The Knight from the Fairytales

Chapter 82: You can get a Pokémon if you get free meals.

Beihai had never imagined that one day he too would become a user of the "face fruit." As for these warriors, Beihai truly hadn't thought about making them repay him.

On one hand, they themselves couldn't produce anything that would make Beihai look at them with new respect. On the other hand, a truly kind person does not seek repayment.

Besides, to be honest, the System had already given him their reward. Having them help was just to give them some psychological comfort.

He never expected that his casual remark would cause these warriors to mobilize their own connections. It was undeniable that the warriors gathered here came from all walks of life. There were princes, some commoners, and some clever tricksters.

Without exception, each had their own skills. Using them to find an old witch was somewhat overkill.

Once the matter was settled, that Prince's fate would not be good. This world was clearly divided: good was good, evil was evil.

Unless you were genuinely useful, most didn't even get a chance to be redeemed. For example, take the big bad wolves constantly persecuted in fairy tales. Every single one of them was quite pitiful. The most famous one ate someone, but before he could digest them, his belly was cut open.

So, this Prince's fate was predictable.

With this matter concluded, Beihai's journey continued. This world was still very mysterious. After all, some parts were medieval, while others had already stepped into industrialization.

These two vastly different styles were enough reason for Beihai to travel around and take a look, while incidentally completing some tasks.Beihai continued to inquire and listen. Hearing some interesting stories would make him happy, even feel a sense of novelty.

The biggest difference was that he no longer intervened, unless the story was a tragedy.

Otherwise, Beihai rarely meddled in others' affairs anymore. In the past, it was because he felt his strength wasn't sufficient. But now, scraps of meat like mosquito legs no longer held any allure for him.

Just like this time, arriving in a town, he heard an interesting story. This story reminded Beihai of Elsa's desire to learn magic.

Mainly, this little sprite was too naive, and very easy to care for, just like raising a pet.

The story went that there was a university student who lived in the attic on the top floor of a house. He was so poor he had nothing. In the same house lived a grocery shop owner.

The entire building was his property. A little sprite lived with them. Because every Christmas Eve, she could receive a large bowl of porridge with a big lump of butter floating in it, which the grocery shop owner could afford to give, the little sprite stayed in that shop.

Every night when darkness fell, only the university student was still diligently studying. Everyone else had gone to their rooms to rest. In the deep of night,

the little sprite would sneak into the rooms and steal the shopkeeper's wife's long tongue. After all, once she was fast asleep, she didn't need that long tongue for nagging anymore.

This tongue was magical. You only needed to place it on any object, and that object could speak, could come to life.

It would chatter incessantly about its own thoughts and feelings, just like the talkative, gossipy shopkeeper's wife. The only drawback might be that they couldn't all speak at once.

But that was normal. With only the wife's one long tongue, it couldn't make all the objects talk.

The little sprite placed this tongue on many objects: on newspapers, on wine barrels. Each time she placed it, they would start chattering away, boasting about their own greatness,

while belittling the foolish university student. Hearing these words, the little sprite naturally couldn't resist going to take a look, and once she looked, she became captivated.

Of course, she was captivated by the scene inside the room. Only when the university student turned off the light to sleep did she reluctantly withdraw her gaze. The little sprite felt some emotion. She hadn't expected it to be like this, but it didn't stop her from living with this university student.

This desire was only human nature, after all. It was a pity the university student's place had no porridge to drink!

When the little sprite came to her senses, it was fortunate she returned quickly. The wooden barrel had already worn down nearly half of the shopkeeper's wife's tongue.

After returning the tongue to the wife, she still couldn't stop thinking about the university student's dwelling, the warmth of the sunlight shining down, and so on.

It was just a pity she could only think about it, hiding this longing in her heart, retreating into the dark corner of the attic, feeling it was warm and cozy there.

When Christmas Eve arrived, the little sprite received another large bowl of porridge, with a big lump of butter floating in it. At that moment, the little sprite was convinced the grocery shop owner was her true master.

Finally, when a fire broke out in the university student's attic, the little sprite panicked. In her panic, she grabbed an old book, stuffed it into her red cap, held it tightly, and finally reached the opposite side, watching the flames burn.

The little sprite seemed to have grasped the reason for her own feelings of gain and loss, and couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, I wish I could split myself in two and live with both families.

But, for that bowl of porridge, I can't bear to leave the grocery shop owner either."

This last sentence also crushed her final flicker of hope.

This was truly human nature. After all, we too would go to the grocery shop owner, just for that bowl of porridge.

Apart from the shopkeeper's wife suffering a bit of undeserved misfortune, this fairy tale was about the little sprite wanting, on one hand, her basic sustenance, and on the other, what she truly desired, perhaps a dream, or maybe freedom.

But setting these things aside, if you could just find that little sprite, all you needed was to bring some food or gold coins, and she could change masters.

Without exaggeration, for Beihai, this little sprite was tailor-made. Very easy to trick... no, easy to persuade... no, anyway, the price to pay was very small.

So small it could be ignored. Even compared to other sprites, this one was practically delivered to his doorstep. Not taking her would be a waste. Who wouldn't covet a little thing you could get with just one meal?