Chapter 416: Meeting the Slayer

"Ding!"

Gotrek parried the first incoming right axe with a "hug the moon" maneuver just as before, and a trace of a smile had already appeared on Gelagelimu's face.

"Ha!"

The potentially most failed Slayer licked his lips, his body following his eyes, and with a turn of his gear, he used the barb under the axe blade to hook the connection of the left axe...

"I am a loser, I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because there is no time.

"My parents couldn't provide me with support, my education isn't high, and I am alone in the city searching for a future.

"I looked for many jobs, but I couldn't get hired; perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I went three whole days eating only two pieces of bread, and hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue to live in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the unusually cold winter wind.

"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch at a hospital, keeping watch for the morgue.

"The nights at the hospital were even colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere; I could only rely on the tiny bit of light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet.

"The smell there was terrible, and from time to time, the dead were sent over stuffed in body bags; we worked together to help move them into the morgue.

"This wasn't a very good job, but at least it allowed me to afford bread, and the free time at night could be used for studying. After all, not many people are willing to come to the morgue unless there are corpses that need to be delivered or taken away to be burned. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and there is no hope of saving money at the moment.

"I have to thank my former colleague; if it weren't for his sudden resignation, I might not have even been able to get a job like this.

"I dream of being able to rotate to the day shift. Now, always sleeping when the sun comes out and getting up after night falls makes my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the porter delivered a new corpse.

"I heard from others that this was my former colleague who had suddenly resigned.

"I was a bit curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"He was an old man, his face blue and white, covered in wrinkles, looking very frightening under the very dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes had been stripped off, not even a piece of fabric left for him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black in color; I couldn't describe its exact shape, as the light at the time was truly too dim.

"I reached out and touched that mark, but there was nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be the same as him...

"I said to him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, to avoid those responsible for these things finding it troublesome and just throwing them in some river or wasteland.

"This would sacrifice a morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, so I can make it up.

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and pushed it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed even dimmer...

"After that day, every time I slept, I would always dream of a thick fog.

"I had a premonition that something would happen soon, a premonition that sooner or later something that I didn't know if it could be called human would come looking for me, but no one was willing to believe me, thinking that in such an environment and such a job, my mind had become abnormal and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of the bar looked at the storyteller who had suddenly stopped:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, his hair pressed very flat, with a simple dark bowler hat at his side.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes; he was neither handsome nor ugly, lacking any obvious features.

And the storyteller in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall and straight figure and slender limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep-set features that could make one's eyes light up.

This young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

"And then?

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"Then I quit and went back to the countryside to come here and brag to you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a smile with a hint of mischief.

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"The things you just told were bragging?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

As the laughter subsided slightly, a thin, middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Outsider, you actually believed Lumian's story? What he tells every day is different. Yesterday he was still a loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he has become a corpse keeper!"

"Right, saying things like 'thirty years east of the Sarenzo River, thirty years west of the Sarenzo River,' just babbling nonsense!" another tavern regular added.

They were all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing short jackets that were black, gray, or brown.

The black-haired young man called Lumian propped himself up on the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"You know, this isn't a story I made up; it was all written by my sister. She loves writing stories the most and is even a columnist for 'Novel Weekly'."

After finishing, he turned his body to the side, spread his hands toward the outsider, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"I'm sorry for misleading you."

The man in the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not angry; he stood up as well and responded with a smile:

"A very interesting story.

"How should I address you?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian laughed.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Lea."

The latter sentence referred to the man and woman sitting right next to him.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, his yellow hair dusted with a bit of powder; his eyes, not particularly large, were a shade deeper than the blue of a lake, and he wore a white waistcoat, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers, clearly having groomed himself meticulously before heading out.

His expression was quite indifferent, and he did not pay much attention to the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman appeared younger than the two men, her long, light-gray hair tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil that served as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lumian carried undisguised amusement, as if she found what had just happened merely interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Lea revealed a pert nose and beautifully curved lips, making her an absolute beauty in a countryside place like Kordu village.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere dress, paired with a cream-colored jacket and a pair of Masier Boots, with two small silver Bell tied to her veil and boots respectively; as she walked into the tavern just now, she jingled all the way, attracting much attention and causing many men to stare blankly.

In their eyes, this must be the kind of fashionable attire found only in big cities like the provincial capital Bigor or the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded to the three strangers:

"My name is Lumian Lee, you can just call me Lumian."

"Lee?" Lea blurted out.

"What's wrong, is there a problem with my surname?" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos helped explain for Lea:

"This surname of yours is terrifying; I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the surrounding farmers and herdsmen looking puzzled, he explained further:

"Those who have had contact with sailors and maritime merchants all know that there is a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Better to encounter those pirate generals or even kings than to run into a person named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I don't know, but since such a legend exists, it certainly can't be bad."

He ended this topic and said to Lumian:

"Thanks for your story, it's worth a drink; what would you like?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not at all polite and sat back down.

Ryan Cos frowned slightly and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that wormwood is harmful to the human body; this kind of alcohol can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trends of Trier to have already spread here." Lea added with a smile from the side.

Lumian said "Oh":

"So people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"For us, life is already hard enough; there's no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of alcohol allows our minds to achieve greater relaxation."

"Alright." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "A glass of 'Green Fairy', and add a glass of 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit brandy.

"Why not get me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can even tell you the situation of this kid from beginning to end!" the thin, middle-aged man who first exposed that Lumian told stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction, "Strangers, I can tell that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, you really will do anything for a free drink!" Lumian responded loudly.

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I could have another glass of 'Green Fairy'."

"Because they don't know whether to believe what you say." The middle-aged man named Pierre laughed triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell the children most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'; those who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Fine." Lumian shrugged his shoulders, watching the bartender push a glass of pale green liquid toward him.

Ryan looked at him and asked for confirmation:

"Is this okay?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lumian didn't care at all.

"Then another glass of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was suddenly all smiles:

"Generous strangers, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village; you must stay away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old; how could he have gone to a hospital to be a mortuary attendant? Hmm, the closest hospital to us is in Daliege down the mountain, which takes an entire afternoon to walk to."

"Brought back to the village?" Lea asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, producing a Elf sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore and took the surname 'Lee', and even the name 'Lumian' was chosen by Aurore."

"I've even forgotten what I was originally called." Lumian took a sip of Absinthe and said with a grin.

It seemed that he was not at all inferior or ashamed that his past had been exposed like this.