Chapter 82 Welcome Party Bonfire
After fooling around in the space where only the two of them were, Reinhardt had to change out of his plain, simple shirt. Buster carried Reinhardt to his cloakroom... Reinhardt's little room, to find him a new outfit.
But no matter how much he looked, he couldn't find any decent clothes.
"Is Victoria addicted to skirts?" he said through gritted teeth. "She can't find a pair of pants after all this time."
Reinhardt kept his mouth shut, secretly babbling to himself. But then he remembered he didn't have many days left anyway, so he grew bolder and started babbling out in the open.
“A skirt is fine too,” he said slowly, his eyes closed and head tilted to the side.
Buster glanced back at the brat sitting naked on the bed and seriously suspected that Reinhardt was also addicted to wearing skirts.
In other words, Buster meant that if it were just the two of them, he wouldn't mind Reinhardt wearing a skirt at all.
You could even say he was really looking forward to it.
But Buster knew perfectly well what kind of people his other crew members were; they would be staring intently at Reinhardt.
These are all heartfelt words, which Buster would not normally say aloud.
But his Reinhardt couldn't see, and Buster wanted him to feel more, so he ignored the slight embarrassment and, while pulling down his pants, said, "I don't want them staring at you."
Reinhardt asked questions when he didn't understand.
"Why?"
Buster rubbed his face and said awkwardly, "I'm stingy, I don't want them to see you."
Although Reinhardt didn't understand, he still nodded understandingly.
Through Buster's tireless efforts, he finally managed to find a set of trousers among a pile of gorgeous dresses.
The design is very novel, and it comes from Victoria's private custom-made collection.
A high-necked, off-the-shoulder fitted top paired with gray-brown casual trousers. Although they were away from the Cloud Library, the ship was in the blooming season. Buster still couldn't stand the two exposed shoulders, so he took his leather jacket and draped it over Reinhardt's shoulders.
Because he didn't know how to style hair, he simply tied Reinhardt's hair into a low ponytail, and the result was surprisingly good.
One can only say that he does have some sense of aesthetics, Buster felt proud and empathized with Victoria, who was obsessed with dressing up Reinhardt.
He also found a pair of tall leather boots. As he was about to kneel down to put the shoes on Reinhardt, the latter suddenly curled his legs up, put his hands on his shoulders, and said, "I can do it myself."
Buster had already half-knelt down. Holding Reinhardt's calf, he smiled and lifted the other's leg onto his own thigh.
After putting on his shoes, Buster gave Reinhardt a quick kiss and led him out of the room.
The sea breeze was noisy, carrying a faint salty smell. Reinhardt felt refreshed as he bathed in the wind.
The straight stairwell was familiar to Reinhardt, who was led down step by step by Buster.
He had assumed Buster was taking him to the training room or somewhere for dinner. But as he turned the corner in the hallway, a curtain was lifted, revealing a scene of many figures.
A large crowd had gathered on the deck, chatting noisily before Reinhardt and Buster arrived. But upon their arrival, they all fell silent in unison.
"They're here!" Madonna exclaimed, sitting atop several large crates on the deck and raising her glass. "Welcome our star!"
"What main character?" Reinhardt asked, puzzled. But he still obediently followed Buster's lead, walking towards the center of the deck.
Buster explained with a smile, "We throw a welcome party for each new member, and we've already prepared one for you. We were originally planning to wait until all the other crew members were present."
But now he… Buster didn’t want to think about the unfinished second half of the sentence and decided to enjoy the present moment first.
With a smile, Buster led Reinhardt to the middle of the deck. This was a world of magic, and fire-resistant magic had been set up both inside and outside the deck, so they lit a campfire directly on the ship.
The huge bonfire illuminated the sky and the sea, and the unique aroma of burning firewood mingled with the sea breeze, brushing against Reinhardt's face.
He also smelled the aroma of meat.
"His name is Reinhardt. No need for much introduction; you all probably know his background." The Storm Leader took a huge keg of beer, raised the glass above his head, and declared, "From today onwards, he officially joins the Storm Bandit Gang!"
In Reinhardt's black and white world, countless black figures raised their glasses. He could almost see their faces beaming with joy, as they cheered with exhilaration.
It seemed that everyone was cheering for his arrival and happy because of his presence.
A drifting ship, a burning campfire, and jubilant companions. Reinhardt's hair was blown by the sea breeze, and suddenly he felt the heaviness that had been weighing on his heart dissipate with the wind.
"That's so cool!" someone whistled. "What kind of bandit gang has a god as a partner? That's absolutely awesome!"
