4 Red Mountain Town (1/2)

Following the old man, Roland walked out of the temple. The sun was not so dazzling in the morning, but he subconsciously closed his eyes when he was faced with it.

A few moments later, Roland grew accustomed to the luminescence and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the pure and clean sky, which was not half as polluted as in modern society.

Below the blue sky was a glistening lake on which there were several black leaf-like spots. Upon closer look, Roland discovered that they were tiny boats.

Many buildings of different heights and colors were around the lake. Among the buildings were lines of villagers, marching along like ants.

A huge bridge connected the two ends of the lake and divided it into two parts.

Roland breathed the fresh air and listened to the whistle of the wind on the mountaintop, feeling tranquilized. After a long time, he said to the old man, ”This is Red Mountain Town? I think it should be called Lake Town.”

Falken's eyebrows lowered, as if he were not in a good mood. ”It's not a good name… Mr. Roland, what's your plan?”

Not a good name? Because it does not sound good, or for other reasons? Roland was curious, but noticing that Falken was not happy, he did not pursue further. Roland was truly impressed by the producer of this game who had made both the scenes and the NPCs so vivid.

More importantly, the game accurately reproduced human senses, except for the sense of pain that was reduced to one-tenth as a protective measure. After all, if the pain of being hurt or killed was perfectly simulated, only masochistic players could have endured it.

Roland considered the question for a while and then said uncertainly, ”Travel and play, probably.”

Falken looked at Roland in surprise, his narrowed eyes slightly widened. ”Simple as that? Shouldn't you have lofty ideals such as saving the world, defeating demons, or slaying a dragon?”

Roland smiled at Falken's surprise and amusement. He said slowly, ”I'm just an ordinary person. I don't know how you view the Golden Sons… That's what you call us, right? But most of us have come to this world for fun. Maybe our dreams will change later, but that is our purpose for now…”

Roland meant it. At first, he thought that he was to be given a quest. However, he found it impossible to regard Falken, who felt so real, as a pure NPC.

Roland was not an idiot. Talking to an NPC and talking to a real person were different. However, though Falken was obviously an NPC, Roland had the feeling that he was talking to a real person.

He didn't have to be serious in a conversation with such a gentle old man, but he should be at least sincere.

Falken looked at Roland, feeling strange. He had never seen a human being like Roland before, who had an undying body but whose biggest dream was to go sightseeing for fun.

The Golden Son before him, however, only wanted to have fun? Nobody else would've believed it, because it didn't make sense, but Falken did. He had seen a lot of people who were highly aggressive, but the person before him was as innocent as a baby.

”The dimension you're from must be free of war and carnage.” Falken looked at the young man and sighed. ”Isn't it marvelous?”