Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 40: The Fat Man of Venice
With unprecedented generosity, Feiyin politely declined the candlelight dinner hosted by the Minotaur elder sister - or perhaps the aunt - for the nurse. According to her own account, this was entirely because she suddenly remembered that she had to "work overtime" on the night of the dinner.
And when the nanny in the candlelight expressed sincerely and earnestly that she could postpone her gratitude until any time when the president was free, Feiyin's expression was as if someone was holding her neck and feeding a fly into her mouth.
"Really, there's no need..." She dragged us away in a panic, leaving the Minotaur woman behind her unable to catch up. As she fled in panic, she kept saying nonsense that she herself didn't believe:
"...Since we've joined the guild, we're all family. We should help each other without asking for anything in return. Treating us to a meal is too formal. There's really no need for that... No need, no need..."
The Minotaur lady looked at us as we left, her hands folded on her slightly fat belly, smiling kindly. We could vaguely hear her exclaiming: "What a good girl, generous and capable, if my daughter was also...tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Seeing that the nanny in the candlelight did not catch up, Feiyin finally stopped, panting, patting her chest and said to us in fear: "Fortunately, I saw what happened to Foxiao today. It seems that we really can't meet netizens casually, especially if we live in the same city. What if I... slurp..." She seemed to have thought of something particularly scary. She shuddered suddenly, and there were so many goose bumps all over her body that they almost grew on her face.
"... Big sister, the president? How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? I know a few nice guys, none of them are married. Would you like me to introduce them to you..." Suddenly, the voice of the Minotaur aunt came from behind like a ghost.
"Oh my god, the more I hear it, the more it sounds like it..." Feiyin was like a lit firecracker, she suddenly jumped up from the ground, and used two or three "teleportation" spells without considering the cost, and crawled forward. I feel that in her eyes, even the last king Darendil is not as scary as this kind and gentle minotaur aunt.
I am baffled by this...
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Fuxiao was forced by his father, who had just reunited with his family, to work as a laborer to farm equipment, and Feiyin immediately asked me to join. I did not agree immediately, but was busy delivering the evening dress to the eager lady, and then waited for her to calm down from the excitement of wearing new clothes. It was not until she had admired herself in the mirror that she was willing to tell me: the suspicious tramp with the stench of corpse drifted upstream along the Chenxi River to the Kokla Pass - which happened to be Feiyin and her friends' destination.
Thus, fate once again intertwined our futures together, allowing us to move forward together towards our respective goals.
The Kokla Mountains are located in the northernmost part of the Falvi Continent. They are made up of thousands of snow-covered glaciers that reach the sky. The peaks here are covered with snow all year round, and there are violent storms and flying snow all day long. Legend has it that the Kokla Mountains are the edge of the entire world. If you cross this snow-capped peak and glacier, you can find the end of the world. Beyond the end of the world is endless emptiness, which is a taboo even for the almighty gods. For me, that is the end of the world that I can touch.
The Kokla Pass is an entrance at the southern end of the Kokla Mountains. The Dawn River, which has the largest basin and the most abundant water among all the rivers that cross the Falvi continent, originates here. A kind of monster called "Chachenke Sasquatch" is scattered here. They are very bloated, especially in the abdomen - they look like cousins of the half-orc shadow thief Yangtze River Delta - their whole body is covered with thick white fur, almost covering their eyes and noses, making them look very honest, even friendly - but I promise you will not be deceived by this illusion for long, they will tell you very "sincerely" in their own way that they are definitely one of the most fierce thugs you can meet in this world.
What is amazing is their feet. Each of their feet is as big as a palm-leaf fan. Their legs are always spread wide apart, and they walk unsteadily, making people worry all the time that they will trip because of stepping on their feet.
Although they walk like clowns, they are not as slow as they look - they are even more flexible than you think. Their wide feet prevent them from sinking into the snow, which means they don't suffer the 10% penalty for reduced movement speed in the snow like we do.
So, when you are intoxicated by their light and graceful steps like me, and are ten times more saddened by their big fists as big as sand bowls, you will definitely regret laughing at their seemingly funny big feet like me, and have more respect for the word "life" - for this cruel world, only the fit can be strong, and only the strong can survive. When I laugh at others' "ugliness" with my own shallow ignorance, I don't hear that the natural law of survival of the fittest is also mocking my stupid aesthetics with a louder voice.
Don't despise every living thing, no matter how different you are from them.
Those are all miracles of creation, I think.
There are quite a lot of these "Chachenke Sasquatch". I believe they are a sub-human species with a little wisdom. They have even formed some primitive tribes of a certain size. Each tribe has about 30 or 40 people, stationed in their own activity areas, and do not invade each other. Any outsider who steps into their activity area - such as us - will be immediately attacked mercilessly. A bonfire is built in the center of each tribe, and next to the bonfire sits a "Chachenke Savage Elder" with gray hair and a long beard. Unlike the strong and sturdy warriors in the tribe, these elders are not very good at close combat, but they can use some simple ice spells to attack us from a distance.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine that in such an extreme environment with extremely harsh climate, there are still such vigorous signs of life, and even a sub-civilization in its infancy . If they are given enough time - I think - to gradually grow and improve in such an environment, is it possible for them to become another intelligent race walking on the Falvi continent, and become the masters of this continent together with humans, minotaurs, orcs...?
While I was intoxicated by the great unity of the people of the continent, the common welcome of a new brother race, and the beautiful wish of friendship and unity for generations, I chopped the nearest big savage to the ground with a sword...
If this is true, it would be a miracle of creation, I think.
