novelraw Chapter 63 – News from Morninglight Town
Chapter 63 – News from Morninglight Town
The Round-faced Fat Hen followed the pedestrians on the street into the city.
The guards didn't trouble her. Upon hearing she was from Morninglight Town, they simply asked her reason for coming to Winterfell City and then let her pass.
The Round-faced Fat Hen was here for sightseeing, but she also wanted to meet the Eaglehold Lord because something was happening in Morninglight Town that she couldn't quite figure out.
The clean and wide streets, bustling crowds, vendors pushing carts back and forth, and Gothic-style houses lined up one after another—even the small tile-roofed houses were adorned with flowers and green grass.
As she traveled through many towns, she found that the closer she got to Winterfell City, the more magnificent and tidy the cities became, and the brighter the smiles on the faces of the pedestrians.
All of this silently testified to one fact—the lord of Eaglehold was an exceptionally excellent and benevolent leader.
As she walked and observed, she suddenly noticed a long queue outside a shop, which piqued her curiosity.
What kind of goods could be so good to attract so many people, and even have dedicated guards maintaining order?
Driven by curiosity, she couldn't help but tap a middle-aged man's shoulder.
The man, standing obediently in line with his child, felt a tap on his shoulder and instinctively turned around, only to find no one there.
"Hello..."
At this moment, the Round-faced Fat Hen deeply regretted not adjusting her height when entering the game.
The man heard the voice and finally noticed the Round-faced Fat Hen, who was tiptoeing and craning her neck, and asked in confusion:
"Miss, is there something you need?"
"Ah, well, I'm just curious, what does this shop sell to have such good business?"
"This shop is a clinic, not a store."
The man grinned and added cheerfully:
"Let me tell you, the healer in this clinic is amazing. Although she's a young Demi-human girl, she's more skilled than those arrogant priests."
"Most importantly, she's incredibly beautiful and kind-hearted, only charging us farmers a single copper coin."
The Round-faced Fat Hen widened her eyes in disbelief and asked:
"Are you sure she's a Demi-human?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be sure? If you don't believe me, go to the front of the line and see for yourself. But I warn you, don't cut in line. A lady who tried that before was escorted to the back by the city guards."
Seeing the man's certainty, the Round-faced Fat Hen suppressed her doubts and walked towards the shop entrance.
On her way from Morninglight Town to Winterfell City, she had encountered many Demi-humans.
But their living conditions were far from ideal. This was the first time she had heard of a Demi-human running a shop, and a beautiful young girl at that.
When she reached the shop entrance, she saw that the one treating the injured inside was indeed a charming Demi-human girl.
Her beauty came from a natural and graceful aura, almost rivaling the players' favorite Saintess Roye.
The Demi-human girl in the shop was conversing warmly with an elderly man, her entire being as warm as the first ray of spring sunshine.
And she looked somewhat familiar.
The Round-faced Fat Hen stared at the girl's face, searching her memory.
Suddenly, she remembered—wasn't this the same Demi-human girl who was once cornered and beaten by a group of kids in an alley?
How had she changed so much? Not only had she learned magical skills, but she had also shed her former timidity and immaturity, becoming so...
The Round-faced Fat Hen couldn't find the right words for a moment.
But she knew that someone who was truly happy would naturally radiate a dazzling glow.
Indeed, in the eyes of the Round-faced Fat Hen, this Demi-human girl sitting in the clinic seemed very happy.
But why was she so happy? Could it be because of the Eaglehold Lord?
The Round-faced Fat Hen was filled with questions, each contradicting the other, each seeming both right and wrong.
Hesitation and confusion surrounded her.
She decided to meet the Eaglehold Lord right away; perhaps everything would become clear.
...
Meeting the Eaglehold Lord wasn't easy, but once the Round-faced Fat Hen mentioned her name, it became much simpler.
Sylvie remembered this player well; they had met once in Morninglight Town, and he often read this scenery enthusiast's posts in the previous game life.
He didn't expect she had already reached level 20, which meant other players were probably around the same level, with top players likely around level 25.
"So, what brings you all the way from Morninglight Town to Winterfell City?"
Sylvie looked at the Round-faced Fat Hen in confusion, genuinely impressed that she had found her way from the edge of Eaglehold to the center of Winterfell City without a map.
Other players would have died a hundred times on the way and might have even written a guide on "A Hundred Ways to Die on the Way to Winterfell City."
"Can I ask you a few questions first?"
The Round-faced Fat Hen looked at the imposing man before her with some trepidation, not immediately answering his question.
"Go ahead."
"Is the Demi-human girl in the outer city clinic the same one from the alley that day?"
"Yes."
Sylvie nodded, not sure why the Round-faced Fat Hen was asking this.
"But... how did she change so much?"
The Round-faced Fat Hen scratched her head in frustration, finally finding a suitable way to describe it:
"She's changed, like a Cinderella turning into a princess."
"Because I like her."
Sylvie said with a matter-of-fact expression.
The Round-faced Fat Hen was stunned. What kind of logic was this from the Eaglehold Lord? Could being liked by him make someone more beautiful? Could it instantly raise someone to level forty-something and master advanced healing spells?
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The Round-faced Fat Hen wanted to say, "Please, Eaglehold Lord, like me too."
Of course, she only dared to think this in her heart. If she really said it, she would probably be thrown off the castle balcony by this cold man.
She calmed her emotions and finally asked the most important question:
"Do you harbor any hostility towards the Saintess or the Demi-humans?"
"The Saintess? Demi-humans?"
Sylvie was slightly taken aback, tapping his fingers on the table as he pondered.
He certainly had no hostility towards Demi-humans, nor towards the Demi-human Saintess, especially since they had kissed... But due to Ye Hao and the subsequent plot, he and the Demi-humans were bound to be in opposition.
How should he answer this question?
The atmosphere in the conference room gradually became somewhat oppressive.
Seeing Sylvie's silence, the Round-faced Fat Hen thought for a long time and finally couldn't hold back, biting her lip and loudly questioning:
"Eaglehold Lord, you haven't harmed the Demi-human Saintess, have you?"
"Ever since you spent time alone with the Saintess, she fell ill the next day and is growing weaker. All the players are pointing fingers at you."
"At first, I thought the same,"
The Round-faced Fat Hen lowered her head, her expression showing struggle and confusion.
"But, from what I've seen and heard along the way, and after seeing that Demi-human girl who now looks like a princess... I..."
"I'm very confused."
"I really want to know if the Saintess incident has anything to do with you?"