After eating and drinking our fill, although the sky had darkened, there was clearly still some time before sleep.
In this medieval era without mobile phones, without the internet, and where you couldn’t even find a single book, the long night was simply an agonizing mental torture for Otto, a modern person.
The two of them sat idly in the room staring at each other with big eyes, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Since Otto had nothing better to do, he simply cleared his throat and decided to find some entertainment to pass the time:
“Philin, the night is long, let me tell you a story.”
“Great!” Philin’s eyes lit up and he immediately perked up.
In an era where entertainment basically relied on wandering bards singing cliché doggerel, being able to hear a fresh story was a quite rare pastime.
Otto thought for a moment, a mischievous smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, and he began to fabricate nonsense.
He dug up the story of the pure-love god of war from his mind and casually did a small “character replacement”:
“In the distant East, there was a wise man named Welt.
He came from a prestigious family but had a frail body, and the love of his life was a knight named Kevin.
Kevin possessed white hair like ice and snow and wielded a greatsword burning with raging flames, making him the greatest hero of that era…”
Otto vividly recounted how Welt, in order to save Kevin who had been sent to the gallows, spared no effort to become an enemy of the entire world, and even spent five hundred years of time just to create a world with Kevin.
Tell the story of Otto and Kallen, but thinking of his own identity, he told the story of Welt and Kevin [facepalm]
Reaching the climax, Otto even hypocritically wiped non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.
He originally just wanted to prank him and by the way see what kind of reaction medieval people had to this kind of “transcending gender” hardcore love story, but when he turned his head, he found that Philin actually listened until his eye sockets were red, with tears swirling inside.
Thinking about it carefully, this was not strange.
After all, since ancient Greece, Europe had been popular with this kind of male-same-sex culture.
In the eyes of many medieval people, the combination between men for the sake of belief and soul was actually more lofty and pure than heterosexual affection.
“Otto, you are truly so knowledgeable!” Philin praised sincerely, while wiping the corner of his eye with his sleeve, “An epic story full of philosophy and romance like this, even the best bard in all of Britain definitely couldn’t compose it!
That Mr.
Welt is truly a great man!”
Looking at Philin’s moved look, Otto almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.
He turned his head to look out the window and found that the night was already very deep.
Otto smiled and waved his hand: “The story is long, I’ll tell it slowly another time when there’s a chance.
It’s getting late, let’s sleep first, we still have to travel tomorrow.”
Philin also nodded: “Yeah, we still have to get up early tomorrow to go to Lampus Cape Castle, it really is time to rest.”
…
Early the next morning, as the sunlight just rose, the caravan had already begun to get busy.
After Otto and Philin exchanged greetings, Philin bustlingly ran to other rooms in the inn, calling his dozen or so employees and two guards to get up and move the cargo.
As for Otto, he leisurely came to the caravan’s carriage first and sat down.
After a while, noisy footsteps and horse neighs came from outside the carriage window.
Philin brought his workers to finish loading all the cargo, and wiping sweat profusely, he lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.
“Yo, Otto, I’m really sorry.
There was a small mishap while loading the goods, and it took a bit more time in the middle, keeping you waiting.” Philin wiped his sweat and said apologetically.
Otto looked at Philin, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said in a relaxed tone:
“Yeah, it’s nothing, I just got here too.”
What is high emotional intelligence?
This is high emotional intelligence!
A single sentence not only dissolved a friend’s guilt, but also made the other person feel warm inside.
After hearing this, Philin was indeed moved for a moment, and smilingly called out to the driver in front: “Let’s go!
Destination, Lampus Cape Castle!”
The caravan grandly drove out of the city gate and embarked on a new day’s journey.
Just when the carriage had not gone far from the city, that familiar translucent light screen suddenly popped up in Otto’s mind.
[Ding!
Triggered side quest: I Came, I Saw, I Recorded]
[Quest details: Oh!
As a noble transmigrator, how can you remain unknown like a fallen leaf?
Naturally, you must leave behind your own legend!
Please record the story of coming here.
Of course, you can improvise appropriately and omit a part of the truth.]
[Quest reward: 320 gold coins.]
When Otto saw this reward, his eyes instantly lit up.
Writing a diary?
I’m familiar with this job!
Who writes a diary if they’re a decent person?
