After finishing with herself, she approached her catch. Taking a sturdy string crafted from woven weeds, she carefully made a hole under each fish’s mouth and threaded the string through, securing them in place.
She grouped three fish together and tied each remaining fish individually with a string. Once finished, she headed straight back to the village. Carrying ten large fish proved challenging, and despite the difficulty, she pushed herself to walk faster, her determination evident even in her struggle, adding a touch of endearing charm to her efforts.
She walked along the road back to the village, her gait awkward as she nearly stumbled over a small stone that rolled under her heel. With a quick step forward and a slight lean, she managed to regain her balance, arms shooting upward to prevent the fish in her hand from tumbling to the ground or being crushed.
But her misfortune turned to fortune when she angrily kicked the stone that nearly caused her to stumble. To her surprise, the stone struck a plank leaning against the wire fence along the road she walked. The impact caused the plank to wobble and then fall, revealing a rainbow-colored egg hidden beneath it. Hera wouldn’t have noticed it if she hadn’t stumbled upon this unexpected chain of events and its colorful paint.
Initially, Hera suspected she might be hallucinating. She blinked repeatedly, unable to rub her eyes as she was clutching the fish tightly. Her gaze was fixed on the colorful object. The caraman, observing her, also spotted the rainbow egg and couldn’t contain his excitent.
"Oh, the Easter egg!" he exclaid with enthusiasm.
As Hera snapped out of her initial disbelief, a wide grin spread across her face, her eyes crinkling with joy. With an eager skip, she approached the fence and squatted down beside it.
"Well, well, look who’s getting lucky today!" she exclaid, her smile as radiant as a cat who had just scored a fish for a snack.
Hera wasted no ti in carefully placing her fish amidst the cluster of grass and stashing the Easter egg securely in her bag. She couldn’t shake off Athena’s warnings about groups where valuable finds were easily pilfered by others. "Huhur! I’m not that weak and naive." she thought to herself, determined to safeguard her discovery. She ticulously checked her bag, ensuring there were no holes through which the egg could slip away.
[HeraismySister: Why do I find her action cute? She’s like a squirrel who’s storing food in her stash]
[AuntieNextDoor: My little sister Hera is indeed lucky. (灬º‿º灬)♡]
[PasserbyGod: But she has only completed one item on the list though.]
[HeraismySister: @PasserbyGod, where’s the trust that you ntioned earlier?]
[PasserbyGod: Ehem! I still have my trust in my Goddess, I’m just being impatient, don’t mind .]
After tidying up, Hera made her way directly to the sheep barn with the task of acquiring freshly shorn sheep’s wool. Uncertain if there were any specific conditions for obtaining the wool, she decided to proceed and test the waters.
She pushed open the wooden gate and greeted the very first figure she saw inside. "Hello, Uncle. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but we’re tasked with gathering specific items, and freshly shorn wool is on my list. Would it be possible to obtain so from you?" She addressed him with enthusiasm.
"Little girl, you’re the third person to co here with the sa request today," the uncle chuckled. "I can give you what you need, but how about lending a hand around the sheep barn for a bit? After all, you’re not expecting to give it to you for free, are you?" He seed to relish his part in the exchange, his laughter filling the barn.
Sure enough, there’s always a catch in this events and ga. Not only did the Director gave them a specific items, he even made the villagers give them task. Hera couldn’t help but think that this event is similar to how a quest in gas works and she felt fun just going around completing this task but that also ans that she’ll take forever doing one task and it is not possible to complete everything in the list if she were to do one task to obtain each item.
Hera pouted and appeared to be deep in thought. Instead of agreeing with the uncle right away, she asked, "Uncle, how much do you usually charge for a small amount of wool?"
"Well, it depends on the quality and quantity," the uncle replied honestly, knowing it wouldn’t affect his role in the ga.
"Instead of working to complete the task you provided, do you think I could exchange my fish for a fraction of your freshly shorn wool from the sheep?" Hera raised her arm, displaying the fresh fishes dangling on a rope. "I caught them just now. How about I give you the biggest catch I have?" Hera attempted to bargain.
