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"You you perverted human! Why did you really lick it!!"

Ze Xia grabbed a book from the side and threw it at him.

"Huh?" Yarrow dodged and looked at her, his face full of doubt.

"Didn't you tell me to lick it!"

"I..."

Ze Xia was exasperated and couldn't speak for a moment. Although that was the case, what she wanted to see was Yarrow being humiliated! But she didn't expect his skin to be so thick that he would lick it without any psychological burden!

Yarrow looked at her helplessly:

"Seriously, Ze Xia, you asked me to lick your armpits before, and now you're asking me to lick your feet. Do you have some strange fetish, or have you been reading something you shouldn't?"

"You you this..."

Ze Xia's pretty face turned redder and redder from the accusation, and steam seemed to be coming out of her head.

"Get out of here, this king commands!"

Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and kicked Yarrow out.

"Hey! That secret technique... don't go back on your word!"

As soon as Yarrow finished speaking, the tattered ancient book was smashed on his face, along with the few dirty clothes that flew over, and then the door slammed shut in front of him.

"This dragon is really fickle..."

Yarrow picked up the ancient secret book, with Ze Xia's light blue lace panties draped over it.

Serena flipped through the ancient book. More than ten minutes had passed, and the expression on her face remained tense, her brows furrowed.

Yarrow sat on the side, watching her nervously.

"What's wrong? Is... is there a problem?"

Serena looked up at him: "The content of this book... is written in dragon language. I can't understand it."

"Then why have you been reading it for so long! I thought something was wrong, you know!" Yarrow said angrily.

"I can't understand most of it. I studied dragon language before, so I can understand the general idea," Serena picked up the ancient book:

"I think this should be fine. It contains a way to adjust magic power, seemingly through some kind of meditation, to freely control one's mastery of magic power."

"However, the specific method still needs to be studied," Serena looked at him:

"Why don't you go ask Ze Xia again and have her help translate it?"

Yarrow shook his head, thinking of Ze Xia's appearance just now: "Forget it, let's do it ourselves."

At night, Yarrow arrived at the tavern, looking exhausted.

From morning until now, he and Serena had only completed half of the translation of the secret technique. He really couldn't hold on any longer, so he decided to take a break for now.

No one cooked dinner today, so he had to come to the tavern to buy some grilled meat to take back.

"Hans, pack a large portion of grilled meat, and give me a ginger beer with ice," Yarrow sat at the bar.

"What's wrong? You look like you've been drained by a 200-pound fat woman?" Hans joked.

"No, I've been angered by a fat dragon weighing dozens of tons," Yarrow sighed.

This afternoon's translation was really difficult. He had gone to Ze Xia once, but was ruthlessly blocked at the door.

The ginger beer was served first, and Yarrow took a big gulp. The cold beer stimulated his tired brain and revitalized it.

The tavern wasn't showing a film today, but the small stage in the corner had been cleaned up.

It was prepared for street performers. Some people with talent could go up and entertain everyone, and then get tips. However, if the tips received exceeded one Sic, Hans would take one-tenth of it as a fee for providing the stage.

However, few people used it, and it gradually became a place for storing sundries, but today it was cleaned up for the first time.

"What's going on there? Is someone coming?" Yarrow asked.

Hans nodded: "It's a speaker. He cleaned it up himself, saying he's going to give a speech here for a few days to earn some extra money."

"A speech? In a tavern?" Yarrow found it a little funny.

"Yeah, he's also an artist."

Yarrow paused, put down the glass he had just raised to his lips, and tentatively asked, "An artist... is it painting?"

Hans raised his eyebrows: "How did you know? He really just couldn't keep his studio open, so he came here to earn some extra money."

Yarrow: "...Is... is that so?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered an old friend."

A speech in a tavern by a painter, huh, that's a full stack of buffs. He wouldn't also be a recently discharged soldier, would he?

After half a glass of wine, there was movement on the stage, and someone went up.

His figure and face were very thin, but he was very tall, with disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes.

He even had big rat ears on his head. Unexpectedly, he was still a beastman.

Fortunately, he didn't have a small mustache.

"Ahem..."

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He cleared his throat and began to speak:

"Good evening, everyone in the tavern. Today, I want to share a story with you."

"I was born in a small village in the south. My father was a civil servant and hoped that I would become a civil servant in the future. But I loved painting. My father was very strict with me. He threw away all my brushes and painting paper and warned me that if I went to learn painting again, he would break my legs. But, who cares, I use my hands to paint anyway.

Fortunately, when I was fifteen, my alcoholic father died, so I could finally pursue my dream. When I was seventeen, I came to the royal city of Aristide, to this city of art, ready to take the Red Rose Art Academy entrance exam,"

"The exam question that day was to draw a human plaster statue, and this was my forte,"

"I completed the exam excellently, but when the results came out that day, I didn't expect that I had failed."

"My painting skills should have already exceeded the academy's entrance standards, but why did I fail? I didn't understand, so I went to the principal. I wanted to ask him face to face."

"Do you know what the principal told me? He told me that the reason I failed was that I drew the breasts of the human plaster statue too small."

He showed a particularly indignant expression, his hands tightly clenched in front of his chest.

"I explained to him that the human plaster statue was wrong! It's impossible for a person to have such huge breasts, it's a deformity! A vulgar aesthetic! I just changed it to the healthiest and most beautiful shape! This is not a mistake! But, just because I pursue flat and beautiful breasts, they abandoned a great artist!"

"And when I told others about this unfair thing, do you know what they said I was?"

The art student's eyes scanned the entire room, and he said word by word:

"They asked me if I was a lolicon,"

"I don't know what's wrong with this world? Why is there so much malice towards people who like small breasts! We need to hide in the shadows of the world, like a mouse afraid of being discovered, but they, those who like two swollen pieces of fat, can proudly and proudly promote their XP! I want to ask, why!"

"Clearly, those small and charming breasts are healthy! Beautiful! But now they are labeled as heresy! Even saying it will get you labeled as a lolicon! I want to ask, why!"

"It's not us who are wrong, it's this world! It's this world that hurt us!"

"So I will use our swords! To fight for the land under the sun for our XP! We flat-chest lovers must also have land under the blue sky! We must also proudly promote our XP!!"

Bang!

A bottle was thrown onto the stage, smashing at his feet.

"Get off the stage! Idiot!"

"Who would like shriveled breasts, you heretic! Go eat shit!"

"Go back and play with your Yanyang Society!"

"Long live big breasts!"

"Lolicon!"

Bottles were thrown up one after another, and the art student dodged around on the stage, then took a bag and collected the bottles that hadn't broken.

"Where the hell did this lunatic come from..."

Yarrow couldn't help but say from under the stage.