An elven philosopher named Ma once said: The key difference between intelligent races and non-intelligent races is that truly intelligent races can make tools. The reckless and impulsive Tauren race is very reluctantly included in the ranks of "intelligent races" under the banner of this theory. According to this standard, these bigfoots really have the potential to become "intelligent races." At least, they have learned to make weapons, and they are fairly standardized weapons.
Almost every adult Sasquatch has a well-made weapon in his hand - a large wooden club with one end thin and the other thick, which has been obviously cut and processed. They know how to hold the thin end in their hands and use the thick end to hit the enemy to produce more impact. For a race that survives only by hunting, this is simply the greatest invention ever - in fact, I have personally proved with my own flesh and bones how shockingly great this invention is.
But that's not what I'm most concerned about.
Each of them has a stick, and that's the problem. Don't you find it strange? This is the snowy plateau, and the tallest plants you can see here are mosses that are not even as thick as your palm; if you walk south from here for two days and two nights without stopping, you will see a dying larch on the side of the road, and that may be the closest tree to here.
And these bigfoots are able to hold a big stick in their hands, and it's a big, thick and solid stick! I can't figure out how they do it no matter how hard I try.
What did I just say?
Oh, this is a fucking miracle of creation!!!
I really think so.
"Where did these fat guys get so many big wooden sticks? There's not even a weed nearby..." I quickly blocked a weapon that was attacking my face and expressed my confusion in annoyance.
"A fat person is a fat person. What's the meaning of 'fat ass'?" Chang Sanjiao immediately glared at me and shouted indignantly, "Just because we are fat, do we deserve to die?"
This sensitive half-orc shadow thief's stance on the freedom and liberation movement of the people of the Farvi continent was obviously not so firm - just because his enlarged vanity due to excessive fat and premature atrial fibrillation was slightly hurt, he immediately became "us" with the group of fierce barbarians.
"Don't we fat people have eyes..." I don't know what fragile nerve my words touched in the depths of Chang Sanjiao's heart. He suddenly became sad and angry, and spoke impassionedly in a high-pitched voice like an aria:
"... Don't we fat people have no senses, no feelings, no blood? Don't we eat the same food - ah, although we eat more - the same weapons can hurt us, the same medicine can heal us, the same winter is cold, the same summer is hot, just like a thin person..."
His emotions were so full that it seemed as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation that the fat people who had been ridiculed for thousands of years had accumulated in this instant. Every word that came out of his tongue seemed to have been tempered in a furnace. Although it was short, it was full of the power of a sword, making people irrefutable and ashamed.
I felt so guilty inside. If I hadn't been in the middle of a fierce battle, I really should have reflected deeply in the depths of my soul and bowed to him in public to apologize.
"...If you stab us with swords, won't we bleed? If you tickle us, won't we laugh? If you poison us, won't we die..." His speech continued. I never knew that this unremarkable orc was actually a master of language. It seemed that he would spout this gorgeous and elegant language forever. I firmly believe that if someone could record every word he said at this time, it would create an immortal and peerless article.
"He is truly a literary giant!" I exclaimed sincerely.
"Yes, he is a literary giant, and Shakespeare's immortal masterpiece is "The Fat Man of Venice", and I just learned these two things." Xian Ge Yayi rolled his eyes and muttered beside me. His eyeballs looked particularly large under the refraction of his glasses. Even so, the arrow he shot casually still hit a Sasquatch in the heart.
"Shakespeare? That Shakespeare?" I was confused.
"How many Shakespeares can there be? He is England's treasure. It is said that his language has a soul-shaking effect. There are countless English students who have suffered mental breakdowns under the torture of his language."
"…Sounds like a warlock…" I judged.
"Yes, a demon warlock, the endless nightmare of GRE and TOEFL students..." Xiange Yayi nodded in agreement.
During our whispered discussion, the grief and anger in Chang Sanjiao's heart had reached its peak. He held a hammer in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other, and shouted loudly:
"...If a fat man bullies a thin man, how should the thin man show his humility? Revenge! If a thin man bullies a fat man, then following the thin man's example, how should the fat man show his tolerance...Oh, fuck you!"
Well……
After the extremely gorgeous words that were like gems, the situation suddenly turned down, and such a vulgar language suddenly popped up, which made it difficult for me to adapt to this drastic change of emotions. At this moment, I had no respect for this orc linguist with gorgeous words: I just said something wrong casually, and using the method of "fuck your uncle" to retaliate was a bit too much - not to mention that the technical difficulty of doing so was too great, and I really couldn't find an uncle who was related to me by blood.
After being insulted so severely, I turned away angrily, intending to seek justice from the fat man who had spoken so rudely...
Then I immediately calmed down: it was just a small misunderstanding.
Although Chang Sanjiao was very determined to stand on the same front with those fat Sasquatch, they obviously did not feel close to Chang Sanjiao as "us". When Chang Sanjiao was making an impassioned speech, a wooden stick hit his forehead firmly, making a deep and muddy collision sound - our half-orc shadow thief immediately held his head and screamed in pain.
His pupils were moist and tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes. I don't know whether it was because he was moved by the generous speech about the fat man, or because the big stick of the Sasquatch was too heavy for life to bear.
"Damn it, you actually dared to launch a sneak attack on me when I was unprepared. I'm going to stab to death you short-lived fat pigs..." Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Chang Sanjiao immediately threw all the remarks about the "fat pigs" out of his mind, grinned, swung the dagger that was flashing with a cold light, and ruthlessly killed this group of adorable Sasquatch.
As a result, the continent of Falvi gained another liberation movement fighter with a firm stand and high morale.