The uncle regarded Hera with interest, his eyes scanning over the sizable fish she held. Each one seed substantial enough to feed his entire family. Taking a mont to consider, he didn’t imdiately agree with Hera’s proposal. After all, the rules didn’t expressly forbid exchanges for items.
Hera and the uncle assud the roles of shrewd negotiators, both keen on striking a favorable deal. Hera, well-versed in the rules, had ticulously reviewed her list beforehand. There was no stipulation regarding the quantity of wool she needed, as long as it was freshly shorn. Therefore, she could secure a portion of wool in exchange for a fish without investing additional ti. She was confident that her offer was not only fair but also advantageous for both parties.
Hera recognized that re assurance might not sway the uncle. "Uncle, isn’t this deal mutually beneficial? I’m inexperienced in shearing wool and could inadvertently harm the sheep or disrupt your workflow, potentially damaging your tools. Considering I only require a small amount of wool, freshly shorn, wouldn’t it be prudent to assist ?" Hera maintained a composed deanor, balancing assertiveness with humility. "Moreover, I’m offering you my finest catch." With a confident yet asured gesture, Hera presented the impressive 2-foot-long fish she had captured earlier.
As the uncle contemplated, Hera’s words seed to sway his decision. Without a word, he disappeared into the barn, leaving both Hera and the viewers in suspense. So viewers grew nervous, fearing the worst, while others chuckled, perceiving Hera’s negotiation attempt as a clever ploy to expedite her task but miserably failed.
After a few tense monts, the uncle reappeared holding a palm-sized piece of wool. "Little girl," he said, "I’ve just shorn this myself to et the conditions on the list. Hand over my fish now." He extended his hand, offering the wool to Hera.
Hera’s eyes lit up at the sight of the wool, and she eagerly stepped forward to claim it. However, with her hands full, she struggled to grasp it. Setting down her belongings in a nearby spot, she carefully took the wool from the uncle, securing it safely in her backpack. Finally, she handed over the promised fish with a grateful smile.
As the uncle reached for the fish, Hera’s grip tightened, signaling her reluctance to part with it. Despite her smile, she remained steadfast. Sensing her determination, the uncle paused, eting her gaze in a silent standoff. It was clear Hera wasn’t willing to concede defeat easily. After a brief mont, the uncle relented, taking a step back and offering a compromise.
He thought he could take advantage of Hera since she’s the one offering the deal and is lazy on not taking the task herself, but who would have thought that she’s not ready to made soone profit over her. "Alright, How about I exchange 3 more Duck’s egg. Hmm?"
"Five duck eggs, fresh from the duck house," Hera countered firmly, her voice unwavering.
The uncle’s confusion was evident as he tilted his head, casting an incredulous glance at Hera.
Hera maintained her pleasant deanor as she reiterated her terms. "Five duck eggs, freshly collected from the duck house, and we have a deal." Her smile remained sweet, though the uncle could sense her firmness. He felt a surge of frustration, realizing Hera was now the one taking advantage of the situation to her advantage, yet her cheerful disposition made it difficult for him to get upset. After all, wasn’t it said, "No Slap in the Face to Those Who are Smiling?"
The uncle let out a sigh of defeat, reluctantly agreeing to Hera’s terms. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of resentnt toward whoever had taught the young girl such shrewd negotiation skills. anwhile, at the university, Mister Fletcher, Hera’s tutor, sitting comfortably in his recliner chair, suddenly let out two consecutive sneezes. "Who’s talking behind my back?" His nose twitched as he reached for a tissue.
The uncle snatched the fish almost instantly when Hera finally let go, fearing she might retract her offer. He then led her to the duck house where his wife at and gestured for her to give him 5 duck eggs. His wife looked at the fish he had in his hands and shook her head in defeat as she went inside the fence to gather the duck egg from the nest.
After carefully gathering the required number, she covered them with hay and arranged them in a woven basket before presenting them to Hera.
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