Fabby was inside the room, looking bored. She pressed her hands against her belly, out of hunger. She wanted to buy something, but then having already spent so much for clothes, she simply didn’t have the luxury to eat multiple times a day.
“Living in the woods is in a way better than living here. Though it had its dangers and nuisances, at least I didn’t starve there.
“But then again..” she clutched the blanket, “here you have comfort.”
A moment of silence passed.
“The summer will end next month. There are still six weeks to go for the sect entrance exams… I hope we’ll be able to get into some sect safely.” She pulled the sock down and looked at the symbol on her ankle. It was a silver-colored nail in a circle. Every slave trading company had their own symbols, so if someone were to see her tattoo, they would sooner or later know which company to call. “Living outside has many risks. But sects would offer more privacy, and in our case, safety. Once we get in there and build connections, we can then find a way to get rid of this damned thing. But for now… all we can do is do our best to get into an average sect at the least.”
She took a breath to ease her tense feelings.
The door opened, and Edgar came in. She immediately got off the bed upon seeing the samosa in one of his hands, and the jasmine flowers in the other hand. However, as she excitedly ran over to grab those, her eyes fell upon his shirt. And she almost fell forward from how fast she stopped.
“What happened to your dress!” she raised her voice right away, oozing killing intent right away. “I thought you went to get a haircut, but you came back getting your shirt cut!”
“S-Some shopkeeper said that this is the latest style sister, so...” Edgar tried to explain.
“Latest? One of your nipples is popping out, you idiot!” she pinched his nose hard. “Go and buy a new shirt right now!”
Edgar stumbled back, and at that moment, she plucked the food and flowers from his hands and walked toward the bed.
“Fabs, what about the kisses?” he asked. After all, every time he gave her flowers when he was a kid, she always planted a kiss on his cheek. The more flowers he got, the more kisses.
“Kisses?” she turned her head mechanically and glared at him. “You think you’re still a child or what?” she swiveled around and stomped once.
By then Edgar was already running out of the room.
After he was gone, she just smiled within herself. As the fragrance of the flowers infiltrated her nose, she enjoyed the samosa with salted, deseeded green chillies. After the rain, the faint scent of the jasmines and the fiery taste of samosa with chillies were the best. They were as much worth as watching the rainbow if not more. “I’m sure I had the money, so where did he get the money to buy these?” although she wondered, she didn’t really bother to think long about it.
Meanwhile, Edgar was out in the streets, pouting. Fabby had never kissed him since the day he fell into the valley. So he felt at a loss.
“She changed in those few months I wasn't with her. No matter how many times I ask, she doesn’t want to talk about those days.
“I told her everything that happened in the valley, so why doesn’t she tell me about her life?”
After pouting for some more time, he came across two children, a younger brother and an elder sister, running on the street cheerily, holding hands. He felt so jealous that he turned his head away. “Hmph!”
After taking a few steps, he kicked the stone that was in his way. The stone flew over the wall and fell on someone’s head.
“Ah! My head! My head! Which bastard child threw this!”
Hearing the old housewife’s exaggerated cries, Edgar made a quick escape. By the time she came with a stick, even the nearby children ran away, leaving the street empty.
A few minutes later.
In Challenge Street, where people of all ages could challenge each other in the available contests, there were an unusually high number of people today because of the arrival of Lulu Zha, the only son of the Zha family’s head after finishing his two-year training in the capital.
And he was participating in all the contests available in the Challenge Street. From arm wrestling to wood cutting and stone breaking, there were dozens of different contests available.
Currently, Lulu was in the arm-wrestling contest.
There was no entrance fee, but anybody who won against three people consecutively would earn ten bronze coins. If they won three more, which meant six straight wins, then the reward would be doubled. From there on, for every three straight wins, the reward was doubled. However, if one lost in between, then they would get no reward. So to get the reward, they could only pull back in turns of three rounds.
Lulu was now on a streak. He had defeated nine people, which meant that forty bronze coins were in his pockets. However, he chose to continue. Today, he was thinking of setting a record for the clan, which was ninety wins, set by his own grandfather, when there were only ninety one people living in the clan. Now, there were as many as three hundred people. Though there were some characters he couldn’t defeat, he still could definitely cross the ninety mark, or so he thought.
Twenty more people tried their luck against Lulu, only to suffer the same fate as his previous opponents.
One more win, and he’d have thirty wins under his belt and beat his old record of twenty nine.
“I’m going to wrestle with Young Master Lulu!”
“No. I’m going to take the honor!”
“But your hands are dirty. Let me do it!”
As people were arguing with one another, Edgar arrived at the spot, his hands placed in his pockets. “Wow, so much crowd. It looks like I have to wait for my chance.”
His arrival alerted one of the guys who was on the lookout. That fellow immediately went and alerted the event manager, who was a big fat buy with his belly button showing out.
The manager looked at Edgar and sniggered before leaning toward Lulu with some effort and whispering in his ears.
“Ho… Twelve wins, you say…” Lulu’s eyes fell upon Edgar, whose rough and messy hair gave a wild impression. “He looks like a rogue. Well, anyone who reaches double digits is worth wrestling. He’d be a perfect pushover for me to break my past record.”
“Hehe,” the manager grinned and said, “then I’ll bring him over.”
