Chapter 117: Food For His Sickly Wife
The guards looked at us like we’d just farted in their mouths. Hmm...
So, this world doesn’t have the concept of homosexuality. We might be in their kingdom’s record as the first gay couple in their history.
Or maybe it’s just that our entrance wasn’t the most noble thing ever, but if they’d seen what we’ve been through lately, they would’ve offered us food and a hot bath instead of pointing spears at our throats.
One of them inside the gates bent over and started collecting what was left of our beloved, now-sliced-into-sashimi bag.
I winced as he held up the glinting remains of our hard-earned gold coins like they were relics from a forbidden temple.
"They are thieves. No doubt about it," the guard captain declared, as if he’d just uncovered the scandal of the decade. "No way would rags like you be carrying this much coin unless you’d stolen it."
"Rags?" I gasped dramatically. "I’ll have you know this cloak is made from the finest patchwork anxiety and sheer desperation! Do you have any idea how hard that is to stitch together?"
Claude’s head tilted downward as he looked at me with a warning. Oh, right. I should be acting like his sick lover here.
I coughed incessantly after that. "I mean, these are rags crafted with feelings of wanting to survive in this harsh world. Please, don’t belittle them."
The guards seemed unimpressed and unconvinced, so I tried again. "Look, sir, about the gold. We earned it through hard work. We even risked our lives just so we could buy medicine for me, but it’s still not enough."
The guard captain’s face grimaced. He flicked his hand, signalling the guards to capture us. I was about to say something again when suddenly, Claude dropped me.