Work Prophet
Chapter 522 - 140 I Live for the Belief in Saturday

Chapter 522: Chapter 140 I Live for the Belief in Saturday

Seven consecutive victories had resounded Ireya’s name throughout the entirety of Lion Heart Castle.

Moreover, due to her unique combat style, bizarre, difficult-to-understand weaponry, and being the sole female, she gained more attention than the other competitors.

The Minstrel Kieren naturally wouldn’t waste this opportunity.

These days, his inspiration had erupted like a torrent. In one breath, he created four narrative long poems: "Divine Favored Knight Ireya," "Dragon Slayer Hero Dominates the Duel Arena," "Flames, Thunder and Smoke!" and "Saturday and Its Miracle Shine in the Royal Capital."

While praising the Lady’s bravery and prowess, he also took the opportunity to spread the faith of Saturday.

And now he no longer had to rise early to occupy a spot in the taverns, but rather, tavern owners from all over the city sought him out and even paid him to perform.

This was probably Kieren’s most glorious time since becoming a minstrel, leveraging firsthand information about Miss Rabbit, he quickly became one of the most popular individuals within Lion Heart Castle.

Many Dukes and the Countess sought him to discuss literature and art, causing Kieren to walk with a bit of a swagger these days, only regretting he hadn’t secretly kept a few pieces of giant dragon blood.

Just last night, he had gone to appreciate a romance novel written by an alluring, gentle-voiced lady, and had a friendly and deep conversation with her.

When he returned to the inn, it was nearly dawn, but no sooner had Kieren lain down did someone wake him— it was the servant from the Purple Wind Chime Tavern.

Kieren then remembered that he seemed to have received three gold coins from the owner of the Purple Wind Chime the day before yesterday, agreeing to perform there this morning.

And it wasn’t just about the three gold coins; there were rumors that the owner of the Purple Wind Chime adored poetry and had supported many minstrels who came to the Royal Capital, offering them free food, lodging, and a venue for performances.

Later, many of these minstrels became famous and would occasionally return to perform at the Purple Wind Chime, which greatly enhanced its reputation and drew more poetry enthusiasts and aspiring young minstrels.

It even gradually led to a saying that if a minstrel hadn’t sung at the Purple Wind Chime, they were merely second-rate at best.

Thus, Kieren could not refuse this performance no matter what.

Groggily, he climbed out of bed, washed his face, dressed, took his Layakin with him, and followed the servant to the Purple Wind Chime Tavern.

It was actually quite early, but the tavern already had quite a few patrons, with half of the tables occupied.

As Kieren stepped through the doorway, their gazes all turned to him.

But the minstrel, who had seen thieves and robbers, was certainly not nervous about such a small scene.

With a composed expression, he walked to the center of the tavern, checked his harp, cleared his throat, and then Kieren spotted a familiar figure.

It was none other than his old rival, Silver Hand.

When they had last met, Silver Hand had triumphed with his "Head! Head! Head!" over Kieren’s "The Resurrected Murderer," resulting in hardly any audience near Kieren during his performance, and everyone giving their tips to Silver Hand.

But now when they met again, the situation had completely reversed.

Upon seeing Kieren, Silver Hand was taken aback and instinctively asked, "What are you doing standing there?"

"What else, I’m obviously here to sing my poetry," Kieren said coolly.

"Just you?" Silver Hand expressed skepticism, "This is the Purple Wind Chime, remember? Many great minstrels have emerged from here."

"And I am about to become one of them," Kieren declared proudly.

Silver Hand instinctively let out a mocking laugh, but after laughing twice and realizing no one was joining in, he looked around the room, particularly noting the owner’s expression, and saw that no one opposed Kieren’s words.

Silver Hand was greatly shocked; he had come to the Royal Capital to watch the duel tournament and gather new material for his creativity.

But he had been delayed en route by some matters for half a month, and even after picking up his pace, he still arrived a few days late.

That was acceptable, but what he couldn’t understand was how Kieren, the defeated subordinate, had suddenly transformed into a distinguished guest of the Purple Wind Chime.

And as if guessing what he was thinking, Kieren lightly plucked a string on his harp, "Do you remember what I said when we parted last time?"

