Chapter 3：First Tutorial Quest (2) (2/2)
”Oh, please. They tried to rob me. What was I supposed to do? Roll over and let them do whatever they want!?”
Qing Gui clicked his tongue, ”You have no right to disobey our orders! When they told you to give them your clothes, you must comply!”
”Soooo, by your logic, if they order me to die, am I supposed to die?”
”Exactly!”
Miaomiao rolled his eyes and sighed. These people were as overbearing as he had thought they would. In fact, their lines were similar to the common villains in many novels he had read.
He wanted to continue fighting, but risking his life against a boss character like Qing Gui would be suicidal at his current strength. Moreover, there were other soldiers, waiting to slice him in half at any moment.
'If I remember correctly, I've chosen to be a mob character in that questionnaire. If I'm really a mob character, I can easily get killed right now to serve as a catalyst to make readers hate them. Then, a protagonist would show up and kill these mofos later in the story…'
Miaomiao predicted his fate by using the novel experience as a reference. He was aware that he was not the main character with infinite plot armors and instant cheat skills. Therefore, pushing the fight any further wasn't an option anymore. Miaomiao had to use another means to survive.
”SOMEBODY HELP!! THESE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!!”
Without shame or dignity, Miaomiao screamed for help. Since there were thousands of people on the wide road, he thought that someone with status would show up to gain some fame and credits. After all, face value and reputation were worth more than gold in cultivation novel worlds.
'Come on. Is there any MC around here? This is your golden opportunity to save a damsel in distress like me and make your character likable to readers! No homo, though.'
”…” Qing Gui stared at Miaomiao with a deep frown. Because of the commotion and Miaomiao's voice, other clans, gangs, and groups heard it. Now, they were the center of attention among all travelers. Everyone surrounded them, watching them as if they were watching a show.
Qing Gui snorted and pulled his horse reign. He withdrew and returned to the carriage that he was in charge of protecting.
Unfortunately, Qing Yong's friends didn't care about reputation. They pointed their swords, spears, and saber in Miaomiao's direction, but the encirclement formation was no more.
”Surrender, brat!”
They yelled and were about to charge at Miaomiao.
As if the god answered Miaomiao's prayer, a young man's voice from the crowd was audible.
”STOP!! IS YOUR QING CLAN SO DESPERATE THAT YOU ROB A BYSTANDING INNOCENT FOR CLOTHES!?”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned toward the source of the voice.
A young man in white robes with a goose face emblem on his back walked out from the crowd. He tossed a sword along with its sheath to Mao Miaomiao.
”Fighting against an unarmed man with weapons is unsightly! If you want to kill each other, do it fairly! Now, fellow daoist, you have a weapon. You can go ahead and use it.”
Miaomiao grabbed the thrown weapon and stared at the white robe man in confusion.
”Aren't you going to help me?”
The white robe youth shook his head, ”No, no, no. You've misunderstood me. I'm just a spectator that doesn't like unfairness. Go on, keep fighting. I've bet 100 spirit stones on the Qing clansmen, but the betting will be voided if you fight without a weapon.”
A bag of popcorn and a foldable aluminum chair manifested from a jewel ring on the white robe man. He placed a chair down and sat on it, eating the popcorn as if he was watching a good show.
Several lines of blood vessel bulked under Miaomiao's facial skin. He was offended by the trolling attitude of this young man.
In anger, Miaomiao unsheathed the sword, planning to rush to the youth and chop him.
But when he noticed the jewel decoration on the sheath and the material of the sword, he paused.
It was a jade blunt sword with a stylish hilt. The sheath also had several amber and diamond stones embedded in it.
In other words, this sword was not meant to be used in a battle. It was a decoration weapon in Mao Miaomiao's eyes.
'MotherfOOker! This isn't usable!'
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'Hmm?'
Miaomiao forgot that the system was still there with him.
'Can you appraise it, my dear system?'
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'…'
Miaomiao had a wry smile on his face. He gazed at his enemy soldiers, who were hesitating if they should attack Miaomiao while the travelers nearby were watching them with great attention. Several men even started betting houses to make money.
None of them dared to act. They didn't like being in a show.
Using this golden opportunity, Miaomiao turned around and kicked the ground, running away from everyone.
The escort soldiers widened their eyes in surprise. They chased after Miaomiao in frustration.
”Stop!” The young man in the carriage that they were protecting shouted for the first time, ”Leave him be!”
The escort soldiers looked at each other and shrugged. They carried the injured friends and ignored Miaomiao.
The crowd booed as the fun was over. Betting houses voided the bet, dejected and disappointed. They returned to their groups and continued traveling towards the Mountain Goose City.
Still, one man wasn't happy about this development. He chased after Miaomiao with a popcorn bag in his arms.
”WAIT! GIVE ME BACK MY TREASURE SWORD!!”
Miaomiao sneered, ”YOU GAVE IT TO ME, SO IT'S MINE NOW, BIATCH!!”