Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Chapter 5 Nasir Town (1/2)

Chapter 6: Chapter 5 Nasir Town

No sooner had the sky cleared than Irene awoke from her sleep, first checking on her baby brother Chris, who was breathing steadily in his swaddling clothes and appeared very healthy.

“Phew.”

Having let out a sigh of relief, Irene then got up apprehensively and quickly knelt before the transparent bottle placed on the table.

“Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for the power you have bestowed upon me.”

Green light began to emerge in her eyes, filled with genuine gratitude and excitement—extraordinary power, that which only existed in legends!

For some reason, Irene felt as though she had gained a dignity and confidence deep within her that never existed before.

Karl did not respond, as telepathic communication also consumed a faint amount of spirituality, and it was better to speak as little as possible unless necessary.

Moreover, he fundamentally understood human thoughts—no matter how great an entity, getting closer to the mundane would result in a loss of mystique and a significant decrease in reverence.

Since he had decided to be the Fischer family’s hidden mastermind, rather than a friendly grandfatherly companion, it was best to maintain sufficient mystery and coldness.

His role was that of a “chess player”, and in the story, the so-called grandfatherly companion, no matter how important, was in actuality just a treasure belonging to the protagonist, lacking any independence of its own.

Irene received no response and was momentarily perplexed, but the brand on the back of her hand reminded her that the Lord of the Lost definitely existed.

Suddenly, the girl understood!

He might just be silently observing her, and she hadn’t fulfilled his requirements or found the Mysterious rare artifact, which is why the great Lord of the Lost didn’t deign to reply to her!

“Phew.”

Irene stepped outside, took a deep breath, and felt as though she had experienced an unimaginably tumultuous night.

In the sky, two suns, one golden and one white, complemented each other, “Blazing Sun” and “Radiant Sun”, continuously radiating gentle light; the third sun would only appear on very rare occasions.

The bodies with their ghastly deaths still remained.

The girl shivered subconsciously, with the experiences of the previous night resurfacing in her mind, making every memory seem extremely real.

She had seen dead people, she had seen animals killed, but she had never seen living people slaughtered, dying like animals being butchered.

The bodies could not be left outside for anyone to find, and, struggling against fear and disgust, Irene managed to drag the many corpses into the wooden hut.

The sleeping infant, surrounded by corpses, still slumbered sweetly, his complexion healthy and rosy.

“We’re out of sheep’s milk at home, I need to go to town to exchange for some sheep’s milk and food.”

Irene thought she would need to borrow another shovel as well, to take advantage of the rain-softened soil to bury those bodies.

“That’s right.”

Irene almost forgot something. Frowning with hesitation, she still squatted down and started to search the bodies.

To her surprise, she found thirty-five copper nals on the intact body of the evil cultist, enough for her and her brother to live on for half a month!

The most regrettable thing was that on the charred corpse, there were only a few silver coins left that had melted and resolidified, and were temporarily unusable.

Irene’s mentality gradually changed unconsciously. She rose silently from the wooden hut and with heavy steps, headed toward Nasir City.

Her hands, washed by the river water, still carried the scent of the corpse; she could never be carefree again.

In the bottle, Karl gathered his consciousness and slowly attempted to transfer it into the crimson brand on the back of Irene’s hand.

He quickly found out that just as he had thought, he could observe the outside world from Irene’s perspective through the connection of the favored clan’s crimson brand.

It was a quite magical sensation, like watching some bizarre VR performance. Karl could not control where he would look next at all; his view just followed Irene’s perspective, moving constantly.

Moreover, after leaving the bottle, he could not enter a god-like perspective; his view could only be limited to the host.

A thin mist spread between the streets, layering the entire town in a hazed veil.

The sky cleared, and the townsfolk emerged from their homes. In the market, the vendors had set up their stalls early to sell food, tools, handicrafts, and livestock. The people bustled back and forth as vendors loudly hawked their goods, drawing the attention of the passersby to their merchandise.

Irene calmly approached a stall in the market and first bought a bucket of sheep’s milk for three copper nals.

“Eh, copper nals?”

The sheep’s milk seller was quite surprised. That girl usually traded with fruits and things from her home, yet this time she actually paid with real copper nals.

“Thank you for your help in the past. I will come back to return the bucket tomorrow morning.”

It seemed as though Irene’s inner self had grown up a lot overnight. Last night’s upheaval, the demands of the gods, the extraordinary power within her body—there were too many things waiting to be slowly digested over time.

She carried the bucket of sheep’s milk through the crowd and quickly found a smithy in Nasir City.

Sparks flew, the clang of hammers and the smell of metal instantly engulfed the girl. The workers were busily collaborating in a tacit understanding. Red flames burst from the furnace at the center, with various sizes of iron blocks and metal materials stacked beside it.

The shopkeeper was an incredibly burly old blacksmith, with a full head of white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and sharp eyes.

Putting down the bucket of sheep’s milk at the entrance of the shop, Irene showed a maturity and composure uncommon for her age and spoke calmly,

“Shopkeeper, I need to borrow a shovel.”

The old blacksmith stared at her in silence for a long while before saying deeply,

“You’re Irene, aren’t you? I know your parents; they once brought me fish they couldn’t sell… Hmm, I can lend you the shovel; just return it to me when you’re done with it.”

The old blacksmith paused and then added, “You can call me Ramon; if you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me.”

Irene’s eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately expressed her sincere gratitude, “Thank you so much, Mr. Ramon. I will remember your kindness.”

Although she had just come into some money from an unclear source, poverty and hunger had already deeply marked her childhood. If possible, she still preferred not to spend money.

But she hesitated for a moment and then said, “I will still bring you some fruits tomorrow. I can’t let you be taken advantage of for nothing.”