Potatoes are the only thing that’s needed in this world! Chapter 2 (1/2)

Rubbing my nose that is bleeding without end after being trampled by Di Yana, I looked at the form in my hands with a face full of resignation.

How troublesome... Do I need to write this again? What is the use for this? Wasn't the demon king defeated a few years ago? Killed by a hero named something....something....Xi Ya? As matters stand now, is there even a need for me to become an adventurer? Isn't it good enough for me to be a potato farmer?

Sigh......

But I've got no choice. In order to protect myself from getting attack by that woman anymore, I can only obey the shrew's demands without any better option.

Seriously, Di Yana...isn't it good enough just being the village idol? If she didn't move, didn't speak, didn't breathe, just dug a hole in the ground and turned into a potato while staying in the hole, then she would be the world's cutest girl, right?

What an absolute waste.

If you don't want to be a potato, there's always someone in the world that is willing to.

Anyway, for my personal safety, and to prevent myself from getting attacked a second time, I returned to my house and started searching for the charcoal pencil that I conveniently threw somewhere into my house yesterday.

Strange...Why can't I find the charcoal pencil that I used yesterday in such an empty house.

Thinking that, I sweep the room with my eyes casually at the front door rather than searching for it genuinely.

My house was built randomly using some stones and wooden boards as materials for shelter. It can't really be called a house. After all, the original design came from a smaller house that I built six years ago by myself when I was thirteen.

The original small house got abandoned when I got taller, and I could not fit inside it anymore. Thus, I built this bigger house beside the original house and use the smaller house as a shed to store the potatoes and my tools.

First, you nail the wooden boards together for a rough structure, then you lay the stones as the exterior wall and finally leave two to three holes to serve as windows. And that's how I created this small house with two bedrooms and a living room situated at the borders of SaiLouSuo Village.

Continuing the search, I walked around my living room that is stagnant with a slight fishy smell lingering in the air. I checked under the table, laid on the dusty ground and swept my eyes across the living room floor.

Still no sign of the charcoal pencil... Although the dirt on my hands can now be rolled into the shape of a pencil. I tried using it to write, but it disintegrated in my hands.

After having no luck with my search, I pushed open the wooden door of my bedroom. Under the creaking sound when opening the door, I entered the room with only a bed inside.

”Ah, it's here. Lucky~” I gave a small grin and bent down to pick up the charcoal pencil that is now broken in two. Almost immediately, I escaped the room as the room's fishy smell started to have an effect on me, making it difficult to breathe.

Indeed, maybe it's time to clean up the house a bit.

Returning to the pile of potatoes outdoors, I sat at a small, umbrella covered table beside the heap of potatoes and commenced my second time filling in this form.

Let's be serious this time, otherwise, Di Yana will start to find trouble with me again.

I don't like to trouble someone else and certainly, don't like to be troubled myself. I'm what you call a celibatarian (a person who abstains from marriage and s.e.xual relations.), the proud and aloof potato farmer, I only need potatoes at my side.

I have no hard feelings against the villagers, just that I don't really like to communicate with people.

Tuk.

But there's always someone trying to disrupt my tranquility.

A sharp pain came from the back of my head and I s.h.i.+fted my gaze to the unidentified object that fell to the ground. It's a small stone.

Maintaining my posture, I put the charcoal pencil down on the table. Recalling the course of events regarding the stone that was thrown just now, I start to a.n.a.lyze the situation rapidly with my brain.

The place that was. .h.i.t is situated 1 cm above my right ear. From the appearance of the small stone, one can identify that the object is not made up entirely of stone, it is made up of smaller pieces of stone that got wrapped in dry soil together. The color of the stone is similar to the color of the soil making it difficult to identify where it had landed. Judging by today's wind direction...a strong north-eastern wind? Those without enough experience have no way to accurately aim at my head, at least a newbie cannot do so, that's why it can be deduced that the one that threw the stone should be an experienced one. In other words, combining the two elements above, plus this perfect amount of pain that is inflicted on me and the timing of the incident.

I've got a verdict.

Tuk.

A second stone landed in the same place, inflicting the same amount of pain to me.

That's right, I'm positive!

There's only a person in this village that has trained the skill of [throwing stones at me] to the point of perfection!

”Wu De Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” Instantaneously flipping the table over, I charged at the youth behind me while roaring.

The youth is almost the same height as me, with the same pretty face as her sister and reddish brown layered hair dancing with vitality in the wind. Although the youth has a delicate and pretty outer appearance , his personality is the same as his sister.

One that likes to inflict pain on other's physical body and mind.