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Chapter 107 Ominous!
Chapter 107 Ominous!
The following morning, Wilde awoke from his sleep.
Maeve was the last person on watch last night. She was standing by the still-burning campfire, with a small earthenware pot on the firewood.
The aroma of food wafted from the pot.
Seeing Wilde get up, she greeted him warmly, "Good morning, Wilde."
"morning."
Wilder walked over to her as he spoke, "What are you cooking? It smells so good!"
"I didn't eat the sour apple last night. I cut it into small pieces, added some oats, and cooked a pot of porridge."
She smiled gently, her cheeks puffing out slightly, making her look very cute.
"Sour apple oatmeal porridge."
Wilder praised, "I've never seen it eaten this way before, but it smells quite good."
"Thank you, I'm just trying to do what I can," Maeve replied.
The aroma of oatmeal porridge quickly woke up the other teammates.
Gru had been hungry all night and didn't care that the small bowls he shared were brought from the kobold cave. Not only were they unwashed, but the bottom and sides of the bowls were licked clean.
"I knew it," he grinned, "our squad just needs a woman!"
"Thank you for the compliment," Maeve replied.
"It's the first time I've ever had a hot breakfast on an adventure."
As he spoke, Cyrion filled his own bowl to the brim. "Meve, what kind of porridge is this again?"
"Sour apple oatmeal porridge".
Upon hearing this answer, Cyrion paused for a moment.
Last night before his night watch, Wilder, who was switching shifts with him, gave him an apple, saying it would help him stay alert.
The result was sour—
His teeth are still a little uncomfortable.
"Captain, why aren't you drinking?" Maeve asked.
"Oh, oh—I'll drink it now."
Cyrion picked up the earthenware bowl and tentatively poured a little into his mouth.
In fact, the acidity of the sour apples has been greatly reduced during the cooking process, so when paired with oats, the acidity is just right.
However, Cyrion's teeth were in a sensitive phase and could not tolerate any stimulation.
The moment the hot porridge entered his mouth, his teeth instantly ached.
"Um--
""
He hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to speak, "It's delicious. I'll go over there and drink it slowly."
Maeve blinked, puzzled.
The captain—
Is she shy?
He seems to be a man who isn't very good at interacting with women.
After finishing their sour apple porridge, they extinguished the campfire, shouldered their luggage, and continued the second half of their journey.
Most monsters were asleep by early morning, and the team had chosen a highly secluded path, making everything around them quiet and peaceful.
Cyrion and his team encountered too many unexpected events during this mission.
From both a moral and logical standpoint, there shouldn't be any more setbacks.
After a whole night of rest, they spent the entire day traversing the dense forest, barely stopping to rest.
at last.
Before dusk, the gates of Ironweave Town appeared before them.
"You're back."
Gru let out a howl, and the group's steps became much lighter.
As you step through the town gate, the long-lost lively atmosphere hits you.
Ale, stew, and a comfortable wooden bed.
finally come back!
But before they could completely relax, the team's first stop was the Adventurers' Guild to deliver the quest.
Push open the association's door.
Because of the enormous size of their luggage, Cyrion and his group had to pass through the association's narrow wooden doors one by one, just like in a tunnel.
Whether it was a misperception or not, Wilder felt that the association's hall was quiet for a moment the instant they entered.
"Don't let your eyes show timidity or embarrassment."
Cyrion whispered a warning to the others, "If you're mistaken for an honest person, you'll be targeted."
As is widely known, the Adventurers' Guild is the place where information about hunting monsters is posted and delivered.
But there are some people who like to take shortcuts, and they are lying in wait here to hunt adventurers.
To be precise, they specifically hunt adventurers who appear weak but manage to get a lot of money by sticking with a team.
The extent of Cyrion's team's gains is self-evident.
The six people carried six large bags of luggage, which, even if they only contained the cheapest simple-level monster hunting certificates, were still worth a lot of money.
Following Cyrion's advice, his teammates all adopted a slightly stern expression.
Cyrion and Gru were warriors by nature, the kind who always roared before a battle, easily intimidating people.
Lyle's bloodline inherently carries a sense of detachment, and his coldness is extremely chilling.
Joffrey, needless to say, was a wanderer whose past killings were hidden in his deep-set eyes.
Cyrion's biggest concern is the team's young players, Wilder and Maeve.
These two usually have an innocent, harmless look on their faces.
As he looked at them, he stumbled and was nearly startled.
Wilder's face suddenly darkened, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes were cold and violent.
"This kid's going to kill someone—"
Wilder had already begun his "performance," perfectly embodying a ruthless and unapproachable adventurer.
As for Maeve Bian —
She was pouting, puffing out her cheeks, and perhaps she was using too much force, as her cheeks were still slightly flushed.
It's like someone stole her delicious food and made her angry.
"Well----"
Wilder decided to help her and whispered to her, "Fierce!"
【instruction】
Maeve's mind went blank for a moment, as if she had remembered the most infuriating thing in her life, and she made a face as if she was about to bite someone.
Three seconds is very short, but fortunately the counter wasn't far away, and she managed to get through it.
"Cyrion, you damn well-deserved back!"
At Martha's counter, this spirited young woman unusually uttered a swear word.
But there was clearly something sparkling in the corner of her eye.
"Well—it's a long story, and we actually encountered quite a few unexpected events," Cyrion said slowly.
"Why don't you just die out there?"
Martha casually wiped her eyes, returned to her normal state, and began to scold and express her disdain for Cyrion.
Wilder smiled at the two of them, not disturbing their unique way of showing affection.
Suddenly, a bright brown color came into view.
He didn't recognize who it was at first glance, but there was a natural sense of familiarity.
Take one more look.
He saw those more familiar pale blue eyes.
"Talia?"
Wilder didn't even realize that his tone had risen considerably, "What are you doing here? Here to turn in a mission?"
The tasks that can be delivered are all outside the counter, so how did she run inside and stand next to Martha?
Could it be that...?
Did she secretly find a suitable position in the association?
"I'm not here to deliver a mission."
Talia took a few steps forward, looked up at her, and said, "Didn't you tell me not to take on any missions for now?"
"Ah—yes."
Wilder nodded. "So, you've come here?"
"Of course I came to wait for you! You idiot!"
Martha interrupted, smiling as she explained, "Talia came to me yesterday asking about you. She waited at the association all day for you to return, but you didn't come back, so she came again early this morning."
"Well----"
Wilder was stunned, and somewhat embarrassed.
Talia, however, remained calm and nodded at him: "Yes, I came to wait for you."