??57: Chapter 21: Ya Ya_2
57: Chapter 21: Ya Ya_2
“What’s your na?” Asked Motan out of curiosity as he eyed the dazzling array of shops and stalls along the road, turning to the young canine girl behind him, “Or, how should I address you?”
The girl had been wagging her tail joyfully throughout the journey.
Upon hearing his question, she pondered for a bit, then instead of her usual bark, she uttered lowly, “Ya…Ya…”
“Ya?” Motan confird, “That’s it?”
The girl shook her head vigorously, her ears folding back, “Ya~ Ya~”
Scratching his head, Motan asked, “Ya Ya?”
“Woof!” The canine girl nad Ya Ya nodded enthusiastically.
Motan: “…..”
Feeling ntally drained…
If viewed from high above, Anka Market looked like a massive diamond, cobbled from four smaller ones, and situated towards the lower end of the northwest continent.
As per its unique geographic layout, all four corners of this diamond, the north, south, east, and west, hosted nurous shops and stalls of all kinds.
The array of goods on offer ranged from Goblin Rocket Belts to fake jewels used by dragons to console their children, from compact elental pile drivers used by Orc shaman for erecting totems to peppermint leaves preferred by Cat Folk Beastn.
You na it, they had it~
However, the largest comrcial areas were still the west and east end.
The forr was a large market place – if you had enough money, you could find anything you wanted there, while the latter housed a landmark building of Anka Market, the Golden Sour Plum Auction House, which doubled as the administrative district of the market.
The north, where Motan was previously, was a multidisciplinary area, primarily populated with adventurer guilds, rcenary Associations, magic guilds, Thief Guilds, and a plethora of inns, eateries, and other service industries.
The smallest area, the south end, was a residential district.
Many locals of the Anka Market, well-to-do researchers, scholars, and rchants who seldom ventured out of their hos, all resided there.
Motan himself had a task in the southern area, reportedly, weeding a couple’s yard.
The location was not far from where Ya Ya needed to go.
“Um…
” Motan helplessly eyed Ya Ya, who had been staring through a display window for two minutes.
He patted her shoulder and said, “You seed to be in a hurry, right?
So, let’s finish our main tasks first and then you can co back to check out these dog chews.
Sounds good?”
The canine girl instinctively turned to him and bared her teeth.
Then, her face turning red, she hung her head and nodded, her cheeks reddening.
In an apparent attempt to please him, she rubbed her face against the back of Motan’s hand and let out a pleased ‘woof’.
…..
Fifteen minutes later
Motan stopped in front of a slanting wooden house and, turning back, nodded at Ya Ya.
Indicating the house in front of him, he said, “This is Miss Molly’s ho.
Your task is to clean her garden, right?
We’ve arrived.”
“Woof!
Thank~ you, woof!” Ya Ya excitedly clapped her hands.
Her tail practically blurred with the speed it was wagging, and she happily ran two circles around Motan before nuzzling his face.
After that, she bolted towards the front door and started knocking.
Motan paused for a mont, then shook his head with a smile, and walked towards another street nearby.
The couple nad Gulov, whom he was supposed to help with weeding, lived nearby and were no more than two hundred ters away from his current location.
…
“Hmm…
Aromatherapy Avenue 11, this should be the place.” Motan looked at the huge courtyard in front of him, which was at least half an acre in size, and rolled his eyes.
With a strong sense of discontentnt towards the rich, he pushed open the low garden gate and muttered, “I wonder how many weeds there are inside.
Probably more than I expected…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but under a sort of sixth sense, he looked up, and then…
“Holy crap!!!!!!”
Five seconds later.
The door of the two-story house in the yard was forced open from the inside, and an old, skinny man hobbled out leaning on a cane.
As he walked, he hollered, “Who’s swearing at my doorstep!
I’ll see… Hm?
No one?”
…
[You’ve urgently disconnected.
Please select whether to reconnect.]
“Yeah, let’s reconnect…”
[Reconnecting…]
[Connection complete, loading character data.]
