Chapter 219: Angoras Worries (1/2)

Tunaya, the Silver Eagle Castle.

“Are you leaving?” Horan the Silver Eagle Duke was asking Angora, who in turn was tidying himself to leave.

“Yes. I did say that I’m staying until the end of the seeding festival. I didn’t think that I would be staying this long.” Angora nodded and answered forthrightly.

As a matter of fact, Angora had wanted to leave Tunaya early on, but since he had become closer to his father, Horan had kept insisting that he stay longer since he was his only surviving son.

Having taken the old man’s feelings into consideration, he stayed for a dozen more days.

Luckily, Angora could stay in touch with Vela, keeping tabs with what was happening in the Unnamed Town as well as relay instructions on administration matters with the godlike tool that was the Player Forums.

That being said, many instructions on administration matters can’t be relayed in detail in public. After all, the God of Games did not seem to consider private chat when developing the forums. Therefore, as many problems started to pile up recently, Angora couldn’t wait to leave and return to the Unnamed Town.

“Can’t you stay a bit longer?” Be that as it may, Horan was still an old man unwilling to part with his son and stay in his home where the kids were missing from. “I ready Kinley’s letter—isn’t it easy for you to return to your fief? It’s just a ‘whoosh’ with that rock thing!”

‘Damn it, Kinley. You and your big mouth.’

Angora couldn’t help retorting inwardly.

“Father, I’m not a child—there are many things waiting for me to handle back at the fief,” Angora answered truthfully.

“Well, could you bring me a present next time you come?” The old man hesitated before asking.

“My father the duke asking me for a present? That’s rare.” Angora was rather surprised.

After all, the rank of duke stood at the top of noble hierarchy, right beneath the royal family. The wealth Angora accumulated with much effort might not even be a fraction of his father’s wealth in comparison.

“You can’t?” The old man said, looking a little lonely.

“Uh, of course. What do you want? If it’s some special local product we have…” Angora said, and started to think about what ‘special local products’ the unknown town could provide:

① Players with every kind of crazy

② Seafood that the Aquatic Angels could summon (you would be eaten instead if can’t defeat them)

③ Beasts caught and tamed by the Players, before their body mutated abnormally

④ Extremely dangerous mane-eating flower that swallows an adult man whole (Only for viewing)

It felt like every single one of them wasn’t something you give to others.

In fact, it would be more correct to say that the Unnamed Town had somehow become a forbidden demonic land right under his nose…

“Uh, now that I think of it, there aren’t any special local products…” Angora said with a troubled look.

“Relax, your daddy wouldn’t want anything like that. But you definitely can make it!” The old man spoke with a serious face. “I’m just hoping you could bring me a grandson next time you come!”