But an indecent person for 320 gold coins, let alone writing a diary, could even write a novel.
Coupled with the 160 gold coins left from the Fat Priest’s quest, after finishing this job he would have 480 gold coins, which means three more pulls!
He immediately turned his head to look at Philin beside him: “Philin, do you have parchment and charcoal pencils on hand?
Lend them to me for a moment.”
Although Philin was somewhat puzzled and didn’t know what Otto wanted paper and pens for at this time, he still immediately fished out a roll of blank parchment and a sharpened charcoal pencil from his portable bundle and handed them over.
“Here, Otto, are you writing something important?”
“Nothing much, just jotting down some inspiration.”
Otto took the paper and pen, spread the parchment on his knees, pondered slightly, and began to write furiously.
Since the system said to “leave a legend” and “improvise appropriately”, of course he couldn’t write plain truths like “I transmigrated over and slept in a cave in the forest”.
It must be mythologized!
It must be abstract!
Otto waved his wrist, and the charcoal pencil rustled on the parchment:
Is it possible to summon Otto with this parchment in future Grail Wars?
“In the year 506 AD, a golden meteor fell into the dense forest.
I held the void in my hand and judged the prowling magical beast in the dark cave.
When I stepped into the human fortress, the hypocritical shepherd was defiling the sacred hall with greed.”
“I never drew my sword, relying solely on the name of The Fool, making the frenzied demons have nowhere to hide, making the greedy lose their minds in the rain of gold coins…”
After writing for about ten minutes or so, Otto stopped his pen, picked up the parchment and examined it carefully.
Looking at the chicken-scratch-like distorted handwriting on it (after all, writing with a charcoal pencil is really quite laborious), coupled with the mystical, disjointed riddle-like writing style, Otto couldn’t help scratching his head himself.
What on earth is this written?
Even when I read it myself once, I feel it doesn’t read smoothly and is completely devoid of logic.
But thinking about it another way, Otto relaxed again.
This is called the sense of historical weight!
In modern society, if you casually dig out a piece of bamboo slips with typos from an ancient grave, those historians and archaeologists can brainstorm a whole magnificent history of court struggles.
Not to mention riddles full of mythological colors.
Whatever, Otto happily rolled up the parchment.
As long as this piece of paper can be passed down to later generations, later generations seeing this incomprehensible text will definitely brainstorm wildly—the void represents class struggle in the early Middle Ages, and the hypocritical shepherd is a profound critique of church corruption at that time…
If they can’t understand it, it’s definitely not because Otto wrote badly, but because their level is not enough.
It doesn’t matter, there will naturally be great Confucians to debate the classics for me!
After returning the charcoal pencil to the curious-looking Philin, Otto pretended to stuff the parchment into his bosom, but actually with a thought, directly sent it into the grid of the system space for safekeeping.
[Ding!
Side quest completed.]
[Reward: 320 gold coins have been distributed.]
Hearing the notification sound of gold coins arriving, Otto’s mood was extremely pleasant.
The subsequent journey was purely a long and boring trek.
The caravan struggled through bumpy dirt roads, and Otto and Philin chatted from local customs and practices to fur prices, and finally Otto even began to popularize to Philin that the earth is round.
People all say the earth is round, and one day we will meet again
Several hours passed, and the sun gradually rose to the exact middle of the sky.
Right at this moment, the driver driving the front carriage suddenly turned his head and shouted:
“Boss, Lampus Cape Castle can be seen ahead!”
Otto lifted the cloth curtain of the carriage window, poked his head out and looked forward.
At the end of his line of sight, the silhouette of a castle gradually became clear at the edge of the coastline.
Compared to the previous Tintagel Castle towering on a steep peak, the Lampus Cape Castle before his eyes looked noticeably a bit inferior.
Its scale was not considered large; visually, the highest main keep was only about forty meters, and the stones of the city wall looked somewhat whitish and mottled due to years of erosion by sea breezes.
Although it didn’t look as magnificent and domineering, in this era, a solid stone fortress was still the absolute symbol of a lord’s rule.
“Lampus Cape Castle huh…”
Otto lowered the cloth curtain, sat back down on the cushion, anticipation shining in his eyes.
No matter what this castle is like, anyway, a new journey has already begun.