Chapter 234: The Dining Hall in the Mansion
"Mr. Silver Mask, are you here looking for Susan?"
Li Meng glanced at the beautiful young girl from the Emilia Fox Tribe.
"Just passing by. I smelled a scent from my kind and came to take a look."
Smelled a scent?
Susan looked speechlessly at Silver Mask beside her.
He's not a dog; how could he find someone by scent?
However, Susan was also curious about how Silver Mask had located her.
Could it be that Silver Mask truly followed a scent to Bard Earl's mansion?
"Why is Mr. Silver Mask dressed so strangely?"
Alisa curiously examined Silver Mask.
Clad in a black robe, with his hands wrapped in cloth bands, and his head resembling a gleaming silver sphere, his outfit seemed peculiar in every way.
Li Meng knocked on his own head with his hand.
Though it appeared soft, the sound was metallic.
"It's a curse. If someone sees my body, I'll die."
Li Meng couldn't admit he was a Goblin. He had to come up with an excuse and tell a lie.
Whether anyone believed it didn't matter.
"Mr. Silver Mask, you're such an interesting person!"
Alisa smiled warmly at Li Meng.
"Haha, really? I think I'm quite interesting too!"
Maybe Alisa believed him, but Susan and her sister Emma clearly didn't.
"Susan, will you come with me?"
Li Meng suddenly turned to Susan and asked a question that caught her off guard.
Susan's abilities were unique and would be of great use in the future.
If possible, Li Meng wanted Susan to travel with him.
The idea of exploring the world together sounded appealing.
Susan glanced at Silver Mask and then at Alisa.
Leaving with Silver Mask might indeed be the best choice for her.
But could she just leave like that?
If she left, Alisa would surely perish.
Though Susan didn't know why the assassins chose to act in broad daylight, a sudden upheaval would occur at the mansion in a few hours.
Lowering her head apologetically, Susan said, "Sorry, Mr. Silver Mask. I... I can't go with you!"
She then raised her head, looking at Li Meng with pleading eyes.
Silver Mask knew about the assassins, and Susan hoped he would stay to help her through the crisis.
Meeting her pleading gaze, Li Meng smiled and then turned to Alisa.
"Miss Alisa, if possible, could I stay here for a few days?"
"Eh, well..."
Silver Mask's sudden request caught Alisa off guard.
She wasn't the owner of the mansion.
In a way, she was like Susan, merely a guest.
Alisa turned to Emma and her sister for guidance.
Emma bowed slightly to Li Meng with her hands placed on her stomach.
"Apologies, sir, but this mansion is occupied only by women. It would be inconvenient to host a male guest."
"Emma, but Mr. Silver Mask, he..."
Susan grew anxious, but her words were cut short by Li Meng.
"My apologies for the intrusion. Forget I mentioned it."
Alisa looked apologetically at Silver Mask.
"Mr. Silver Mask, I'm sorry!"
"Haha, no worries, no worries! I only wanted to stay to share some hometown stories with Susan. I'll find a place to stay nearby. If it's okay, I'd like to meet Susan during the day."
Hearing this, Susan looked at Silver Mask with admiration.
Had it been her, she might have felt dejected by the rejection.
After all, being turned away wasn't pleasant.
But Silver Mask didn't seem to mind.
Instead, he quickly found another way to resolve the issue.
Emma responded this time, "Of course, you may visit anytime during the day!"
"Haha, thank you very much!"
And just like that, Li Meng found a reason to stay.
Susan let out a sigh of relief.
As lunch concluded, Susan grew increasingly anxious, distracted by her thoughts.
Although she had many questions for Silver Mask, she didn't know where to begin.
Silver Mask had arrived in this world four years earlier than her.
In those four years, much must have happened.
"What is she doing?"
In the afternoon, in the courtyard of Bard Earl's mansion, Li Meng and Susan sat opposite each other at a stone table in the pavilion.
Li Meng's gaze fell on Alisa, who was outside the pavilion, continuously casting light magic.
Alisa muttered incantations, seemingly chanting, as a glowing orb formed in her hands.
The orb grew larger with her chanting.
Following Silver Mask's gaze, Susan looked at Alisa.
The pavilion echoed with Susan's voice.
"Magicians in this world need to continually deplete their magic power by casting spells to increase their total magic reserves. This is how magicians train. Doesn't Mr. Silver Mask know this?"
Training methods for magicians were common knowledge.
But judging by Silver Mask's expression, he seemed unaware.
"No, I didn't know. Although I arrived four years before you, I didn't live in the human world until now."
Not living in the human world before?
Silver Mask's words reminded Susan of the continents beyond the Southern Continent.
This world was vast, with many continents.
The Augus Continent was the general term.
The continents were like islands scattered around the Coral Sea.
At the center of the Coral Sea lay another continent, known as the Central Continent.
Because of the Central Continent, the Coral Sea was divided into four regions: the North Sea, West Sea, East Sea, and South Sea.
Some continents were connected, while others were separated by straits.
As the Coral Sea was controlled by the Sea Tribe, which was highly isolationist, travel between continents was possible only through airships.
Turning slightly, Li Meng shifted his gaze to the twin sisters.
They were practicing swordsmanship on the lawn not far away.
Their graceful figures intertwined as the sound of wooden swords clashing filled the air.
"Xiao Bai, what swordsmanship style are they practicing?"
The twins' swordsmanship seemed focused on power techniques.
Though simple, each move carried immense force.
If an ordinary person could only utilize 60% of their strength in a strike, these twins could unleash 200%.
Their wooden swords couldn't last ten exchanges before breaking.
The ground around them was littered with broken wooden swords.
"Sword God Style, a swordsmanship style easy to learn but difficult to master."
Compared to Li Meng's relaxed demeanor, Susan appeared tense, constantly glancing around.
"Um... Mr. Silver Mask, something seems off!"
Li Meng shifted his gaze from Emma and her sister back to Susan, who sat across from him at the stone table.
"Are you referring to the assassins?"
Susan nodded, worry flickering in her eyes as she glanced at the sky.
The sun was setting, the evening drawing closer.
The time for the assassins to strike had long passed.