Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1263 - 49 Going to the Cemetery

Chapter 1263: Chapter 49 Going to the Cemetery

Fortunately, the second carriage wasn’t as luxurious as its predecessor; it was just a regular public carriage. Once it stopped in its designated spot, a neatly dressed butler did not alight from the compartment. Relying on Pannis’s perceptive abilities, it was clear that the only living creature present was the coachman sitting at the driver’s seat. After halting the carriage, he did not disembark but instead gazed, with a puzzled look, at Pannis who swayed gently with the breeze atop the slender metal fence and somehow never fell off. Pannis, a bit puzzled himself, scratched his head and blankly exchanged gazes with the coachman, creating quite an odd scene. Despite the presence of four people at the door, no one spoke, or even moved, except for the little fox, which continued to energetically scratch at the woolen ball on top of Pannis’s head.

"Actually, I am aware I am quite handsome and don’t mind being admired for my beauty," Pannis eventually remarked after several minutes of silence. "But it would be rather unfair to others if someone as exceptional as me were to be stared at without reason. Therefore, if you continue to stare, I’m going to have to charge a fee—not too expensive, though. Just one gold coin per second. How does that sound, quite a bargain, right?"

"Er, sir," the coachman’s eyes twitched as he shifted his gaze and replied, "I’m sorry, but I think we have different definitions of cheap. Besides, I’m not inclined to pay for that."

"Well, that’s a shame," Pannis pursed his lips, tossing a pasfruit pit into a nearby trash bin with a sigh of regret. "If you weren’t planning on paying, why were you staring so intently at me just now?"

"Sir, I was merely curious," the coachman said helplessly. "I was wondering when you planned to board the carriage, since not every client makes the coach arrive just to exchange stares after pre-paying the fare."

"Ha, you are quite an amusing talker, far more interesting than those two next to you who only know how to be silent," Pannis said, clearly pleased by the coachman’s irreverent comment, and beamed, "I much prefer talking to you."

"That is an honor, sir," the coachman replied. "Those gentlemen surely have high status and must obey more rules than us ordinary, uncouth folk who say whatever comes to mind."

Although the coachman and a butler from Marquis Snape’s household were being discussed, they appeared as if they hadn’t heard anything, maintaining their postures by the door, even their facial expressions unchanged, which further validated everything the coachman had said.

"Hmm, a long time ago I too favored such respectful and polite people," Pannis shook his head. "But in recent years, I’ve found that life is better lived with a bit of Indulgence; it certainly makes one happier, don’t you agree?"

"Er, sir, if your words are too profound, I might find them hard to follow," the coachman said, looking troubled. "And as for etiquette, that doesn’t really matter much to us public coachmen. All I’m concerned about now is when exactly you plan to get on the carriage?"

"So, why exactly should I board the carriage anyway?" Pannis said, rubbing his temple. "I never said that I was the one who booked the carriage. I didn’t even know anyone had booked it, so why should I suddenly board it without reason?"

"Eh? Wasn’t it you who booked it?" the coachman blinked in surprise, pulling out a receipt and looking at it. "It says here that a gentleman and a lady needed the carriage at No. 6 Fox Street this morning at six, and seeing you waiting at the door looking bored, I thought you were the one waiting for the ride. Did I misunderstand?"

"Wait a minute? A gentleman and a lady?" As Pannis thought about how he was the only man at the entirety of No. 6 Fox Street, a foreboding sensation arose. His ears moved as he whispered, "Can you describe the person who booked the carriage?"

"Hmm... let me recall," the coachman furrowed his brow and said. "Yes, I remember now, it was a lady who booked it. She was quite distinctive, so I couldn’t easily forget her—she was very, erm, quite voluptuous."

"Alright, no more talk from you." Pannis flipped back over the fence into the front yard of the mansion and tossed the protesting Fox aside, then hastily said to the coachman, "You just wait here for your scheduled fare, I’ve got things to do first, haha."

"Does this family have some kind of problem?" The coachman, expressionless, watched as Pannis disappeared in the blink of an eye and muttered helplessly, "Well, the fare has been prepaid, I’ll just wait."

However, the poor coachman was destined not to have a moment of peace. Just as he had covered his face with his cloth cap to block out the early morning sun and was about to fall back asleep, he suddenly felt a slight tremor from the ground. "Thud, thud, thud, thud," the vibrations grew clearer and more rapid, as if some giant creature was rapidly approaching. The coachman sat up right away and through the fence gate, he saw Pannis, who had just slipped away, running back this way, yelling over his shoulder as he fled, "Don’t come any closer, or I’ll scream for help."

"Dear Mr. Pannis, don’t run away, wait for me." Behind Pannis, a massive shadow along with the ground’s trembling was in hot pursuit, and a warm, lovely voice emerged from the terrifying shadow, "I have everything planned out. Let’s elope to a place where nobody knows us and start a new life together."

"I don’t want to." Pannis ran even faster. "I’m not done living yet."

"Dear, you’re breaking my heart." The gentle voice sounded almost tearful, stirring an uncontrollable sense of heartache, but in the next moment, the voice was lively again, "But the more you refuse me, the deeper your feelings for me must be; I’m more happy than sad."

"Hey, even if you are a mage from the Colossus School, you should still make some logical sense when you speak," Pannis couldn’t help but retort as he ran, "Think about what you just said. Where’s the logic in that?"

"Huh?" The massive shadow suddenly noticed there were others at the gate and quickly stopped chasing, instantly reverting to the demeanor and reserve of a noble young lady as if she wasn’t the one causing mischief just moments ago, and gave a gentle smile and a slight nod to the three people waiting at the gate.

"Huff, huff." Pannis, panting heavily at the doorway, said, "Finally acting normal, huff, puff, where in the world were you planning to take me?"

"Eh? Didn’t I say already?" Freya, now back to being a noble young lady, spoke with a puzzled tone, "I told you earlier, we are going to the cemetery."

"So why on earth do I have to go to the cemetery with you?" Pannis shook his head vigorously, "I’m not going."

"I thought you’d definitely want to go." Freya blinked mischievously, "I am going to visit my teacher."

"Christo?" Pannis’s expression froze, then he let out a resigned sigh and a wry smile, "Alright, you win, let’s go."