lting Snow was anticipating that there would be sothing incredible in this hidden room. Although he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up, because like Drifting Cloud said, this was a farmhouse cellar, but he just couldn't help himself.
Especially after he had found all of those aweso things earlier in the tree grove. Right now, his expectations were soaring through the sky as he walked closer towards the opening.
However, the closer he ca towards the opening, the more he wanted to recoil away from it. There was a distinct musty sll coming out from the hole, and it was beginning to overwhelm him.
The scent was a lot stronger than the dusty sll that the overall cellar had. It was as if it was more concentrated.
Not wanting the sll to overpower him, lting Snow halted in his steps, not daring to get closer. He tried to use his hands to cover his nose, but the damage was already done, and he began to violently cough.
They were so severe that his entire body began to shake with them. It was similar to the ti when he was five and decided to see what pepper slled like.
Although he was young when it happened, he rembered the burning sensation in his nose vividly. That's when he learned that a person shouldn't try to sll certain things.
Which made lting Snow curious as to why he chose the Beastman race. He knew that this race's senses were more sensitive than any other species. They had enhanced hearing, eyesight, taste, and, most importantly, sll.
He usually keeps his enhanced senses settings on dium, and only puts them on low if the place is sensory overloaded. But there are tis when he likes to put it on high, which is when he is eating Drifting Cloud food.
It's a very high-end experience, but sadly this ti, he forgot to put his settings back to normal, and he is paying for it. Hearing his friend's worried voice, he knew he needed to rectify his mistake.
Swiftly opening his interface, lting Snow found the settings icon and clicked on it. After turning down his senses, he felt as though he could finally breathe again.
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Leaving the red alder wine racks behind, Xinya walked over to the mysterious wall opening, ready to explore the room on the other side. However, just as he was close enough to peer inside the dark opening, a powerful cough from behind made him pause mid-step.
Startled, he turned around only to see that lting Snow had stopped about a foot away from him with no intention of moving closer. His hands were covering his nose, and he looked as though he was about to cough up a lung.
If Xinya didn't know any better, he would say that the boy had gotten sick sohow, but he did know better. Sothing like getting sick was utterly impossible in this ga.
Even though this ga was incredibly realistic, he knew for sure that the DEVs weren't stupid enough to add any kind of illnesses to this ga. Well, real ones.
Players were able to get ailnts from certain monsters, but he knew that wasn't the case here.
"Are you alright, lting Snow? What's wrong?" Xinya asked worriedly, walking back over towards the boy.
But lting Snow stopped him from coming closer with an outstretched hand. Xinya could tell that the boy was doing sothing inside of his interface because the boy beca entirely well after a couple of seconds later.
"I had had my sense of sll turned up on high, and the moldy sll coming out from the opening was too much for to take. But after turning it down, I'm fine now," As if to prove his point, lting Snow took a big sniff. "See, completely fine, so let's go check out the room."
"Are you sure you will be alright to go inside?" Xinya asked, still a little worried about the boy.
From his understanding of the beastman race, their senses were very keen. Even in the lowest setting, their senses were still above the other races. This ant that if sothing slled gross to him, it would be unbearable to the boy.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I put my setting on high when you were cooking the goodbye picnic and just forgot to put it back to normal," lting Snow stated, before grabbing Xinya's hand and pulling him towards the opening.
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The first thing Xinya noticed when he was pulled through the wall's opening was that the new room they were in was an office. A very luxurious office at that.
Taking in the entire room, Xinya saw that there was a writing table made of lacquered birch that was positioned in the far left corner of the darkest part of the room, the black leather chair behind it facing the wall.
On top of the desk was a small golden lantern; next to it, there was a tower of parchnts, not papers but curled yellow parchnts. This indicated that the office, or the NPC who had used this office, had an abundance of coins.
This surprised Xinya, for he thought that the NPC who lived here was a simple farr, but he had an inkling that he was wrong. And the more he looked around, the more prominent that feeling beca.
There was a big piece of processed animal skin that hung on the wall next to the writing desk. Similar to a bulletin board, the animal skin had a bunch of parchnts stuck to it.
At the distance where Xinya stood, the writing was intelligible, since the letters were quite small. Although curious as to what was written on them, he wanted to take in everything first.
Continuing to look around, he saw that on the ceiling that there were little pumps that could circulate the air inside and warm the office during winter. In the middle of the office, a sofa was filled with small handmade pillows and laid on top of a soft rug.
In front of it was a small round coffee table that only reached up to lting Snow's knees. And the walls were filled with shelves, which made sense since there were no windows underground.
There were 5 shelves filled with books and docunts, one shelf was filled with ceramic glasses and so kind expensive liquor. The only reason why he knew that it was expensive liquor and not the cheap kind was because of that vile stepmother of his.
Xinya could still rember her whining to his father about how their friends served them so cheap rum, and she could only drink the clearest of liquors. Shaking his head in rembrance, he looked over at the other shelf.
This shelf held more books, but what caught his eye was an antique silver jewelry box with a jeweled lock sitting in the middle. He was quite interested in what could be inside of it.
Deciding to find out, Xinya walked over to the shelf, as he did so, lting Snow, who was also checking out the room, let out a sigh of disappointnt.
'I guess Drifting Cloud was right. There's nothing exciting down here,' lting Snow sighed, his expectations crushed. But then he thought about it. 'Although there is nothing mysterious down here, maybe there is learning material.'
lting Snow still wanted to learn to farm, and he believed that one of these books would give him so insight into where to start. So with that thought in mind, he went over to one of the book-filled shelves on the opposite side of Xinya and began to read the book titles.
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