The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 32 - Master Leonardo Michelangelo_1
Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Master Leonardo Michelangelo_1
Chapter 32 -32: Master Leonardo Michelangelo_1
After Ivita and company left the castle, they inquired with some farmers, and everyone said that Lord has only one son and no daughters at all.
This made Ivita start to think that the mission was a prank.
Or perhaps, he had totally misinterpreted the meaning of Old Druid. Perhaps the quest to recruit a blacksmith, stated in the last piece of wood, was indeed the quest in prophecy!
Hopefully, they could still accept that quest if they returned now.
However, even in this case, plenty of resources and 8 pennies of service charge would have been wasted in vain.
The sky gradually darkened. It was the time to decide whether to leave or stay.
Black Wolf suggested that it did not make good sense to stay in such a weird place for the night, not to mention that they were unwelcome by the host.
It would be better to spend the night in the wilderness than stay here.
The Old Witch unusually agreed to his decision and suggested it would be better to leave immediately.
Ivita also thought that Baron Moro would mind if anyone knew about his son. What if he wanted to silence them by killing them?
Although the possibility was little, they had to guard against it.
Thus, they got on the carriage, led the ox, and hit the road again, leaving the territory of Baron Moro.
Being very well-behaved, Alysia’s child seemed to understand his mother’s difficulties. So even being jolted on the journey, he still did not make any noise.
He was just sound asleep.
Feeling grateful, Alysia rewarded Ivita for letting her child sleep inside the carriage.
It was getting completely dark when they were about to leave the territory of Baron Moro, suddenly, there was a rustling in the nearby bushes by the roadside.
Responding quickly, Black Wolf grabbed the crossbow on his back and jumped out of the carriage, aiming the crossbow at the bush. “Who is there?”
The Old Witch opened her tightly closed eyes abruptly, revealing a cold light.
Ivita also touched the Greya Thunder Eye Ring, getting ready to cast the “Lightning Curse” at any time.
Was it the Wild Boar Knights Group or assassins from the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness that had followed them up?
“Wait a minute, it’s…it’s me…”
A head popped out of the bush. It was surprisingly Branton, the eldest son of Baron Moro.
Seeing the arrow loaded on the crossbow in Black Wolf’s hand, Branton looked serious, shaking his hand and saying, “No, no…it’s me.”
Black Wolf put away the crossbow and frowned, “We were driven away by your father before, and now you are stopping us.”
“What’s your intention?”
“People of Moro family are lacking in hospitality.”
Branton anxiously replied, “Ladies and gentlemen, I swear to the Gods that I didn’t mean to play tricks on you, warriors.”
“I posted the quest because I really have a sister, and she has been captured by the ogre.”
Ivita came out, “But your father said you don’t have a sister. People around here also said that your father has no daughter.”
“Can a single person tell a lie, and can everyone tell a lie?”
“So how can you explain this?”
Blushing, Branton took out half of a picture. In the picture, Baron Moro was holding a girl and a boy’s hand.
The boy looked similar to Branton but was a little bit younger.
“Look, this is a famous painting that I have kept secretly.”
“This is a masterpiece of Ambros’ art master, Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo. You can even see his signature in the corner. You may not believe in my words, but you should believe in this art master.”
Ivita came over and sceptically took the painting.
Indeed, the painter’s name was decorated below the painting. There was also a blessing: –
[Dedicated to the happy family of Baron Moro. You have a smart son and a lovely daughter.]
Black Wolf took a look at the painting, then unbelievably looked at Branton, he said to Ivita, “If the signature is not forged, we can trust the words of this master.”
“Is Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo well-known?” The Old Witch scornfully said, “Couldn’t the son of the Baron force the little painter to make a fake for him?”
Black Wolf and Rayli looked speechless at the Old Witch.
Branton was directly shocked, looking at the Hearthstone Great Witch with a stunned face. “You call him a little painter?”
“You know what his status in Ambros is?”
The Old Witch was never interested in anything among mortals that did not involve money.
Rayli coughed softly, reminding her, “Sir Leonardo Michelangelo is one of the most esteemed painters of Ambros. It is said that the mayor of Pavila once spent three thousand six hundred gold pounds to commission him to paint an iconic painting on one wall of the city’s landmark church.”
“To make this painting, along with the church, the pride of Paravi city.”
“However, halfway through the painting, Sir Leonardo Michelangelo suddenly felt that the sum of three thousand six hundred gold pounds was too little to cover his exceptional painting skills.”
“Therefore, Sir Leonardo Michelangelo only painted half of it and left, proclaiming that his painting on such large a wall of the church should at least be worth seven thousand two hundred gold pounds.”
“The mayor of Paravi was nearly frustrated to death, but this incident only solidified Sir Leonardo Michelangelo’s renowned reputation.”
It was then that the Old Witch understood that this was not just some small-time painter, but a master with a reputation across the Viscount’s land.
She grunted in response.
Ivita found the situation becoming increasingly peculiar, and it seemed likely that this task was indeed the one foretold in the prophecy.
He looked at Bran Tun. “But how did you get hold of this painting? You shouldn’t be able to afford such a high fee.”
Having asked around for some general knowledge and adding his own memories, he knew that the annual income of a small baron’s territory was only between seven hundred and a bit over a thousand gold pounds.
If it’s an exceptionally poor place, it might be even less.
Bran Tun felt something was amiss, as he realized the people in front of him were not ordinary adventurers.
Ordinary adventurers were usually uneducated and easy to manipulate.
But, these people, each one of them spoke eloquently and showed extensive knowledge.
While talking to them, he even felt as if he was speaking with a group of nobles.
This made Bran Tun unconsciously lower his own status, “It’s a series of fortunate events, my grandfather had some connection with the master, so he painted this for us. But it’s the only painting.”
“I don’t know what happened that caused everyone to forget my sister, but thankfully we still have the painting left by the master.”
“But that’s the only evidence.”
Ivita furrowed his brows, looking down at the painting.
“But if we help you, find your sister, or rather, your sister’s corpse, what commission should you pay us?”
Bran Tun originally wanted to be cheeky and take advantage of the adventurers’ lack of knowledge to lower the commission fee.
But he changed his mind now, fearing that it would irritate Ivita and his friends and drive them away.
The situation was now firmly under the control of Ivita and his team.
After thinking for a bit, Bran Tun named a huge sum, “75 pounds!”
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“It’s all the money I have saved.”
“Is that alright?”
Ivita pondered for a moment. Honestly, this price was already several dozens times the average for a normal task.
Under normal circumstances, no one would offer such an outrageous price were it not for a special situation or the urgency to find one’s sister.
In other words, the reason he could offer such high remuneration was because it was a life-saving amount for Bran Tun’s sister.
And now they are Bran Tun’s only hope, the only mercenaries he might be able to hire.
But this was not his goal.
What he wanted was something other than money.
But he decided to watch the situation first.
“120 gold pounds.” Ivita said. “We’ll not go lower than this.”
“And if new circumstances arise necessitating an increase in our price, then we must raise it.”
“You…” Bran Tun gritted his teeth. “Alright, afterwards, I could borrow some money from the merchants to reward you.”
“I hope you’re worth this price.”
“To help me find my sister.”
Ivita tried his best to curb any undue optimism, reminding him, “That is, assuming your sister is still alive. Otherwise, we could at most find her corpse for you.”
“We don’t have the ability to bring the dead back to life.”
“You should understand that.”
Bran Tun let out a sigh, knowing full well that Ivita was speaking the truth. “Um, I understand.”
