Xue Lun believed that for Lulunaka, Pasta should be regarded as a very good uncle.
He was very concerned about his niece. When he spoke to her, he was never rude. It sounded as if he was treating his own daughter. Perhaps for Pasta, she was already his daughter. He also tried his best to satisfy his niece's requests. He never refused rudely. When something was really difficult to do, he would tactfully refuse and let Lulunaka give up on things that were really impossible.
Xue Lun heard from Pasta that when they were on the boat in the Sea of Darkness, she had asked Pasta to get a few Ghost Fish. Pasta spent a lot of effort to coax her.
That was really an unreasonable request. Xue Lun naturally knew what a Ghost Fish was. It could be regarded as a dragon in the Sea of Darkness. Although it was a mixed-blood low-level dragon, it was still something that ordinary people could not deal with.
Although this girl was an interesting little genius, sometimes she was rude and unreasonable, which seemed to be quite difficult. Xue Lun felt that it was a pity that he did not see the scene of Lulunaka being difficult. It would have been very interesting to think about it.
In short, as a relative, Pasta was very kind to his niece.
Of course, that was not only because of Pasta's kindness. Xue Lun believed that the benefits that Lulunaka brought to him were also one of the reasons why he was so good to his niece.
At this time, a voice came down from above Xue Lun and Pasta. "Pasta."
It was a young man's voice. Xue Lun looked towards the voice and saw a young man's face that matched the voice.
This young man was called Julius. He was slightly older than Lulunaka. He was Pasta's other nephew and also Lulunaka's cousin.
Xue Lun's first impression of Julius was that he was a nervous child who rarely spoke. When he met Xue Lun's gaze, he would become even more nervous.
But he was not a bad kid. When Xue Lun told him about his experiences, most of which were made up stories, he would listen carefully, which made Xue Lun feel very satisfied as a bard.
Unlike Lulunaka, Julius seemed to be a rather introverted person, at least in front of Xue Lun.
"Is there anything we can eat?" Julius asked Pasta.
This made Pasta sigh. "It's not even noon yet. You should have eaten breakfast, and you ate the most."
"It's almost noon," Julius said.
"Then wait a little longer. There isn't that much food for you to eat." Pasta said snappily, which made Julius shrink his head back.
Compared to his niece, Pasta didn't treat his nephew as well.
Xue Lun didn't think that this was a bad thing. To a boy, it was better to be strict. Girls could be spoiled, but if a boy was spoiled, then it would be a very bad thing. This was Xue Lun's own experience.
"He is a shy child." Xue Lun said to Pasta.
"He is just timid." Pasta replied.
"He can't be a qualified warrior like this."
Xue Lun laughed. Compared to his niece, Pasta was indeed stricter to his nephew. If the two of them were compared, it wasn't difficult to understand why Pasta had a different attitude.
Xue Lun changed the topic. "You said that you were going to the King's Castle. Do you have any plans?"
Of course, Xue Lun knew where the three of them were going. As long as they were going south, no one didn't plan to go to the King's Castle. That was a fascinating place. No matter where they came from, as long as they went to the King's Castle, no one wouldn't be amazed.
Xue Lun had been to the King's Castle several times, but it was still an unforgettable place. It always gave people the impulse to visit it again.
Earlier, Pasta had already said that he wanted to go to the King's Castle to try his luck. Xue Lun could understand. Everyone who went to the King's Castle hoped that they could get something there.
For Xue Lun, the King's Castle was an old man that was gradually aging. It had lost its vitality, but it was still worth visiting.
"I don't think that is a good place for business."
"It is better than the north."
Pasta said, "There is no business in the prairie. The trade caravans from the Far East don't take the north route anymore.
Because of the active magical beasts and the disputes of the neighboring countries, it has become not so safe. Without the trade caravans from the East, the days of us merchants have become difficult. "
"Have I heard that the situation in the north has become so bad?"
"It is not bad, but the situation is not good."
Pasta replied, "Taking advantage of this opportunity, we might as well go south and try our luck at the King's Castle. Maybe we can find some opportunities."
For merchants like Pasta, as long as there was a business opportunity, no matter how small it was, it was still an opportunity. If they gave up on something that was fleeting, it would be a waste. But for people like them who came from afar, as long as there was an opportunity, they would not miss it.
Regarding this, Xue Lun expressed his understanding.
For people like them who lived at the bottom, as long as they could make a living, they would cherish everything that they could have.
Pasta was like this, and so was Xue Lun.
Pasta left his hometown for the sake of earning money, but what was Xue Lun doing?
At least, it was not just to make a living. There were many ways to make a living, and being a minstrel was definitely not the best choice.
Those famous, great, and talented minstrels could enter and leave the mansions of high officials and nobles. They could even walk through all kinds of palaces, perform a song for the princesses, princes, and even the Emperor.
As for Xue Lun, he was not so great.
Donning a light green cloak and a coarse short robe that made it easy for him to move about, he looked like an ordinary bard. Neither his poems nor his stories were outstanding to the point where people would think highly of him. However, he didn't make people feel that he was unfashionable either. There would always be listeners and spectators who were willing to watch his performances and listen to his stories.
Maybe they would be interested in listening to him play with the harp.
As for other things, Xue Lun really did not have any, not even a big goal.
He just took one step at a time, where he could go, what he could obtain, and what kind of legendary stories he could spread, it was all up to fate.
As a minstrel, he was very ordinary. The things he did were also very ordinary, and the stories he left behind were just that.
When Xue Lun was slightly immersed in his memories, a sound pulled him back to reality.
It was the barking of a dog, and it came from the carriage.
"Ward, you're eating random things again!" Lulunaka's voice also came, and she sounded very angry.
"I've said many times, don't eat those strange things. Are you going to continue shedding until you become a bare dog meat?"
The barking of the dog continued, and Julius's panicked voice came, "I don't know where he went, and then he held something in his mouth that I couldn't tell what it was, and ate it in one bite …"
"Can't you stop him, my dear cousin?"
"What if he bites me!
He's not close to me! "Julius's voice not only sounded panicked, but also a little angry.
"If he's not close to you, he would have already torn off a few pieces of your flesh and eaten them!
What if he gets a stomachache from eating human flesh? "
Lulunaka's voice was always louder than Julius's, and it sounded like she was suppressing Julius with her imposing manner.
Hearing the argument from above, Xue Lun laughed, and Pasta smiled bitterly.
Such arguments were not uncommon, and Lulunaka was always stronger, suppressing Julius until he could not raise his head.
As a cousin, Julius's performance was indeed quite … cowardly.
But considering that Pasta favored his niece more between his nephew and niece, his attitude might not be strange — or it could be said that it was because of his nephew and niece's character that Pasta valued Lulunaka more.
Xue Lun could only guess about other people's family affairs, but he was not rude enough to take the initiative to ask.
When outside, before they fell out with each other, they should be polite if they could, and never take the initiative to cause trouble. This was one of Xue Lun's principles.
"They are really energetic," Xue Lun said.
"I hope she can be more like … a girl, and not like this," Pasta said.
"Then what about your nephew?
It's good to be gentlemanly, but that's not gentlemanly. "
Pasta laughed and shook his head, "That's indeed not gentlemanly.
But my advice to him is to not provoke his … cousin, or things will become very bad. "