Chapter 510: 8 Welco to Taoyuan Village
The cart trudged along the uneven road with difficulty.
The person pulling the cart was panting, while the one riding was at ease.
“Take it easy,” Bai Wei leisurely said to Vic, “Take your ti, don’t want anything to get broken.”
“It won’t.”
“I an, don’t drop .”
Vic gritted his teeth, saying “It won’t happen!” aloud while muttering to himself “You’ll get dropped eventually!”
Both the words spoken and thoughts were naturally heard by Bai Wei, but he paid no mind, simply smiling while fiddling with the music box in his hand and quietly observing Vic.
Everything Bai Wei was doing had aning.
Because Vic’s state at this mont was quite special.
“His eyes harbor a lion,” a phrase usually used to describe rebellious youths, but Vic was different, as his body genuinely harbored a beast.
And it wasn’t just any beast, but an extrely dangerous one.
So dangerous that dealing with it when it fully awakens would be very troubleso for the current Bai Wei, a slight mishap could easily tip over the boat.
Yet he was arguably the most crucial person on this land.
More important than Ulu to Rhein, Gerard to Lyra, or Nia to Holy Sound, so Bai Wei wanted to get what he needed from this land, he certainly had to keep Vic in his grasp.
As for how exactly to deal with such a beast…
Bai Wei gently wound up the music box, allowing the music to play again.
“By the way, how have you and your little dog been living?” he seemingly casually asked.
Vic replied while gasping, “Ade is… a wolf.”
“Ah yes, yes, a wolf, a wolf,” Bai Wei said with a chuckle, “So how have you and the little wolf been living?”
“I don’t get… what you an,” Vic said, “What do you an by, how we’ve been living?”
“Can a person really communicate with a wolf?” Bai Wei said, “I’m not doubting you, just a bit curious since I’ve never had a pet.”
“…Ade is not a pet,” Vic said, “He’s my family.”
“I know he’s your family, no need to stress that, what I’m more interested in is how he transford little by little from an ignorant beast into the family mber you rely on,” Bai Wei chose a comfortable position to recline on the cart, “Since we’re idle anyway, why not tell your story.”
Vic wanted to say, “I’m not idle; I’m still pulling the cart!”
But whether it was because no one ever asked about him and Ade, or he simply hadn’t seen Ade for too long, Vic started speaking uncontrollably: “That was… many years ago.”
The story itself was actually nothing new.
Just an orphan encountering a young lone wolf, starting from mutual hostility to eventual reliance, with hardly any twists or turns, more like a tranquil lake with an occasional breeze stirring a ripple.
And throughout Vic’s narration, Bai Wei would occasionally interject with seemingly casual questions.
Like.
“When did you first see him?”
“Was it winter? Was it snowing?”
“No? It was raining?”
Vic answered each question; under Bai Wei’s continual questioning, dusty mories seed to awaken.
He seed to return to that winter with raging storms, where his frail self hesitated to reach out to the dying wolf.
Such recollections burdened Vic, already struggling while pulling the cart.
Gradually, Vic’s mind beca muddled again, as if responding to Bai Wei’s queries was rely instinctual.
“Did you ever think of harming him?”
“…No.”
“Why not?”
“No reason.”
“There must be one,” Bai Wei’s voice echoed in Vic’s ears, “And it’s quite evident.”
“…I don’t understand.”
“You do understand,” Bai Wei’s voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing sothing, “Can’t recall now… he saved you, didn’t he.”
“…He saved ?”
“Yes, he saved you,” Bai Wei said, “On that stormy day, rember?”
In a flash, Vic opened his eyes in recollection.
Amidst the storm, Vic saw the boy reaching out to him, a faint smile forced on his pale face.
“Tell , Ade,” Bai Wei said softly, “Tell where Vic is.”
Vic’s pupils slightly contracted.
In that instant, a bolt of lightning erupted in the mory’s scene, its fury tearing through everything within monts, rushing at Vic with unstoppable force, engulfing him in the blink of an eye.
“Ahhhh…”
He felt excruciating pain, instinctively wanting to cry out.
But the very next mont, everything vanished.
Vic stood dazed in front of a dilapidated little village, his palms sweating as he gripped the cart’s handle, while the monotonous chanical sound of the music box still echoed in his ears.
“We’ve arrived.”
Suddenly, the cart behind him lightened, and Vic instinctively turned his head to see Bai Wei, stretching and walking over to him, patting his shoulder.
“You’ve got good stamina.” Bai Wei said with a chuckle, “Our Rhein loves spirited lads like you.”
After speaking, he leisurely headed towards the rundown village.
“…Wait,” Vic set down the cart, quickly catching up, “What just happened?”
“Hmm?” Bai Wei tilted his head, looking at Vic, “What happened?”
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