Yavi cleared his throat and tapped the edge of the crystal cup with his fingers, making a crisp sound. The banquet hall was so quiet that one could hear the flickering of candlelight.
"Just when the sea monster's sharp teeth were only inches away from my throat -" Yavi suddenly lowered his voice, causing everyone to lean forward unconsciously, "Just hearing a muffled sound of 'bang', my whole body suddenly jumped into the air!" He made an exaggerated flying movement, "My swordsmanship teacher, Master Kharkov, quickly rushed over and kicked me three feet away."
Lucy couldn't help but let out a soft "ah" and quickly covered his mouth. Yavi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's a pity that the master himself was swallowed by the monster with a 'gudong' sound." He imitated the sound of swallowing, which made several young attendants shudder.
"After the beast swallowed the master, it froze in place as if it had been cast a restraining spell." Yavi tapped his fingertips on the table, simulating the tense rhythm at that time, "My brother Geralt rushed forward, and the silver sword clanked between the monster's fangs." He gestured to pry, his arm muscles tensed, "But the beast's mouth seemed to be welded to death, motionless."
In the banquet hall, even the waiter holding the wine bottle froze in place, for fear of missing any detail. Yavi suddenly lowered his voice: "Just when we were helpless--"
"Boom!"
When talking about the rise of Yavi, a small Aard Sign was placed directly to simulate the scene at that time. The sudden sound scared several female family members to tremble. "That monster belly." Suddenly there was a muffled sound in the chest, and the whole body arched up as if being supported by invisible hands!" His movements were exaggerated and contagious, "And then - poof! A ray of silver light burst out of the abdomen, and fishy mucus splashed everywhere."
Yavi pinched his nose and made a disgusted expression. "As soon as we got closer, we were stricken with tears by the stench of rotten fish mixed with sulfur." He retched twice vividly, "When the master crawled out covered in dark green mucus, even Lambert, who is not afraid of dirt, shrank away."
Katz suddenly burst into thunderous laughter, which made the wine glass tremble. "Hahaha! I can already imagine it when you say that!" He wiped away the tears from laughter, "What happened next? Did you wash off the stinky liquid?"
Yavi showed an exaggerated expression of pain, and slapped his nose with his fingers. "Wash it off? You are too optimistic." He looked around the crowd, eyes flashing with narrowing light, "That stench is like a curse, and it has been on Master Kharkov for half a month!"
He raised his glass and looked at the candlelight through the amber liquid. "That period was really exciting - the tavern proprietress would close the door as soon as she saw him, and even the greediest watchdog would take a detour with his tail between his legs." Yavi imitated The dog barked and suddenly pinched his nose. "The master tried all the methods: taking a bath with lemon juice, rubbing the body with rosin, and even jumped into the sea and soaked for three days and three nights. As a result, the sea water was smelly by him, so that the fishing ground couldn't catch fish for half a month!"
Lucy was already laughing so much that he was lying on his mother's shoulder. Even Mrs. Louis, who had always been dignified, also covered his mouth and chuckled. Yavi made a funny face. "Until we return to the Order, my magic instructor Professor C He couldn't stand it anymore. He pinched his nose and cast a purification spell on the master - "Yavi suddenly stood up and waved his knife like a wand, "I saw a flash of silver light, and the filth accumulated on the master for half a month suddenly turned into a cloud of green mist, which faded the stained glass of the church!"
The whole hall burst into deafening laughter. Katz laughed so hard that he slapped the table, making the plates jingle; Herbert choked and coughed, and the wine sprayed on his beard; even the most serious old butler turned his back, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"To our great adventurer!" Katz wiped away tears of laughter and raised his wine glass, "Thank him for bringing such... uh... flavorful stories!" The crystal glasses collided in the laughter, and the wine rippled in the candlelight. When everyone drank it all, the musicians played cheerful dance music in time, pushing the atmosphere of the banquet to a new climax.
The atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak unknowingly, and gradually returned to calm. The moonlight filtered through the stained glass window, casting mottled light and shadow on the messy dining table. Katz's eldest son and second son were already too drunk, and one of them lay beside the dinner plate and shouted loudly. While sleeping, the other slipped under the table; Jace slumped on the chair, mumbling vague drunken words; Herbert leaned back on the chair, snoring loudly, and the wine stains on his beard glistened in the candlelight.