"Wow! I thought the leader was going to keep a mistress hidden away and enjoy her secretly!"
"Handsome deity, would you be interested in spending the night with me?"
"Watch your mouth, Madonna will be here with a hammer in a minute."
“There’s one more thing.” Unable to bear the annoying talk any longer, Buster stopped the noise, put his arm around Reinhardt’s waist, and kissed him on the cheek in front of everyone.
"He's my partner, you bunch of bastards, no one is allowed to make a move on him!"
Then he received a lot of teasing and laughter.
"I told you the leader should keep it hidden! Pshaw! He'll only let everyone know after he's won her over. What a deep scheme!"
"Alright, alright, actually we were robbing the chief's wife!"
"I'm heartbroken, sob sob sob."
The latter cried so loudly that Madonna, strong as a female eagle, stretched out her arms and pulled the man to her side. She shoved a huge barrel-shaped wine glass into his face, grinding it against it, and sneered, "Heartbroken? I'll drink with you!"
"It's not that much of a need..."
Buster ignored them and led Reinhardt to a low stool that had been set out. He then took some freshly grilled meat from the side and handed it to Reinhardt.
"It's a little hot, don't eat it yet."
Reinhardt nodded, his long hair hanging down by his temples trembling.
Some of the bolder guys carried barrels of liquor up to Reinhardt and said with a grin, "Hello Reinhardt, my name is Adonp."
Reinhardt fumbled for the barrel and nodded politely.
After he started, a steady stream of other people followed suit, trying to impress him. The mild-mannered Reinhardt responded to each one, but Buster was the first to become impatient.
"Get lost, get lost, get lost." He kicked someone's butt, "You're interfering with my eating meat."
"You don't have to be jealous of this, do you? Boss, how come your heart is even smaller than that guy Koli's ass?"
Now, without Buster having to take action, Nakoli, who was being used as a comparison, was kicked flying over.
Buster shooed them away with his eyes to go play elsewhere before turning back to Reinhardt, who was holding a barrel of wine, and whispering to him.
"Don't agree to everything. If you're too easygoing, they'll take advantage of you."
Reinhardt found it amusing, but he also listened to Buster. Nodding, he smelled the wheat juice in the barrel and slowly took a sip.
Normally, the Storm Lord would strictly control the consumption of alcoholic beverages and resolutely prevent Reinhardt from touching them. But now, he only wanted Reinhardt to experience more things, wanting to enrich Reinhardt's world, so he didn't stop him.
After Reinhardt took a sip of his beer, he leaned closer and asked with a smile, "How is it?"
“It’s strange,” Reinhardt said, “but it’s interesting.”
He said, "It's not bad to drink."
Buster raised an eyebrow and withdrew his hand from the juice. He hadn't expected Reinhardt to be so accepting.
However, since it was his first time drinking alcohol, he didn't have a clear understanding of his alcohol tolerance, so he only took a few sips before switching to chilled fruit juice.
Someone started singing, their voices rising high and resounding amidst the roar of the waves.
[Warriors who brave the waves, they dance with the wind, and sail alongside the seagulls—]
It's a bit hard to listen to, but the lyrics seem pretty good.
Reinhardt expressed his thoughts in this way, and Buster burst into a fit of laughter upon hearing it.
He then joined in the singing, eagerly awaiting Reinhardt's praise. However, the boy's face slowly scrunched up; he clearly didn't appreciate the singing at all.
The Storm Leader's heart shattered, and he locked Reinhardt in his arms, secretly touching his waist as punishment.
The lively welcome party lasted from dusk till dawn, only officially ending when the first rays of sunlight slowly pierced through the clouds.
The Storm Leader had an excellent alcohol tolerance, to the point that he could drink nearly a thousand cups without getting drunk, but even he couldn't withstand the relentless drinking from everyone on the ship. In addition, he had shielded Reinhardt from a lot of alcohol, and by the end of the party, he was so drunk that Reinhardt had to use a flying vehicle to move him.
Madonna had also drunk quite a bit. After taking Victoria back to her room, she was feeling dizzy and was about to go back to her room when she was surprised to find a familiar figure standing at the door.
She leaned against the wall, barely managing to keep her unsteady steps.
"Reinhardt?" Is she drunk? Shouldn't this kid be back in his room with the chief by now?
The handsome man, still wearing Buster's coat, slowly turned around and gave Madonna a peaceful smile.
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Author's Note: Reinhardt: I never imagined that singing was also one of Buster's weapons.
Buster: ...
Madonna: Little god, your mouth is getting more and more venomous...
Victoria: [Frozen] My sweetheart candy now contains arsenic? Get away from the leader!
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