"I only remember we argued a lot that day, I’m not a masochist; why would I remember the insults you threw?" Silver Hand curled his lip.

"No, it was the line after that, I said I would become famous, that one day my songs would be sung by millions, and you, you would still be playing the fool in some unknown tavern."

Kieren spoke leisurely. After finishing, he paid no more attention to Silver Hand, who looked upset, and downed a golden beer a female patron had bought him.

Then he casually tossed the cup over his shoulder, placed one foot on a wooden chair, and once again began to pluck the strings, starting with "Flames, Thunder and Smoke!"

This was also his most popular poem, because the battle between the Lady and the Dawn Sword was so miraculous. Those who had witnessed that battle felt their trip was well worthwhile.

And those who had not could only experience Ireya’s elegance through the poems.

By the time Kieren finished his song, the reaction was good. The atmosphere was enthusiastic, with continuous applause.

Although Silver Hand was reluctant to admit it, he too had indeed been immersed in Kieren’s singing just now.

Someone said that the person who understands you best in this world isn’t your lover, but your rival.

Silver Hand was well aware that Kieren, nicknamed "golden voice," had a good voice. But Kieren’s lack of warmth and popularity over the years had mainly been due to his poor poetry. His subjects were old and boring, lacking novelty.

Instead, Silver Hand, who had made breakthroughs in his performances, had managed to surpass him. However, now that the two had met again, Silver Hand found Kieren had changed; his previous weaknesses had been covered up.

No, not just covered up, but had become his trump card.

How did he manage that?

The more Silver Hand listened, the more inconceivable he found it, because Kieren’s poems were rich in content and very detailed, including not only battle details but also his life with the Lady and mysterious details about Double Rest Sect and Saturdays.

These details should have been very difficult to obtain. This guy... he couldn’t have made them all up, could he? He was bold enough to offend the now-famous Dragon Slayer Knight and the Double Rest Sect.

After hearing one poem, many doubts arose in Silver Hand’s mind. Before he could speak, Kieren started singing the second poem, "Divine Favored Knight Ireya."

It wasn’t until he heard "Saturday and Its Miracle Shine in the Royal Capital" that Silver Hand suddenly woke up and then guessed some mad possibility.

Could this kid have secured some powerful backing?!

Kieren not only sang all the poems he had written since coming to the Royal Capital but even sang older ones like "The Murderer Who Came Back to Life."

This time again, he was met with cheers. He sang a total of seven poems, and by the end, the Purple Wind Chime was filled to capacity. Some people even brought a flute to accompany Kieren, driving the atmosphere to a peak, making Silver Hand both envious and jealous.

Kieren bowed to the audience with graceful gestures, then looked back at Silver Hand, wanting to enjoy the latter’s defeated demeanor.

Indeed, a hint of struggle flashed through Silver Hand’s eyes, but it quickly vanished. He even called out Kieren’s name proactively.

Then he stepped briskly up beside Kieren and announced loudly, "Let’s all congratulate the birth of another legendary minstrel! Drinks are on me today, everyone drink to your heart’s content!"

The cheering immediately intensified, as people began banging on tables to show their support for Kieren.

Yet Kieren was very cautious, moving close to whisper to Silver Hand, "What are you up to, you rascal?"

Silver Hand had already grabbed Kieren’s hand, his eyes brimming with tears, "Brother was oblivious before and caused you trouble, but you were right. The reason I’ve been so obsessed with surpassing you is because I’ve always seen you as a role model, from love born hatred."

Kieren was disgusted by Silver Hand’s sappiness, "Can you cut it out? I actually prefer the more defiant you."

"That’s impossible now," Silver Hand simply moved even closer, clinging tightly to Kieren like a koala to a tree trunk. Despite Kieren’s efforts, he failed to break free and exclaimed,

"Let go of me!"

"I won’t!" Silver Hand’s eyes were resolute. "Unless you introduce me to Prophet Merlin and have me join the Double Rest Sect!"

"Ha, dream on!" Kieren scoffed.

"Then I’ll kneel outside your inn. I believe my devotion will certainly move the Prophet. I don’t care, my life is for the belief in Saturday. Without that belief, my life is meaningless. I might as well be dead!"

Kieren was stunned by Silver Hand’s shamelessness.