates standing guard nearby were completely dumbfounded. One by one, their mouths fell open, and their eyes nearly popped out.
“May I ask, my lord, what is good about it?” one subordinate could not help asking.
Before the bald man could raise his hand and slap his subordinate, Fick immediately answered, “This is something ordinary mortals like you do not understand. The first line is good because it uses the crudest imagery to deconstruct all that empty, pretentious lyricism in knight novels. This is called disenchantment, beating that false loftiness back into its original shape.”
W е̄ḃ n̆o̊v е l̆ Èn ům̀ ӓ
The bald man lowered his hand, somewhat bewildered.
“As for ‘diarrhea is the freedom of feces; constipation is the anus’s attempt to make it stay’—” Fick pursed his lips and held back his laughter. “These two lines have already risen to the level of philosophy.
“What is freedom? It is when feces wants to come out, and it comes out. What is retention? It is when the anus cannot bear to let it go. This is saying that between leaving and staying, there is no right or wrong. There is only physiology.”
He patted the bald man on the shoulder, his tone so sincere it was almost absurd. “That is why I say this poem is worth one gold Mane.”
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Could I truly be a genius? The bald captain was currently rebuilding his outlook on life and values.
His subordinates were even more envious. Forget a gold Mane; normally, if they could earn a few silver coins, that would already count as good. Yet a random piece of nonsense their boss blurted out had actually earned him one gold Mane from a noble patron. That was an amount they could not earn even after working for half a year. It was practically like a dream!
Ẁ е̄b̂ń ӧ v̆ѐ l Е̃ ñ u ṁа
“My lord, I can compose poems too: Rain falling from the sky is not pee; once drunk, it turns into pee. Since rain and pee go back and forth, why not just make the sky rain pee from the start?”
“Hahahaha, good. Very good indeed. Your poem also has flavor. It is worth one silver coin. Here, take it.”
“My lord, my lord, I have a poem too...”
The bald man clutched the warm gold Mane in his hand, his fingertips trembling.
For more than twenty years, he had struggled and crawled his way through the gang. He had always been treated as a petty lackey who chased power and influence. No one had ever looked at him properly. Usually, even when he collected protection fees, merchants would curse him in secret as a lapdog. Let alone being appreciated and praised like this.
After this barrage of praise and reward, he only felt dizzy, as if his entire body were floating. His eyes instantly reddened, and he was so moved that his lips trembled. For a long time, he could not say a complete sentence. His heart surged like a stormy sea, and he felt that in his entire life, he had never met such an important person who understood and appreciated him so deeply.
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A knight whispered to the bald man, “Captain, could this be a trick? Maybe he is trying to deceive us into going to an orc tribe so they can harvest our kidneys.”
The bald man gave the knight a hard slap across the face. “What part of your father here is worth one gold Mane? Is it not only this brain discovered by a noble patron?”
Fick looked at his appearance and desperately thought through the saddest things in his life before he forcibly kept his expression steady. He deliberately spoke solemnly, his tone full of praise.
“I originally came to see what the young talents of Old Crystal Mountain were like. I did not expect that after looking around, you would be the only great talent here!”
These words completely broke through Will’s psychological defenses. He suddenly came back to his senses, then without another word, reached out and pressed down on the heads of the subordinates beside him who were still reciting poems.
With a thud, several of them dropped to one knee. The bald man lowered his head heavily, and his voice was loud, respectful, and choked with emotion as he shouted:
W е b́n о̌vе̂ l̃ Е̌n̄umа̄
“My lord!”
That cry of “my lord” was utterly sincere. All his usual shrewd ruffian air vanished, leaving only wholehearted devotion.
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“My lord, I have drifted for half my life without meeting a worthy master. Now that I have received my lord’s appreciation, I am willing to serve you like a faithful dog or horse!”
Fick looked at the kneeling men and quickly helped the bald man up. Imitating Alex, he spoke in a voice that was sincere and considerate. “Quickly, get up. My name is Bruce Wayne. Great talent, what is your name?”
The bald man hurriedly raised his head, still extremely respectful, and answered loudly, “Reporting to my lord, this subordinate is Will Yans! I will go with my men right now to spread the word and arrange the location.”
“Talking to a great talent is truly comfortable.”
Ё.ǹ ûm а̌
“Thank you for your praise, my lord!”
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