I didn't understand what Milia meant when she described her house as a garbage dump until my knees … cough cough, until I personally witnessed the living room on the first floor of their house.
Zaku … Pfft … After Uncle Zaku opened the door and let us into the living room, the first problem we had was where to take our first step. Jingle above, I didn't dare to imagine whose living room would be like this. There was a dazzling variety of things in sight. Broken axles, metal blocks, discarded books, pieces of wood, flattened iron sheets, broken chains, Second Uncle's old insoles — — the last one was meant to rhyme. All in all, the moment we saw Milia's magnificent living room, we had the urge to immediately set up a tent and spend the night. We also gave a new evaluation of Little Bubble's room filled with toys and comic books. It was praiseworthy that Little Bubble could clean it up like that.
"Ahaha, it might be a bit messy. People in our line of work are all like that." Uncle Zaku laughed without a care and stretched. "I'm going up to sleep for a while. I haven't had a good night's sleep for a while because of this damned girl."
After saying that, the uncle walked through the trash on the floor and disappeared on the other side.
"Ugh, still that lazy look. It's so embarrassing."
Milia couldn't help but press her forehead with a face full of shame. Then, she looked at me with an embarrassed expression. "Erm, don't laugh at me. My house is just that messy. Uncle is a very lazy person. He never tidies up his collection. Also, the only employee seems to come because his salary isn't high. Usually, he comes depending on his mood."
Dare I ask, what does your house do? Is it the rumored extraterrestrial waste collection station? Also, what's with the employee who comes to work depending on his mood? It's already a paradox to say that his salary isn't high!
"Profession? Well, this uncle claims to be an adventurer, right? To be honest, when I saw that there was indeed a registered license for an adventurer group called the Glory of Radiance in his house, I was really shocked. But looking at his lazy and unmotivated look, you should understand. Although it's an adventurer group, there are only four people including me, Eluna, and that employee who is always missing. It's almost like a garbage collection team. "
Milia said in a resentful tone, her face full of dissatisfaction. We didn't know much about the job divisions of "adventurers" and "adventurer teams" in Mobrador. After a simple explanation from the other party, we got the gist of it. They were probably similar to sports-type speculators. In layman's terms, they were treasure hunters who didn't do business for half a year. On Earth, this job class was only a legend. The only similar job class was grave robbers. However, in this place where the ruins of the Empire were buried everywhere, perhaps this job class really did have a lot of room for survival. Seeing that we were quite curious about the job class of adventurers, Miriya patiently explained a few more things to us. She let us know that adventurers weren't just searching for "holy ruins". They were also searching for ancient relics, battlefield remains, and so on. Regarding the heritage of the ancient civilization, it was a "semi-unsolved mystery" that the scholars of this world had always been talking about. The researchers of Mobrador had discovered that there was another advanced civilization on this planet. They had prospered on this planet for a long time after the Sage had left this world, until they suddenly went extinct due to a certain disaster. Although the relics they left behind were not as valuable as the holy ruins, they were relatively large in number and were more favored by adventurers. After all, the exploration rights of the holy ruins had always been firmly controlled by the Grayblue Church. Even if ordinary adventurers discovered a holy ruin, they could only immediately report it to the authorities and leave the ruins. Then, they would be able to obtain a small reward and be featured in the religious books for the next half a month. If they were extremely lucky, they would be able to obtain a limited exploration right. If they were unlucky, that would be all they got. However, the discovery of an ancient civilization was not restricted by these restrictions. Any adventurer with the relevant technology and equipment could freely excavate these ruins and make a fortune.
As for the last type, the battlefield remains, there were even more of them. Up until two or three hundred years ago, Mobrador was still a world prone to civil war. Its current total peace was forcefully created by the Grayblue Church after they obtained a few ancient Sage weapons. (Here, my sister and I have the same opinion. This kind of peace is not a good sign.) The battlefields before the peaceful era naturally became a good source of income. They were large in number, easy to excavate, and easy to sell. There were many collectors and scholars who were willing to spend money to buy those trash. So …
So, the ancient battlefields were almost wiped clean by the adventurer groups a few decades ago. Now, the remaining people could only rely on their luck to survive.
"The above is what a 'normal' adventurer group would do." Milia explained as she led us past the mountain of 'trash' on the second floor. She did not forget to emphasize the word 'normal'. It seemed that she was very dissatisfied with her extremely lazy uncle who only knew how to pick up trash from the nearest car accident site to make a living. "No one dares to enter the Holy Ruins. The missionaries of the Grayblue Church are like monsters. I have never heard of anyone who explored the Holy Ruins without permission and escaped from their pursuit. Don't be fooled by their amiable appearance. When it comes to the word 'Sage', they are crazier than the other. Of course, you guys … Sigh, hehehe. "
As if she suddenly remembered that Luna was right beside us, Milia immediately stopped halfway through her sentence. However, she revealed a subtle silly smile. Presumably, in the eyes of this simple-minded girl, we were roaming this world with the identity of a Sage, and she was the only one who knew about it. The biggest meaning of this matter was probably that it was very interesting.
