Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 2158 Orc Curse Chapter 20
The young man left dejectedly, like a male in nature who has lost the battle for a female's favor, having lost what he was most proud of.

If the other person were someone who seemed to have a silver tongue, that would be one thing, but Dali Feizhuan looked like an honest person at first glance.

The young man's daughters paid no attention to their distraught father. Their little hands, seemingly out of nowhere, produced wondrous grains and poured them into the pot of the powerful flying brick.

Their hands were small, yet they filled the entire pot in no time. By the time Dali Feizhuan realized that these little guys might be some special beings, the little girls and the young man had vanished, leaving only the thick incense stick in their hands and a pot of grain.

"That's awesome."

Dali Feizhuan picked up a small amount of grain, examined it, and found it to be a fairly common grain.

Although the young man looked like a wanderer, he was not actually starving or in need of help. So when he ate the Laba porridge offered as alms, he left a pot of grain as currency to buy more Laba porridge, and even gave more than he should have.

In many original stories, individuals with a certain level of power, such as gods or priestesses, have a rather wicked sense of humor. They enjoy setting traps, deliberately pretending to be people in need of help to test whether some unfortunate individuals are kind or not.

That's right, those who were tested were unlucky souls who suffered an undeserved misfortune. Even if they passed the test, they would only receive a small, insignificant reward. If they failed, they would be in big trouble.

Some unlucky people truly deserve it; they've mostly done things that are morally reprehensible or disrespectful to God. But some people are just incredibly unlucky, and those idle people will deliberately pick fights to prove that the unlucky ones are bad until the unlucky ones react in the way they want.

It's like testing the hardness of glass by hitting it repeatedly with a hammer until it cracks.

A prime example is the fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast, in which the witch disguises herself as a dirty vagrant and asks to live in the prince's castle. When she is refused, she curses the prince, claiming that he is too cruel.

Sometimes fairy tales are even more malicious than myths, which are often considered to have a dark sense of humor.

Undeterred, Dali Feizhuan stirred the pot again, confirming that there were no special grains like Jack's Beanstalk inside; it was all ordinary grains.

They were picked on, and yet they're so stingy with their repercussions.

Dali Feizhuan muttered something but didn't take it too seriously. This pot of grain could cook dozens of pots of Laba porridge, and he did indeed receive the reward he needed most right now.

【Double Snake Slumber Fragrance/Fairytale Grade】

The incense, made from an unknown tree, emits smoke that acts as a guide into a dream world, where everything becomes real.

Dali Feizhuan examined the incense in his hand. Without a doubt, it was a better tool than the Nightmare Stone for entering the dream world. It didn't require reducing the enemy's health to below 10%. You should know that "holding back" has always been one of the most difficult things in battle.

There is a time limit, but with incense sticks this thick, it'll probably burn for quite a long time.

He recalled a fairy tale he had heard before, which was about candles made from the fat of lean pig intestines. When lit, the smoke from these candles would reveal a room full of gold and silver treasures. The candles had to be blown out when they were half-burnt so that all the gold and silver treasures would fall down. If they burned out completely, there would be nothing left.

Dali Feizhuan thought he could give it a try. Didn't the creators say that this world was based on many original designs? Maybe there was this allegorical story behind it. He didn't think the creators were particularly imaginative.

"Let's start with raising pigs."

"What? Raising pigs?" Kate Cat's voice came from behind, followed by gasps of surprise from the Holy Cross Church's followers.

Dali Feizhuan looked back and realized why he exclaimed in surprise: the little angel next to Kate Cat had a single cape that formed a cross on her chest.

That was the attire of the Crusaders, and a symbol of a very high rank.

Anyone, even from other kingdoms, could join the Crusades as long as they met the criteria of being human and having faith. In a sense, this was both arbitrary and rigorous.

"There are some things I want to do, but let's leave that aside for now. I have some good news." Dali Feizhuan shook the incense stick in his hand, which looked like a thick cigar, making his tall game character look like a nouveau riche.

They're both tacky and extravagant, the kind who want to squeeze into high society.

The man with the flying bricks tried to spin them like a pen, but of course, the important, round prop ended up falling to the ground.

Kate covered her mouth, letting out a laugh. The little angel knew that laughing suddenly was impolite, so she sucked her lips into her mouth, closed her mouth tightly, and turned her face red.

There was no way around it; although their family was wealthy, they strictly adhered to the principle of raising daughters in luxury and sons in poverty. Kate was proficient in everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting, while he was adept at everything from pots and pans to farm work.

Those who know their family jokingly refer to the siblings as a "rural-urban fringe area".

Dali Feizhuan coughed twice, picked up the incense from the ground, and then, as if nothing had happened, began to explain the origin and effects of the incense.

Talking about serious matters in an awkward situation is a very useful tactic; it can divert the attention of serious people.

"So, all we're missing now is a fallen archbishop or a fallen legion commander?" the little angel asked, her tightly closed lips making a popping sound.

“It’s not easy to find.”

Of course, they're not easy to find. The most important step in gathering intelligence is to ask. This is the Holy Cross Church, which has a history of thousands of years. Asking passersby if they know anything about fallen archbishops and fallen legion commanders is no less important than asking on the street if there are any corrupt officials.

If these believers knew about the Holy Cross Church's attitude towards heresy, they would have already drawn their knives and attacked them.

People say that once you take the first step, the second step is easy. They struggled to take the first step, only to find that the second step was still impossible.

Just then, a nun carrying Laba porridge walked over. She looked to be about sixteen years old, but her eyes had a deep depth.

She spoke first, praising the luminous Laba porridge, claiming she had never tasted such delicious food before, and then she began to introduce herself.

“My name is Teresa, an inspector whose job is to monitor whether the bishops and legion commanders maintain their faith.”

(End of this chapter)