Chapter 205: A Day of Rest (part Five) (2/2)

“Yo, kid. You want to join us as well?”

The young elf was certainly startled and was about to flee, but he paused when he saw Marni’s grinning at him in greeting without any sort of enmity and slowly approached them instead.

“What are you people doing?” He asked curiously.

“A feast, of course! Do wood elves not have feasts?” Marni answered as if it only made sense.

The young elf became confused. “A feast? Isn’t that supposed to be a congregation where we pray to the statues of Silver Moon Goddess and the Goddess of the Forests, offering the rare herbs we gathered from the woods and share our recent dreams to divine the future?”

“That’s supposed to be a religious mass…” Marni could not help retorting. “How is that a feast?”

“Then what should a feast be like?” The young elf blinked in curiosity.

“A merry time fooling around, drinking and eating away as we vent all the tension we had, a celebration that is only limited to a single a day… such are the feasts we hold at the Church of Games!” Marni beamed, and gave the young elf a thumbs-up. “We’ll start around the evening, so come join us if you’re interested!”

The young elf didn’t say anything. Instead, he cast Marni a long look before turning to run away.

“Was it something I said?” Marni scratched his head, confused.

“Haha! You’re being barbaric, Bossman. The delicate elves would find it hard to accept your face.” Ivan, his escort captain who was helping to move buckets of rum was laughing heartily.

“Silence. You’ve never even met a human for so long that people thought that you’re a magical beast. You’re the last person I want to hear that from!” Marni shot back indignantly.

“Not a magical beast. They merely take me for a boar!”

“Isn’t that even worse?!”

“Now that you’ve mentioned nonhumans, wasn’t there one of them amongst the Players if I’ve remembered correctly? The one who was recruiting sailors…”

“Oh, Zonyan Blackhand? Indeed, why haven’t we seen him at the feast? Actually, he didn’t show up in Trinia at all.”

“That fellow never liked feasts anyway—he only likes the foot.”

“I quite liked that big steel ship of his. Who knows when the God of Games could let me something as big as that? If he did, we’ll definitely chart some sea routes.”

“You’re really passionate about commerce, Mister Marni.”

“Few things interest me, but one of it is watching my wealth increase. Come to think of it, I wonder if the wood elves have stuff that could be sold in Lancaster as souvenirs.”

The two men hence continued their chatter they headed to the square where the feast was being held, their voices fading the further they went.

And from the corner of the wall, a small head poked out jade-green pupils—flickering in the colors of curiosity just like a new sprout.