I really did not know if this personality of hers was reliable or unreliable to us.
As Milia introduced herself to our family, I had been listening attentively. There were many things that I had never heard of before.
She had no parents. From what she could remember, she had been adopted by a lazy uncle who claimed to be an adventurer. Then, there was a beautiful auntie who was said to be the uncle's assistant. Growing up with such 'parents' and accompanying trash, the family environment could not be said to be good or bad. That slightly sloppy uncle was a scary person to Milia, but he was also the most reliable family member. Even though Milia had been badmouthing him, it was obvious that she had a certain sense of dependence on her family.
"Actually, he was quite an annoying fellow," Milia said. "Who would solemnly announce early in the morning on someone's sixth birthday, 'I am not your biological uncle, I don't know who your parents are, I picked you up from a ruin'? That's terrible. "
"Yes, you cried a lot at that time." Luna, who had been silently following behind us, nodded seriously. "It took Zaku half a month to realize that he had said the wrong thing."
… Did that uncle's brain get hit by something before? What's with this weird EQ?
Shallow Shallow curiously fiddled with a small metal lump that she had picked up from somewhere. She asked absentmindedly, "Speaking of which, Milia, didn't you say that you were a cleric? How did you become a member of some family adventurer group? Can clerics in this world have a part-time job? "
The footsteps behind us suddenly stopped. Luna suddenly looked at the flustered Milia with a serious expression. "You even said this?!"
We immediately looked at them curiously. Could it be that this needed to be kept a secret?
Being stared at by Elena's serious eyes, Milia felt a little scared. After a while, she stuttered to explain, "After all, he's my savior, so … so I accidentally said it out."
Luna frowned, her gaze constantly sweeping back and forth between us, making us inexplicably enter a state of vigilance. In the end, she sighed. "Sigh, anyway, it's not the first time. But you must be careful. I will tell this to Zaku. "
"Ugh, sorry to trouble you."
Seeing Luna disappear around the corner of the stairs, Milia said gloomily. She complained, "Luna is a Reborn. Reborn people are all so old-fashioned."
"Reborn people?"
Many strange things immediately popped up in my mind.
"What are you thinking about?" Milia rolled her eyes at me. "Reborn people are one of the races of Mobrador. They are as old as the purebloods. They are the collective name for the people who recovered from the mutants after the ancient cataclysm. Because they used to be mutants, they call themselves Reborn people after they recovered. They look no different from ordinary humans, but they are all very old-fashioned. I heard that it's because of a bunch of taboos passed down from the ancient times. "
This was new knowledge from Mobrador. Now, we were even more curious about the evolutionary history of this world. What happened here after the Shiring Apostles left this world?
"Actually, Uncle didn't allow me to casually talk about clergy." After the blonde girl explained about the Reborn people, she stuck out her tongue. "Not only did he not allow me to talk about my identity, but he also didn't allow me to use clergy skills like Thunder Roar. He also didn't allow me to casually reveal the secret that I have the Holy Plate. Usually, I have to avoid attracting attention even when I summon Remona. Uncle wanted me to act like an ordinary girl, but in the end, I was still exposed. "
We were a little speechless, and of course, we didn't understand. It seemed that Milia didn't obtain her clergy identity through proper channels. Moreover, she probably didn't even know why she was a clergy. She also didn't know why Uncle wanted her to hide her identity. She didn't think about anything and just did what others told her to do.
Our understanding of this world was limited, and we didn't know what the criteria for a clergy in this world were. We also didn't know what a religion that worshipped the legacy of the Empire would look like. Of course, we couldn't figure out what was going on with Milia's identity, but it wasn't hard to guess Uncle Zaku's intention. It was probably to protect this rash girl. Sometimes, treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime. A person who wasn't a member of the church could use the most powerful power of a clergy, and a person without faith had an Information Terminal that was regarded as a holy relic. No matter how we thought about it, the situation didn't look too good.
"Here, here." Sandora suddenly tugged at my sleeve and pointed pitifully at the mountain of rubbish around us. "I'm a little hungry. Can I eat this?"
That one sentence instantly jolted us out of our thoughts. Milia looked at Sandora warily and said nervously, "Wait a minute! Don't eat my house! "
I looked at Sandora, who had begun to grind her teeth. Then, I looked at the Thousand Lakes Prairie outside the window. I thought to myself, Am I going to let my Queen loose on the prairie?