The event manager sent his underling over to Edgar. The underling was a physically disabled guy, with a knee bent badly, so his walk was off, yet he unhesitatingly showed off as he came to Edgar, with a hand always placed on his healthy knee. “If you want to wrestle without waiting in the line, then follow me.” Saying that he turned and walked away. Seeing this man, Edgar felt a sting in his leg, and he remembered his own past when he was a cripple. Though he didn’t walk as crazily as this fellow did, he still was incapable of walking as fast because it hurt a lot. Pressing his lips a little, he followed the underling and reached the small ring. Inside of it was a wooden pillar, with a red-haired fellow sitting on the other side. He looked like he was in his late teens. About three weeks later.With over 43 square kilometers in area, Orseya town wasn’t small by any means, yet about just twenty thousand people lived there. So, it was only natural that some streets would be empty intermittently, even during the daytime.Fabby had bought a wig as she believed it’d help in getting the recommendation.Having also bought sandals in the morning, Edgar and Fabby were taking them for a tour. Though Fabby asked for a test-walk, the shop owner didn’t agree, so she could only buy them. In the past three weeks, she never stepped out of the room, so she didn’t find the need to buy footwear, but now, she had to. The roads were hot, and unlike her brother, she could only walk on bare feet for so long.They were testing which sanWHIT 33 - BENEVOLENT ROYS
Edgar and Fabby waited without worry. They had nothing better to do after all. Moreover, if they could get a free pair of clothes, why would they leave? Never. Not even in their dreams would they do such a thing. However, what troubled Edgar was that Bravo had been eating sweets and hot items while he and his sister were waiting. Edgar couldn’t help but shamelessly drool. “Control yourself,” Fabby nudged him, “and stop looking at him like that.” “I am controlling myself,” Edgar replied and then whispered to her. “Why don’t you try asking him for a sweet or two? He’ll give it to you if you ask.” “And why would he give only me? Why can’t you ask him?” “I teased him, remember?” Edgar nudged her with his shoulder.
At around seven in the morning.Edgar and Fabby were in deep sleep, but Fabby kept rolling to her left and right and kneed him a few times, forcing him to eventually wake up. He wasn’t disturbed by it because it was a pretty common thing. Most times, it was her kicking that woke him up, though not always at the right time.But luckily, today it seemed like the time was right. When he opened the wooden windows, warm light came in at an angle.He sat at one end of the body and basked in the sunlight, but then his eyes closed, and his upper body kept moving back and forth. Eventually, he fell forward and ended up banging his head to the floor. “Ah!” he put his hand on his head and rubbed the bruised spot. All his drowsiness had vanished in an instant. “Tch, I didn’t think I would fall asle
As the dog came closer, Edgar smashed the dog with the can.The entire hall fell silent instantly, and nobody laughed anymore.The dog squealed and ran outside, and the rooster followed its trail.“Stupid things,” Edgar said, but the people couldn’t tell whether he was scolding the animals or them.“How dare you hurt my dog!” the innkeeper barked from his table.“That’s your dog?” Edgar was startled. “Then what about the fowl?”“That’s mine, too!” he barked.“Oh, then teach them some manners, alright?” Edgar said. “If I had hit the dog harde
Almost every important person in Orseya was visiting the southern side of the Zha Clan’ residential complex where Red Night was being hosted. About four hundred people attended until now, and only those with the invitation card were allowed inside. As far as Orseya was concerned, this was an epic event. The full moon night made it extra special. It was drizzling a bit, but people weren’t worried because rains in summer wouldn’t stay for long. There were plenty of folks envying those who got cards because one could eat and drink as much as they wanted on that night. Whatever the outward reason stated for hosting Red Night, its main aim was to boost the Zha clan's businesses by attracting outsiders through their connections. Parties were historically used for explosive
The Four Masters of the Zha Clan, also widely known outside as Zha’s Four Dragons, were the most notable figures of the town, even more than the baronet himself. All four of them were red-haired people, for they were blood brothers and quadruplets. The youngest was Dubril Zha, the one with a long beard. The third eldest was Corio Zha with a long mustache. The second eldest was Bushin Zha with long eyebrows. The first eldest was Ashang Zha with a long beard, mustache, and eyebrows. They wore different colored clothes that represented the sects they were part of.Only when these four took the stage and gestured, everyone sat down.“We heard that there’s full attendance this time,” Ashang said, wearing a light smile on his face as he briefly glanced at the table Jorga alone was seated at. “And thank you all for sparing your valuable t
“He said he was a herbalist, wasn’t he?” Edgar’s eating pace had significantly decreased compared to a few minutes ago. “To think he was planning some crazy stuff… What do you think?” “Well, he never really talked much,” Fabby looked a bit unsure. “So what’s there to think? We can only feel glad that he didn’t pull anything nasty with us.” “Mm… you’re right.” Fabby looked toward Vino who was now writhing in pain next to the stage. Like a cockroach struggling on its back, he looked totally vulnerable, enough to raise pity in other’s hearts. (What was that beast-burdening thing they talked about? That man, Vino, was carrying a gel, and we asked him, hoping it’s good at repelling mosquitoes, but he told us that it was something he needed to eat to cure his health problem. S