It was a quiet night in the wilderness.
The environment here was extremely terrifying. There were white bones and totems everywhere, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses. It was very disgusting.
But Roland wasn't scared at all.
He found some farming tools in the ogres' camp, including a few shovels. They must've been left here by the ogres after they ate the farmers.
Holding a shovel, Roland dug a deep pit and carefully carried the human bones into the pit with Hand of Magic, burying them together.
The soil covered the pit, and Roland made a cross with two wooden sticks in front of the pit.
"I don't know your names, but you're both in the same boat. It shouldn't be a problem for you to be buried together, right?"
Roland heaved a long sigh, feeling heavy.
He couldn't regard the NPCs in this game as data. After a month, he found that they were no different from real people.
Or rather, they should be real people.
But this was a game!
It was a contradictory feeling.
It was already late at night. Burying the dead took him too much time, so he hurried to Red Mountain Town.
Roland was desperate when he realized that there was still a long way to go. He couldn't help but mumble, "If only I knew Teleportation. I would've been there in one swoosh. Whatever, I'm definitely going to specialize in spatial magic in the future. It'll be very useful in battles and on the road. "
Because of the transportation, Roland had already figured out which magic skill he should major in in the future.
On Betta's side, he returned to Red Mountain Town in the early morning.
The market was already over, and he found the old couple by the lake.
The surface of the lake reflected the bright red glow of the morning sun. An old couple was sitting by the side of a small wooden house, eating an ugly paste and looking into the distance with dull eyes.
Betta walked to them and said casually, "Seniors, I've found what you're looking for. Your son is dead. "
"My son is not dead!" The gray-haired, haggard old woman jumped to her feet and cursed, "You're truly cruel to curse our son. I'll beat …"
It must've been a preset quest. Thinking so, Betta took the dry head out of his Backpack and handed it to the old woman.
The walking stick in the old woman's hand stopped in mid-air, and a bright light began to appear in her dull eyes.
She took the withered head and held it close and tenderly in her arms.
"My son is back. It's good that he's back." The old woman's eyes flashed with a bright, rainbow-like luster. She raised her son's head in front of her husband as if presenting a treasure. "Look, our son is back."
The old man also revealed a happy smile.
He reached out to touch his son's withered hair and said, "You're back. I won't hit you. Let's go home and have breakfast together. We've prepared some porridge …"
The two of them entered the small house with the head in their arms.
Betta, on the other hand, had a strange feeling in his heart after witnessing this scene.
But he couldn't tell what was strange about it.
The NPCs in this game were very realistic, but their reactions were too strange. Shouldn't normal parents cry when they see their son's decaying head?
There must be something wrong with the NPC's emotional data. It didn't make sense. It was too illogical.
With that thought in mind, Betta stepped back a distance and guarded the small house.
According to his character of prioritizing efficiency, he should've been digging for other quests at this point, but an inexplicable voice in his heart told him to stop and watch the couple's subsequent development.
The two old people's hearty and happy laughter came from the house.
It was completely different from the lifeless appearance before.
It must've been something wrong with the game data.
Betta mumbled again. He wanted to leave, but his legs were nailed to the ground and wouldn't move.
He felt that something wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Time passed slowly. After breakfast, the two old people came out of the house.
Both of them looked quite happy and joyful. The old man went to the market and bought some delicious food back, while the old woman went to the foot of the mountain to pick up a lot of firewood.
They worked and cooked as usual. Soon, it was evening, and there was smoke coming out of the small house. It was a very normal behavior, just like how NPCs in other games behaved logically. No matter what happened, they lived the same life.
After observing for almost a day, Betta didn't find anything unusual, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
In the end, he suppressed the weird feeling and came to the entrance of the town.
Very soon, Roland returned.
As a Mage, his stamina was naturally not as good as Betta's. Roland rested twice on the way. It was already very hard for him to come back before nightfall.
Seeing Betta, Roland smiled. "You didn't submit the quest, did you? I thought about it on the way and decided that it was better not to submit the quest. It would be too cruel to let the two old people know that their son was dead. It was better to keep it a secret, so that they …"
As he spoke, Roland was suddenly stunned. He saw that the small house on the other side of the lake suddenly burst into flames … The sun hadn't completely set yet. From his perspective, he could see a bright fireball and a dazzling fire side by side.
"It's the James' house."
Roland shouted and rushed over. He often practiced magic by the lake and knew the old couple. Although they weren't familiar, they would nod at each other when they met.
Betta looked at the burning house, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Roland rushed to the house and was about to cast Ice Ring at the house to see if he could put out the fire.
But after watching for another second, he put down his hand dejectedly.
The fire was very, very big … The wooden house had been completely burned through. If anyone was inside, it was absolutely hopeless.
Betta ran over too. His face was paler and paler, and his body was trembling slightly.
In the end, he almost struggled to gnash his teeth and said, "Brother Roland … The head we found is the son of the old couple."
What!
Roland's heart also turned cold in an instant.
He, too, stood rooted to the spot.
Very soon, the fire attracted the townspeople, and a large group of people gathered around. Many people wanted to put out the fire, but looking at the burning wooden house, everyone shook their heads and gave up.
Someone mumbled, "Why did James' house suddenly burn? Who was the first to come?"
"I think it was Mr. Roland and another noble young master."
"What exactly happened?"
"Who knows?"
In the clamor, Falken came too. He asked Lauren, "What's going on, Mr. Lauren?"
Betta shivered, and his face was frighteningly pale. He turned his head away, not daring to look at anyone.
"I found Sam's head and returned it to Old James and his wife," Roland sighed and said calmly.
Hearing Lauren's words, Falken glanced at him and shook his head.
The other townspeople looked at Roland and Betta in silence too. Eventually, they dispersed.
The house burned for half the night and was not put out until dawn.
Only some charcoal and smoke were left at the scene. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
"Quest accomplished. EXP + 376. Reputation in Red Mountain Town + 10."
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