Fortunately, Shadora's curiosity did not happen. Her Majesty the Queen used her willpower to overcome her biological instincts. Although she had consumed 127 round cakes in the process, Shadora still managed to defeat her biological instincts.
That night, we enjoyed the unique cuisine of Planet Mobrador. It had a different taste and taste from the food on Earth, but at least it was verified that it was harmless to carbon-based organisms. I let out a sigh of relief. On the other hand, Shadora made Uncle Zaku and Biluna suck in a breath of cold air. When the 13th empty bowl was piled on the dining table, the lazy Uncle Zaku finally realized a very serious problem: "That's right.
If he didn't want to bear the infamy of being ungrateful, he would have to work hard from tomorrow onwards.
I expressed my deep apologies to Milia for Sandora's appetite. I knew that it was difficult for such a lazy uncle to entertain our family. However, Milia told us not to worry about it. She said that her uncle was actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Although he looked pained, he was still a very hospitable person. This good evaluation did not last long. Half an hour after dinner, Uncle Zaku seemed to have heard that Milia had revealed her identity. He dragged her away and lectured her for a long time. When he came back, the hospitable uncle in Milia's eyes had become a stingy, harsh, eccentric, and useless man who made a fuss about nothing.
However, Zaku didn't hold a grudge against us because of this. It was obvious that our sincerity in sending Milia home was enough to prove that we were harmless people. The uncle only inquired about our identities. As an adult, although he was not very reliable, he had more considerations than Miriya. He still kept an appropriate amount of vigilance towards strangers like us, who looked like strangers of unknown origins.
Later, Sandora solved this problem with a telepathic suggestion.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but that night, we saw a sudden gale during the rainy season on planet Mobrador. It turned out that the local people really lived in different places. There was a reason why the local people built their traditional houses this way. Liliana was curious about the howling wind outside her house, so she went out to have a look. I had to drive to the 'Wan' Lake at 11: 30 in the morning to fish her out.
On the second morning after we arrived on this planet, we were sitting in the living room on the first floor, talking about what we had seen and heard in this strange world. We were expressing our opinions about the strange customs here. Uncle Zaku was still sunbathing at the door. He had completely forgotten about his ambitious declaration of "I must work hard" last night and this morning. I reckoned that it would be after the next meal before he remembered it. Biruna went out early in the morning and pulled a cart of "trash" to the market to sell. Although it looked like scrap metal, it was still valuable in the eyes of those who knew what was good for them. At least, it was enough to cover their living expenses for the next month.
Although it was only the second day, we all saw who was the one who supported everything in this "home". That unsmiling Biruna was really a good woman.
"I think if you continue like this, Uncle, you will grow mushrooms sooner or later."
Listening to Uncle Zaku's melody that could no longer be recognized, Milia frowned and said sadly, "My youth is going to be assimilated with this pile of trash."
"Don't say that," Sandora comforted the depressed blonde girl. She mumbled, "At least they taste good."
Miriya couldn't be bothered to stop the 'Sage' who had an insatiable appetite. The meal she had last night and the meal she had this morning made her realize that as long as Shadora was willing, she could use any method to finish off her family.
At this moment, a loud noise from outside the door attracted our attention. It seemed that a large group of people were laughing and joking as they walked in. What caught our attention was that there seemed to be a familiar voice among them …
Uncle Zaku, who was sunbathing at the door, was talking to a large group of people. The noisy voices seemed to make it difficult for him to deal with them. After a while, the uncle suddenly pushed the door open and rushed in. He shouted at us angrily, "Who are you people! Why is there at least a company of people outside shouting that they are looking for you?! "
I was stunned. I saw a short old man with a beard that almost covered half of his face squeezed in through the gap of the door. His loud voice made dust fall from the living room. "Jaina! Come in and take a look! The house here is really similar to Dalaran! "
A female mage in a blue dress stuck her head in. "Magni! Pay attention to your manners … Eleanor, don't pull my dress! I told you, I am just an ice mage. My dad doesn't know your second aunt from the Lake of Fog … "
"Ahh, what a unique world. It's such a pity that Youyouzi didn't come with us."
"Idiot brother! Can't you take off that armor? "
"Saar! Don't step on my foot! "
"Sorry, Cuixiang pushed me …"
"Melon seeds, peanuts, ice!"
The muscles on Uncle Zaku's face were trembling. The muscles on every one of our faces were also trembling. I now completely believed that there were at least a company of people at the door, and this was just a conservative estimate.
"All of you, be quiet!!"
Flustered and exasperated, I roared at the entrance. The only sound that could be heard was Ling Meng's melon seeds and candy, which reverberated through the air twice.
"What is going on?!"
Just as I finished speaking and was about to start training, a voice followed by a silver-haired figure with a voluptuous figure barged in. The second half of my sentence was completely extinguished. "Haha! Chen, I have come to play with you! "
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