Only Katz was still holding on to Yavi's shoulders tenaciously. The golden cup in his hand was shaking, and the wine kept spilling on the exquisite tablecloth. "Yavi..." He spoke with his tongue open and his eyes wide open. He was distracted and said, "You... you kid... how do you get more and more sober as you drink..." Before he could finish his words, his huge head suddenly hit the dining table with a "thud", causing the silver tableware to jingle. In the blink of an eye, deafening snores resounded throughout the banquet hall.
Edward stood up unsteadily, his cheeks flushed, and he raised his wine glass to greet Yavi: "Yavi... brother... so... good at drinking! I... I'm convinced..." After saying that, he let out a loud wine burp. Yavi smiled and clinked glasses with him, and said modestly, "Brother Edward, thank you, your drinking capacity is among the best among ordinary people."
Seeing this, Mrs. Louis clapped his hands lightly. The waiters who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward and carefully helped the drunken and unconscious men back to their rooms. Yavi took the initiative to help, carrying Katz with one hand and supporting Herbert with the other. His steady steps did not reveal that he had drunk enough wine to knock down a group of soldiers.
After everyone was settled, Maya stopped Yavi worriedly. "Son, you drank so much..." Her eyes wandered back and forth between Yavi's clear eyes and steady steps..Yavi gently held his mother's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, mother, the body of the demon hunter has been transformed by magic. The potion we drink daily is a hundred times stronger than this." The corner of his mouth raised slightly, "This little wine is just like drinking a few glasses of cold water."
After watching his mother return to her room, Yavi returned to his guest room. He neatly took off his alcohol-stained clothes and rinsed his body with cold water. Under the moonlight, the crisscrossing scars and muscle lines strengthened by magic were visible. The stripes were particularly clear. When his head finally rested on the soft feather pillow, the darkest hour before dawn was already outside the window. After this night full of laughter, Tuck Fortress finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
As the morning light faded, Yavi was already fully dressed and standing in the vestibule. He stretched his muscles and breathed in the slightly cool morning air. On the training ground not far away, soldiers were doing morning exercises. When they saw Yavi, many people's eyes shone with admiration.
"Sir Yavi!" A young soldier summoned up the courage to shout, "Can you give me some advice?" Soon, more soldiers gathered around, pleading with each other. Yavi smiled slightly and picked up a wooden sword, "Come on, one by one."
In the following time, the crisp sound of wooden swords striking each other echoed in the vestibule. Yavi dealt with every challenger with ease, sometimes giving a few words of advice, and sometimes demonstrating movements. Every move he made was clean and neat, attracting exclamations from the onlookers.
"Yavi! Come back for dinner!" A crisp female voice suddenly came from above. Yavi looked up and saw Mel leaning out of the third-floor window of the castle, with long red hair. It was very dazzling in the morning light. What surprised him even more was that his mother, Miss Maya, Mrs. Louis, Lucy, his sister-in-law and several young ladies were all leaning against the window, and they had obviously been watching for a long time.
Yavi scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He put down his wooden sword, nodded to the soldiers and quickly returned to the castle. When he opened the door of the living room, he saw the women already sitting around the coffee table, and the sweet smell of fresh bread and honey wafted in the air.
"I'm afraid the men will have to sleep until noon." Mrs. Louis picked up the teacup elegantly, with a narrow smile in his eyes, "No need to wait for them, let's eat first."
The waiters successively served a sumptuous breakfast: fluffy omelets, golden and crispy bacon, steaming rye bread, and a large can of fresh milk. Mrs. Louis enthusiastically served Yavi food, and soon his plate was piled up into a hill.
"Try this blueberry jam, I made it myself." Mrs. Louis spread a large spoonful of jam on Yavi's bread.
"This bacon is also very good..." The sister-in-law then handed over a plate.
Yavi refused to accept anyone who came, and swept away the food in front of him with the amazing appetite of a demon hunter. Lucy secretly looked at Yavi's elegant and efficient way of eating, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "Mr. Yavi's appetite is really enviable."
Maya explained with a smile, "This child has been able to eat it since he was a child, and he can eat it even more after becoming a demon hunter."
Just when the atmosphere was harmonious, a loud noise suddenly came from upstairs, followed by Katz's hoarse shout, "My head... who is drumming in my head? Ahhhhh!" This caused the female relatives to chuckle. Mrs. Louis shook his head and gave Yavi another glass of hot milk. "It seems that someone has to pay the price for his booze."