Chapter 220 (1/2)

Raven 12345 had emphasized “You’re in charge” twice. It probably meant something or implied some sort of test or the adorably psychotic goddess was assigning him some heavy responsibility; no matter what, he had to accept it.

Despite the stress, Hao Ren was looking forward to it. Knowing that Raven 12345 was his fallback, he felt this time, it was a relatively safe opportunity to broaden his horizons.

Waiting for Hao Ren to finish studying the MDT, Hilda spoke quietly to him, “Can you send me back?”

“No problem.” Patting his chest with confidence. After reading the idiot’s Guide To Traversal Problems, he felt things were not as complicated as he had thought. “We’ll perform a check once we’re back. As mentioned in the guide, we’ll be able to determine your place of origin in two or at most three days. Then I’ll send you back to your planet myself.”

Hilda wanted to say something when Hao Ren mentioned the word ‘planet’ but, she choked and just nodded her head. Hao Ren looked up at Raven 12345 and said, “That’s all for today, I’m leaving.”

Raven 12345 held her bowl up, gulping down the noodle soup. “Please go…”

Hao Ren stared at her gross demeanor, reminding her before leaving, “The noodle’s too salty…”

It was the first Holy Communion Hao Ren ever had—in all senses, a true holy communion, prepared by the goddess herself in the heaven’s communication room. To say it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that every king and pope had been craving for, was no overstatement but, Hao Ren would rather go home and drink dough drop soup with Vivian: the holy communion just consisted of plain noodle soup with some vegetables in it plus, it had way too much salt. Raven 12345’s cooking skills could not even compare to that of Lily’s.

Hao Ren came out from the broken ‘heaven’ with Hilda. Instead of going home, he wanted to go to the town to buy Hilda some cloths and Lily, some snacks. Hilda blushed. “I’m fine with my dress. Don’t spend unnecessarily—”

“You’re welcome. After all, it’s claimable,” said Hao Ren as he looked at her: the queen was still draped in her white clothing—which was kind of a hybrid between a windcoat and a dress, a fine piece of clothing. However, it was reduced to shreds after days of action in The Plane of Dreams. The dress was not suitable for trekking so, Hilda had to cut off the bottom part of the dress, which had a lot of lace. It was stained and tattered. It was not appropriate for such a beautiful elf to run around in ragged clothing. While Becky was about Nangong Wuyue’s size, Hilda was even taller than Hao Ren—she had no choice but to get new clothes.

Before they reached the town, Hao Ren reminded Hilda to pull her hood up; her elf ears would attract too much attention. But then again, her looks and height were good enough to make heads turn. Pulling her dress tighter inadvertently, she said, “Do I look weird here?”

Hao Ren did not expect the streets to be so packed. He hoped Hilda’s ears would remain hidden while he was looked for a quiet place. “You should be fine as long as you act normal. After all, people are wearing all kinds of weird attires nowadays.”

“Okay,” Hilda replied as she observed everything that went on in a world so strange to her. She followed Hao Ren closely behind as they navigated past several junctions filled with people. Soon, they found that there were less and less curious stares like people were no longer interested in Hilda’s weird appearance. Hao Ren was perplexed. As he looked up, he found himself standing in a cultural square; a group of youths draped in leather armour, wooden armour and mail were wielding swords, blades, staffs and meteorhammers; two men clad in black hoodies were distributing flyers and a girl was in the same attire as Hilda not far away—however, the girl looked tidier.

Hilda was astounded, observing the chaos. She could think of nothing as she said, “Are we back to The Plane of Dreams again?”

Smacking his forehead, Hao Ren realized what was going on. “Ahh… it’s a cartoon and animation festival. There’s a cosplay exhibition here!”

“C….what?” Hilda was tongue-tied.