Chapter 385: Great Love and Reenactment

"A strange illness? Are you sure it's not a demon?"

"There's no demonic aura on Aure."

Demia sighed, and the pale-pink skin exposed on her chest trembled slightly.

Her arms were slender, her collarbones clearly visible, yet she possessed an absurdly ample bust—naturally formed—that made many girls envious.

Luo De openly glanced once:

"Give me his address later—I'll go see him."

"Luo De knows medicine?"

"Don't forget, I had a hand in curing Sharon."

Hearing this, Demia smiled, her chubby cheeks revealing a hint of a small canine tooth.

"True, I forgot—but Luo De, don't you dare use healing as an excuse to flirt with girls again. Aure is truly a little girl, still underage."

"What do you mean 'again'? You might not believe it, but Sharon came on to me."

As they chatted, they walked into the banquet hall.

They immediately saw the old gentleman Humbert, leaning on his cane.

He was personally overseeing the final preparations for the banquet, showing his serious commitment.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Luo De stepped forward with a smile to greet him.

Humbert saw him and offered a bleak, bitter smile that silenced Luo De's next joke.

Don't make things hard for the turtle man.

Maybe he actually enjoys this feeling of unattainable longing and sorrow?

"Mr. Luo De, it's been a long time."

"Indeed it has. I come into town every week, yet I've never once run into you."

Demia laughed: "Don't mention you—even I and Rosalia, as colleagues, hardly ever see him."

Humbert looked apologetic: "A new mine opened in the mining district. The newcomers couldn't handle the hardship, there was a minor strike, and many things happened. I simply couldn't spare the time to deliver your invitations personally. My apologies."

Luo De surveyed the banquet hall.

It was decorated with plenty of flashy magical effects.

Above hung gauzy veils shimmering with starlight, dangling precious gems; on either side stood golden-framed priceless paintings, each adorned with glowing magic—light pollution turned up to maximum.

In the center of the hall were two ultra-long tables carved from ancient tree trunks, covered in glowing brocade, upon which rare fruits and delicacies rested on luminous plates and dishes.

No.

Do the dining plates glow too?

Can't you be less tacky?

Luo De said nothing—he could only assume it was a matter of personal taste.

He always respected personal preferences.

Like Kalist's whip fetish, Sharon's habit of chewing on him like a chew toy, Amy insisting on sparring with him during intimacy, or Pan Ni's fondness for soaking his bones and flesh in water.

Luo De could only say he enjoyed it.

Click—

A door opened in the inner room of the banquet hall.

A man and woman stepped out, clinging to each other, laughing and chatting, radiating sweetness.

The man had slightly curly black hair, flowing and carefree; his face, though handsome, carried an air of innate melancholy.

The woman was plain-looking but young, gazing at the man beside her with deep affection—quite a fitting pair.

Of course.

It would've been better if her belly weren't swollen—she got pregnant after returning from Coral Bay.

—Tobeka and her hastily married bard.

Luo De looked at the old gentleman Humbert, whose wrinkled eyes still overflowed with tender affection and sorrow.

She's showing—how can you still not let go?

"Is the bard really okay? I heard Tobeka planned to get engaged after knowing him for two weeks."

Beside him, Demia frowned slightly, voicing the painful question.

The bard had a pretty-boy appearance—the exact type of man she despised: effeminate, lacking any trace of masculine strength or spirit.

And there have been plenty of fraud cases involving bards.

These wanderers, chasing grand events across the continent, rarely carry startup funds; they rely on singing, playing, and performing—either getting drunk in taverns or seducing wealthy ladies.

Their defining trait? Unstable income and a love for aimless wandering.

Many cities have been ruined by bards, treating them like vermin; only naive young women or lonely souls keep falling for their tricks.

Old con artist.

Kris whispered: "Actually, my old dream was to become a bard—scam a little money, sing a few songs, and simply travel the continent."

Tally beside her laughed: "I'm eager to see the Banshee singing in a tavern."

Luo De chuckled: "With your weak little banshee form, traveling the continent means using mugwort as travel money—what songs could you even sell? One misstep and you'll be locked in a dark cell and force-fed into a pudding."

Kris snorted: "I'm not traveling now, but I'm still guzzling mugwort and getting turned into a pudding by you."

They spoke quietly, but Demia was close enough to hear every word.

She broke into a sweat.

Are forest girls really this blunt and unreserved?

Over here.

Humbert, hearing the skepticism toward the bard, shook his head:

"He's a reckless, frivolous man. Though his demeanor has improved lately, he's still no suitable match."

"Then why let Tobeka get engaged to him?"

You're a cuckold, aren't you?

The old gentleman offered another sly smile: "But she loves him. Little love clings; great love lets go."

"."

Hopeless. Go ahead and reincarnate already.

As they spoke,

The affectionate couple across the room noticed them and approached, still laughing.

The closer they came, the colder Tobeka's smile became.

Finally, she stared coldly at Luo De.

"You?"

"Nice to meet you, Miss Tobeka."

Luo De smiled.

Three months ago, at the same Argyle Manor, they had welcomed Fried Argyle's transformation into a demon.

Back then, he and Tally sensed something wrong and questioned Tobeka—only to be mistaken for clients, and ultimately had to knock her out.

Now then.

For Humbert's sake, pretend not to know him.

Tobeka glared at him fiercely, then turned to Humbert and demanded bluntly: "Why did you invite him?!"

Humbert opened his mouth to speak—

But saw the bard beside his stepdaughter gently press his hand against her shoulder and murmur softly:

"Tobeka, don't be so rude."

"Yes, Aidan."

Tobeka instantly softened, leaning against the bard's chest with a sweet smile.

It pierced Humbert's heart—he gripped his cane tightly,

The bard named Aidan turned to Luo De and extended his hand.

"Mr. Luo De, Forester of Shiying Town. I've heard much of your name."

"Just empty titles, blown up by others."

Luo De smiled and shook his hand.

Suddenly, he froze slightly, locking eyes with Aidan, who returned a flattering smile.

Luo De's expression remained unchanged.

But inside, his heart lurched.

Just now, during the handshake, he had sharply sensed a fleeting aura of "disguise" on the bard.

Yet this disguise had overwhelmed his limited 【Disguise Domain】, making him completely unaware upon first meeting.

This kind of disguise.

He had sensed it on the dark elf who tried to assassinate him in Shiying Town half a month ago.

(End of Chapter)