[Welco to the land of Innocence, Tan Mo of the Chaotic Neutral alignnt, have a good night.]
…
“Haha, interesting~~” Motan appeared and imdiately chuckled with a shake of his head, “This is the first ti I’ve seen a ‘weed’ that’s sturdier than a person and equipped with a double row of sharp teeth.
I guess they must have been fed so real top-notch fertilizer…
But speaking of which…”
He glanced at the small mound of earth by his feet, which clearly hadn’t been there for long, and gave a soft snort: “Soft-hearted…
but since my quest completion was signaled, it ans that the little priest nad Ai is now safe.”
Indeed, he received a system prompt the mont he logged in:
[Side quest ‘Rescue the Warm Sun Team’ completed.
You currently have 200 Experience Points to distribute.]
Dead people don’t need rescuing.
When he arrived here that night, the Warm Sun Team’s great swordsman, Dona, was already lifeless.
The female priest Ai Vanja lay next to a pool of blood, her stomach gashed wide open.
And the strongest mber of their team, Dav Sagel, was nowhere to be found.
Considering the only mission Motan had received prior – [Smite the ‘hero’ DAVE in Pato City], things were quite clear.
Motan used all of his remaining three initial life potions and one God’s Grace Scroll – all scavenged from d’s house – to save the nearly-dead apprentice female priest.
After understanding the situation, he quickly fooled the poor girl who had just experienced betrayal and the death of her companions, urging her to hide herself in Pato City as soon as possible.
He then prepared to leave in search of the two Redback beasts.
True enough, he’d inexplicably logged out during this process.
Supposedly, there was still plenty of ti left, but when he erged from the ga cabin, he found it was already seven in the morning…
“Sothing’s fishy.” Motan slouched carelessly next to the makeshift mound that served as Dona’s grave.
He leaned against it and stroked his chin, murmuring, “This has happened twice since I started this ga, each ti I lose about two hours of real world ti.
Sleeping in the ga cabin seems far-fetched, and there’s always a ‘you have exited the ga’ notification each ti I wake up.
Could it be a bug because I have multiple characters…
But if so, then what’s causing this bug…
hmm?”
He didn’t continue pondering, but noticed the notification corner flickering at the edge of his field of vision.
“Hehe~” Motan chuckled deviously, “You must really miss …
Really want to win this ‘ga’, huh?”
His character only has one friend, so the source of the ssage, outside system alerts, was clear as day.
“Are you there?
Are you there?”
“Are you there?
Are you there?”
“You’re not offline, are you?”
“Hey!
Are you online but ignoring ?!”
“You haven’t been doing anything lately, and being a shut-in, what else would you be doing late at night besides gaming?
Why the hell?!”
“Say sothing!”
“I’m so bored~”
“What level are you now?
I did a few quests today, I’m already level 5.”
“Hello hello hello hello hello!!!!!!”
All of these are the historic ssages sent by Double Leaf, yes, the last ssage just ca in.
Leaning against the grave and stretching lazily, Motan summarized Double Leaf’s incessant harangue casually, “Crazy.”
Though he’s probably the last person who should be calling soone else that.
“Dusk leans against the wild grave~” Leaning against a grave and smiling, Motan composed a casual lirick, “The lants of the woman are like smoke.”
“Do not asure the ordinary passage of ti~” While saying so, he slyly sent it to Double Leaf, “Only rember a person’s madness.”
A few seconds later, Double Leaf’s reply was received, “What do you an?”
Motan rolled his eyes and replied considerately, “I’m comfortably leaning against a fresh grave and contemplating sothing.
I don’t have ti to bother with you, it’s none of your business what I do at night, I’m actually quite curious about how freaking out you are right now…”
Having said that, he ignored the flurry of ssages sent by Double Leaf in a split second.
He didn’t block her nor reply; he rely shakily stood up, turned and patted down the mound, then swiftly left, blending into the lingering sunlight of the setting sun…
Chapter Twenty-one: The End
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