The Hero

Chapter 462 The Learned Employee

Javier's actions have left Suzanne dumbfounded. He really thought he would bring his untouched body to the city tonight. In fact, Javier let go once the kiss was over. His hands at least knew how to remain silent.

There was one part of her that refused to back down, and that was not the thing that Suzanne's current embarrassment would talk about.

Suddenly, Javier said, “It looks like we're free tomorrow. Want to go for a walk, a walk, and have fun?”

With her cheeks still flushed, she nodded slowly. She wondered if she said yes because she was too afraid to say no to the man's body being on top of her now - or if she really wanted to date him.

Regardless, the answer was yes, although he then sharply turned his pink cheeks away from her to take his eyes off her.

Javier's finger grazed the softness of his cheek.

"You, Suzanne, are beautiful" she sighed in agreement. "So much so that you can make anyone's heart beat."

He did not wait for his response. Instead, he moved away from her and left her room. "Rest well."

Door clicked shut. Suzanne let out a long sigh of relief. After all, what he feared the most did not happen.

Indeed, "fear" may be a misnomer. What he was struggling with was how unprepared he was. One did not even need to talk about the topic of virginity or shame. The fact that she has not been with the opposite sex for nearly three decades makes acceptance difficult.

“Break well? How could I do that after what you did to me, you shitty lech?!" he grumbled in a low tone, pulled out some tissue paper and turned his back to perhaps finish what Javier had started…

The next morning at nine o'clock, Javier and Suzanne set off in a horse-drawn carriage as soon as they finished breakfast. He had chartered a new mode of transportation because he liked it so much the other day.

The ride by car will always be a little bumpy, but the sight of the alien scenery slowly receding, the warmth and color of the golden sun of the day, and the gentle whispers of a gentle breeze make the trip pleasant.

Of course, what ended up giving Javier the biggest serotonin boost was Suzanne's slender, slender legs peeking out of her skirt every once in a while…

While the woman herself admires the splendor of her surroundings, Javier leans near her ears and breathes, “I just realized something, Suzy. You will make a good model of socks! Just look at the fine artwork you have there. Put some black, translucent silk pantyhose, and voila! Sexy!"

Suzanne glared at him and ignored him, turning her gaze back to admire the roadside. In the past, what he said would cause confusion, but at this point, he was used to Javier's unsolicited praise.

A light teasing comment like this was too light to make him feel embarrassed. Javier doesn't try anymore. He had just got off the carriage when he stopped in front of Gauthe's house. Jonas Wolfgang von Gauthe was a household name. Born near the Main river in Frankein, he was one of the most famous writers, philosophers, and scientists in Hildegardan history. He is also considered an example of the Vymir Classicists, as well as prolific poets, playwrights, and novelists.

Suffice it to say, he is one of the greatest writers in the country and one of the most brilliant figures in world literature.

Javier shook his head, smiling. “It's more than renovation. The whole place was rebuilt. Gauthe's original home was bombed during the Great War, and this is just a reconstruction done after it was over. He lived for over fifty years in his original residence.If the old site were preserved, it would be over 200 years old. No renovation can replicate such circumstances.”

Suzanne stiffened a little. He forgot that Gauthe lived 200 years ago.

The house boasts a rather simple Baroque-style architecture. The lowest level used to be the kitchen and warehouse, where the rustic carriage — slightly repaired — retreats quietly in its corner.

It was Gauthe's main mode of travel 200 years ago, as he had traveled around Garman and the rest of the continent. It has broadened the poet's mind, broadened his horizons, and enriched his experiences.

Javier follows Suzanne up the creaking wooden stairs to Gauthe's sitting room, bedroom, and study room. The lounge is spacious, and the classical piano with its pure charm stands out, impressing admirers of today. As Javier follows Suzanne around, he introduces the rooms.

“This is where Gauthe lived for more than five decades. A large amount of his greatest work was completed here, enough that the city of Vymir became known as the most important cultural city in Hildegardan history.

“Piano used to be an attraction for many novelists, poets, and playwrights across Garman and across the continent. It was used for music salons of the time, where people loved to discuss, listen to music, and drink tea.”

Gauthe's workspace is a small but well-lit room that overlooks the east side of the city. A dark wooden table sat in the middle, the poet's quill was placed slanted in its base. Rows of bookshelves lined with works published by Gauthe.

It was rustic and humble, but immersed in the atmosphere it was refreshing. One can even peek out the window, which overlooks a simple green garden.

“This is the room where Gauthe completed many works that captivated the world, including 'Fowst', which is considered the equivalent of 'Inferno' Dante,”." added Javier.

“He started writing at the age of 23. His first work was an ambitious project filled with philosophical musings and struggles that took 60 years to complete. It was only possible because of his persistence, you know. It really shows that indomitable will is power.

“Like every great figure in the world, he has a view wide enough to cover the whole world, as well as humility. He didn't just borrow books from Vymir's public library. He has his own personal library with about 6,000 books. Oh, here it is.”

He takes Suzanne to the library, where the books are still kept in their original place despite the yellowing of the pages.

“These books come from all over the world, and that includes Chinese novels translated by the Church. Oh, fun fact? He is a big fan of our culture. He read many books from our country and even learned how we write. He based many of his creations on Chinese poetry, drama, style, and thought.

“One time, he told his assistant what he thought of us Chinese. They almost share the exact same thoughts, behaviors, and emotions as us. I think it won't be long before we realize that we are people of the same race. Of course, in their country, everything was much brighter and purer. They are also morally superior.'”

Javier's highly encyclopedic explanation surprises Suzanne. He even managed to attract other tourists, who now showered these learned employees with praise.

However, Suzanne knows she's not even an employee. Javier was supposed to be a shitty lech who called him the perfect nude model, tried to persuade him to put on silk stockings, and kissed her forcibly without consent. Why did he become a cultured lech now? And he knows a lot, to boot!