30: Chapter 30: Turn Yourself into a Work of Art 30: Chapter 30: Turn Yourself into a Work of Art By the ti the cargo had been transported, it was already past two in the afternoon.
Not only had Yars managed to clear and transport all the items, but he had also recorded everything in the accounts, which was far more rational than the Beastman side, at least there was no worry about any omissions.
“Finally finished with the chores, and this ti it nearly killed .”
Upon arriving on the Human side, Zhao Guang had to be mindful of his appearance and painfully took another sip of Potion to recover his strength.
He quickly wiped himself down and changed into a new set of clothes before stepping out of the Space Gate.
Seeing Zhao Guang’s appearance, Yars was very satisfied.
“Very good, this is how a high-ranking person should look, let’s go.”
Yars invited Zhao Guang to ride in his carriage, although it wasn’t as stable as a three-wheeler.
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you the Micro Light Breathing thod when we get back to the camp.”
“It’s not that I’m anxious, I just want to see what this top-level Breathing Technique is like.
By the way, are there any Potions that can accelerate the training of Breathing Techniques?”
“There are, but they are all under the control of His Majesty the King, who is responsible for distributing them.”
Yars frowned as he spoke, obviously not eager to delve deeper into this topic which was likely taboo.
Zhao Guang sighed, realizing that strengthening connections on the Beastman side was still necessary.
Then, Zhao Guang changed the subject, “Then, I wonder if I could buy so of those Potions?
They seem quite useful.” Zhao Guang gestured with a bottle to Yars.
Yars looked surprised, “Your Mages and Alchemists behind you, can’t they make them?”
Before Zhao Guang could reply, Yars seed to understand, “Right, they indeed don’t need them.
So they probably don’t care whether other people need them or not.”
Good, there was no need to make up excuses anymore, Zhao Guang lowered his head, smiling, and remained silent.
“I can decide to sell so of these items, but the quantity cannot be too large, as they are all contraband.
And the price, it’s also not low.”
Zhao Guang nodded, “Understood, the price shouldn’t be a problem.”
His Gold Coins now were of no use to him unless he wanted to impact the market or draw the attention of the nation.
Keeping Gold Coins locked away for now, wasn’t it better to exchange them for sothing that could enhance himself?
Since becoming wealthy overnight recently, Zhao Guang felt he had little pursuit of money.
Even at this mont, Zhao Guang felt a bit lost, not knowing what he should do.
It’s just that even if he did nothing and simply laid back, it seed it wouldn’t be too bad.
While chatting, the two finally returned to the camp and ca to Yars’s tent.
Opening the door, what was that?
Zhao Guang felt as if there was a light inside that made his eyes sting, and he couldn’t help but look away; the scene was simply unbearable to look at directly.
The next mont, Yars suddenly shut the door, “Lord Zhao Guang, could you wait a mont, I need to handle sothing.”
With a smile, Zhao Guang said, “You go ahead with your matters, I’m not in a hurry,” and with that, he walked away.
Shortly after, the sound of the door slamming against the wall echoed, and faint voices from inside could be heard.
“Ocoro, you bastard, how many tis have I told you, you may have no sha, but I still do.”
“Shut your mouth, Yars, this is noble art and won’t tolerate your desecration.”
“Put your clothes on imdiately, or I will hang you in front of the barracks for everyone to see your ‘art’.”
“Humph, consider it a favor that I’m even wearing a piece of cloth; don’t be ungrateful.”
Yars, boiling with anger, exclaid, “Get out of here, you jerk!”
The door opened, and Ocoro stepped out, his flab swaying elegantly, clad in nothing but a piece of cloth.
However, the mont he saw Zhao Guang, Ocoro’s eyes lit up, “Haha, Lord Zhao Guang, you’ve finally arrived.
Where is my stuff, hurry up and give it to .”
Stuff?
Zhao Guang rembered, Ocoro was referring to those artworks.
When he had bought stuff initially, he had picked up a few on the side, and it seed like he had thrown them all in during this shipnt.
Anyway, he had bought several of those so-called Western art magazines on a whim.
Only, the shop assistant’s gaze seed sowhat peculiar at the ti of purchasing.
“Haha, of course, I brought those artworks.
I placed them together with the other goods, let’s go find them in a bit.”
“What, you dared to mix the precious artworks with those vulgar things?
This is simply a desecration of art.
No, I must find them myself.”
Ocoro no longer paid attention to Zhao Guang and hurriedly ran towards the supply warehouse.
Standing behind, Zhao Guang could still see the flab twisting and turning, and the cloth wavering in the wind, barely visible.
“Lord Ocoro, is this, is this turning yourself into an artwork?”
Wanting to criticize, Zhao Guang, noticing other people around, quickly changed his comntary.
Humans are themselves works of art, aren’t they.
Suddenly, Yars ca out of his room, his face full of embarrassnt, the anger dissipated.
“Let’s go to the training field,” he said, “I’ll teach you the Micro Light Breathing thod, it’s not feasible here.” Yars seed to hurriedly lead Zhao Guang outside, perhaps contemplating sothing.
As they were walking, Yars suddenly rembered sothing and stopped.
“Klay, go get the supplentary potions for the training, after all, Lord Zhao Guang isn’t getting any younger.”
Klay appeared from a corner, “Yes, Commander, I’ll go right now.” After speaking, he ran off without looking back, clearly knowing it wasn’t a good ti to make a scene.
The two n walked one behind the other towards the outside of the barracks, only to see Ocoro appear in their line of sight once again.
One hand clutching a book, his eyes sparkling as he struck a distorted pose.
“Hurry, quickly carve this down, you incompetents, I told you to learn carving properly but you wouldn’t listen.” The book in his hands bore various Western carving patterns.
It was apparent that Ocoro was mimicking the postures in the book, but his interpretation appeared sowhat innovative.
Yars was beyond speech at this point; after the man had left the tent, he hadn’t even kept the last piece of cloth.
Seeing his excited deanor, it was clear he had forgotten the aning of the word ‘dignity.’
If it weren’t for the fact that this man was his relative, Yars might have desired to twist his head off and use it as a night pot.
“This way,” Yars called out, and took a different route to avoid Ocoro.
Many people in the vicinity were full of admiration for Ocoro, and the only other person in the camp whom the Commander would avoid was indeed the Lord himself.
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