At the foot of [Underwood] Mountain, at the reception area of the Harvest Festival.
With the help of [That and Yes] and the volunteers, the Harvest Festival had finally restarted.
After returning from the Flat Sky Camp with Sixteenth Nights, Eight-cloud Ink and the others first went to [No Name]'s camp. However, they received news that the Harvest Festival had restarted, and everyone had already arrived.
Thus, Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteenth Nights could only make use of the time to come here.
The sun was setting in the west, and night enveloped the forest city.
Facing the setting sun, Eight-cloud Ink stretched.
"Phew — Ah — …"
"What's wrong? You look like you've been relieved of a burden. "
"… It's nothing."
Eight-cloud Ink shook his head.
The Bull Demon King — Eight-cloud Ink's understanding of this guy came entirely from Journey to the West in his previous life.
[It's said that although this guy is a powerful demon king, he's also a drunkard who likes to eat, drink, and have fun …]
Eight-cloud Ink thought to himself.
[Wait, drunkard, and have fun!?]
Suddenly, Eight-cloud Ink recalled the way the Bull Demon King looked at him when he was in the Flat Sky Camp.
He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
That old pervert wouldn't have that kind of fetish, right?
Shaking his head, Eight-cloud Ink tossed these terrifying thoughts out of his mind. Under Sixteenth Nights' strange gaze, he followed him to the reception area of the Harvest Festival.
The person in charge of the reception here was a young Tree Spirit girl. Eight-cloud Ink remembered this girl. She was Tong Nai, who was saved by Flying Bird and the others in Pest's game.
"Hello, we are Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteenth Nights from [No Name]. Can you let us pass through the VIP room?"
"Sure! … Ah, but no one from [No Name] is in the room? "
Did they go out to play?
Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteenth Nights looked at each other.
Tongnai frantically rummaged through the pile of documents on the table. He found a record and said, "Lord Asuna went shopping. Lord Jiuyuan Fei and Lord Yao of the Spring Tribe went to the Hunting Festival. Lord Ren Russell is discussing something with [Six Wounds] … And then there's Lili-chan … Ah, no! Madam Lily and the seniors were invited to help out at the opening ceremony! "
"Is that so? They all have reservations! " Sixteen Nights scratched his head and suddenly pointed at a panel behind Tong Nai. There were various places recorded on it.
"Um, can I go to the library too?"
"Yes, yes!"
Sixteen Nights immediately said, "Alright, take me to the library. What about you, Eight Clouds?"
"… Since I have nothing to do, I might as well go take a look."
"Erm … Because we need to take a boat to reach the underground library, we need a navigator. But because of the harvest festival, no one is around —"
"If it's possible, let me do it."
A gentle voice sounded.
Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteen Nights turned around.
A young man in his early twenties was standing behind them with a smile on his face.
He was a short-haired man in a simple yellow robe. The smile on his face made people feel good about him.
"Lord Liu Jiang … Is that okay? You're a guest of Dragon Horn Griffin Lion. You don't have to force yourself. "
"Don't worry about it. If we don't have enough people, we should help each other. Besides, I feel like I've known these two for a long time. I want to get to know them better."
"What do you mean?" Sixteen Nights raised his eyebrows. "You want to get to know me better?"
"Tsk, you can't say that. Don't all people start from strangers? This little brother's words aren't right. If you refuse every stranger's kind help, then wouldn't you be completely sealing the door to making friends with others? As the saying goes, you rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out. What can you do if you don't have friends? Make friends! Am I right? If you have friends all over the world, you can go anywhere you want. But if you don't have any friends, you can't do anything. So … blah … blah … "
Chatterbox.
This was a super chatterbox that was comparable to Lord Four Seasons in preaching mode.
What he said was so reasonable that they couldn't refute him.
Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteen Nights were speechless. The poor Tree Spirit girl, Tong Nai, had already started to cry.
"Hey! Stop stop stop stop stop! We're scared of you! You lead the way! "
Eight-cloud Ink couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Liu Jiang.
Liu Jiang didn't show any signs of anger after being interrupted. He nodded with a warm smile.
Then he continued, "That's right! This beautiful lady's way of doing things is very good. The kind help of others is the best opportunity to expand your social circle … blah … blah … "
"Enough! Ahhhhh!!!!"
Sixteenth Nights, who couldn't stand it any longer, stomped her foot on the ground, causing the entire reception area to shake. Liu Jiang was clearly stunned. He sighed and looked at Sixteenth Nights with a face full of regret. "What you did was wrong. What if this place collapses because of your stomp? What if the falling rocks hit the children? Even if they don't hit the children, it's not good to hit the flowers and plants … blah … blah … "
"It's the realm of sound and silence!"
The world was quiet …
Tong Nai lay on the table dizzily with tears streaming down her face. "My worldview … collapsed …"
"Who the hell is this guy?" Eight-cloud Ink pointed at Liu Jiang, who was still chattering. His words were muted so he looked like a mime.
Tong Nai shook her head. "I don't know. They only said that Lord Liu Jiang is a distinguished guest. They don't know anything else."
"Hey!"
"What should we do, Yakumo? Do we really need this chatterbox to lead the way? "
"Then what can you do?"
In the end, the two had no choice but to let Liu Jiang be their navigator.
⑧
On the water, the ferry slowly moved forward.
Eight Cloud Ink had no choice but to remove her realm because she wanted Flowing River to lead the way.
Fortunately, Liu Jiang didn't chatter anymore and just focused on leading the way.
Soon, the ferry reached the shore.
This place close to the river with poor ventilation was easily filled with moisture. Eight-cloud Ink, who wasn't used to such an environment, wrinkled her nose in discomfort.
There was a gate on the shore.
"Is this place really a bookstore? If it's so humid, there won't be a problem storing books here, right? "
"Maybe there's a special gift."
Sixteenth Nights said as he opened the door.
To Eight-cloud Ink's surprise, Liu Jiang also came ashore.
"You're also here for the bookstore?"
"I didn't plan to, but I just happened to be wandering around aimlessly. Since I'm here, I might as well take a look. Just like how Korean dramas are the slides of human civilization, books are the stairs of human civilization. Reading more books is good for the body and mind … blah blah blah … "
Eight-cloud Ink felt that it was a big mistake to talk to this chatterbox.
Turning around, Sixteenth Nights saw that the situation was bad and ran away!
[That damn guy!!!!]
Eight-cloud Ink gritted her teeth and looked at Liu Jiang. "Um … Can I listen to you? I can't stand it even if I'm a monster …"
"Why can't you stand it just because you're a monster? Although monsters are born from their (divine beast) mothers, and humans are born from their (divine beast) mothers, they're all born from their (divine beast) mothers. Since they're all born from their (divine beast) mothers, there shouldn't be any difference in philosophy … blah blah … blah blah … "
Eight-cloud Ink took a deep breath, turned around, and left!
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