Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1154 - 266: The Message Left by Grandfather

Chapter 1154: Chapter 266: The Message Left by Grandfather

"My grandfather left me quite a bit of information in my memories," Catherine sat upright in the center of the camp, regardless of how physically tired or weakened she felt, and even though she had hardly slept at all last night, the girl still strictly maintained her usual demeanor, earnestly saying, "Taking advantage of last night’s watch, I carefully organized this information, solving quite a few puzzles. Moreover, I not only discovered the location of the Temple of Danacus but also inadvertently gained a massive reward. Overall, as long as we can make it out of here alive, we stand a chance to get rich—a kind of wealth that is hard to imagine. Of course, this is just a bonus, the vital thing is that this gain is beneficial for the whole Yarran World, hence I highlight it specifically."

"Big sister, if you could just hide that glow in your eyes that’s almost brighter than gold coins, this statement would be a lot more believable," Freya spoke without looking up, "Also, I think your saliva is about to drip; aren’t you going to wipe it?"

The Forbidden Land of Living Souls in the morning was utterly silent, a world devoid of any animals, immersed in deathly stillness at all times. In some ways, silence was not a good thing. In a state of absolute silence, although you could hear the distant sound of the breeze and the sound of sturdy weeds growing from the cracks in the rocks, more often, you heard the sound of your own heartbeat, the flow of your blood—these monotonous noises that could make one irritable were like a nightmare’s shadow chasing you incessantly. Maybe when you made a noise, it seemed you had shaken them off, but once you were quiet again, they would echo in your ears again, thud thud, thud thud, as if the sound were getting louder, as if ready to burst your eardrums at any moment.

However, these experienced adventurers had faced similar environments more than once. Although they could never get used to this madness-inducing silence, enduring it for several hours was not too difficult. For the rest of the time, everyone tried to stay active, talking and making soft noises, such as the rustling sound of Lina turning the pages of a book, the crackling sound of flames dancing on Vivian’s fingertips, the clinking of metal parts in Freya’s hands, and even the snoring noises coming from Pannis’s mouth.

"Hey, you’re sleeping right after waking up, how tired can you be?" Catherine picked up a small stone and gently tossed it onto Pannis’s stomach, slanting her eyes and saying, "You went to sleep early last night and slept until this morning; now you’re snoring again. It wasn’t something yesterday that really affected you, was it? If there’s something bothering you, you must speak up; don’t keep it bottled up inside. Don’t forget, we’re a family now, anything should be shared and endured together. Even if there’s an insurmountable problem, it allows everyone to be mentally prepared to face it together, and if you..."

"Cough, cough, big sister, keep your cool," Lina coughed dryly, interrupting Catherine’s usual preaching, as it tended to stray off topic and become so boring that Pannis was pretending to sleep and had moved aside before the stone hit, pretending to listen earnestly as if nothing had happened. The knight girl tossed an annoyed glance at Pannis, but today, her familiar look carried a different flavor that made Pannis’s heartbeat slightly quicken.

"All right, I’ll get to the point," Catherine coughed heavily and said gruffly, "First of all, we don’t need to wonder if a possibly remaining Twisted Soul is still lurking in this camp area. The answer is no, it isn’t here, or perhaps I should say, there is no seventh Twisted Soul."

"Eight Legendary Rank professionals entered here, and along the way, two perished," Pannis said. "It seems they had another casualty not long after."

"Yes, Legendary Shield-Wielder Mela, on the fifth day after they camped here, encountered an ambush by seventeen gun-headed gnashes while exploring the forest," Catherine sighed. "The gun-headed gnashes tore through his shield and armor, causing his immediate death."

"Gun-headed gnashes? What are those?" Lina quickly flipped through the Magical Beast Handbook but, despite reaching the end, failed to find the creature Catherine mentioned and asked curiously, "Strange, why isn’t it recorded in the Magical Beast Handbook?"

"They are creatures found only in the Core Area of the Forest of Death, many of such creatures are not recorded in the Magical Beast Handbook," Pannis explained. "They’re slightly larger than a house cat, with a gun-tip-like hard keratin layer protruding from their heads, covered in threads. They like to hide in trees and launch pouncing attacks on prey. When they jump, their bodies spin forward at high speed, turning the gun-tip into something like a drill, with very impressive penetrating power. Usually, a single pounce is enough to easily drill through a thick rock, making it one of the races best suited to counter high-defense magical beasts."

"Regardless of what they are, in any case, Mela died from their attack. Due to the distance being too far, when the team found him, they couldn’t even retrieve Mela’s body, only bringing back a tower shield," Catherine glanced at the huge shield beside her and continued, "This is it. They buried it behind the campsite, and I took it out. If we have a chance to return, we’ll take it back to the Holy City with us."

"Your grandfather’s team composition always feels very extreme," Pannis stroked his chin and said, "It doesn’t seem like a normal adventure."

"It doesn’t just feel extreme, it is extreme," Catherine affirmed. "Apart from the two clients, there were ten team members, among them five rangers, one thief, one ax warrior, and one gun warrior. one shield-wielder, with the remaining being my grandfather, the Mage."

"Specifically formed for exploring the forest, an extreme combination, huh?" Pannis nodded. "It seems they were confident that they wouldn’t encounter too many intense high-risk battles. Now I understand. The information given by the two clients must have been detailed enough that they didn’t worry about wandering frequently in the Core Forest, otherwise such a team composition and size would be a death sentence in the Core Forest."

"Yes, the two clients provided clues that the Deities’ relics were located within fifty kilometers around the Forbidden Land of Living Souls," Catherine, having obtained information from her grandfather’s memories, now fully understood what had happened before. "And there were even more detailed potential locations for reference, so their exploration was indeed quite targeted."