Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1349 - 135 The Undead Village

Chapter 1349: Chapter 135 The Undead Village

"Ah, is this your flower field?" Vivian asked, "May I pluck a petal to have a look?"

"Rattle rattle." The short goblin skeleton crisply articulated its intent with action rather than words, directly plucking a dragonblood flower from the vines in the field and handing it over. The mage girl opened her palm, held the red flower up in front of her, and observed it carefully for a while, then brought it to her nose for a sniff and nodded, saying, "It indeed is a genuine dragonblood flower, containing the purest Vitality. However, this thing isn’t of much use to you, is it? Although consuming it in small quantities won’t have much of an impact, you definitely can’t treat it as food. Why do you plant it then?"

"We call this flower the flame flower, eating it gives a strong stimulating and burning sensation, that’s why we like to dry and grind it into powder to use as a seasoning," Mr. Ghost explained matter-of-factly. "But that’s just an ancillary use. Our main food is its tuber underneath. Don’t be fooled by the size of the tubers, only as big as a finger joint, but eating one or two can make you feel very satisfied. Just this little plot can produce enough tubers to last Mukk, I mean him, for two or three years."

"Heh, the world is really marvelous, hiding so many interesting pieces of knowledge." Vivian took out a notebook, intending to jot something down, but her pen hovered over the paper for a while before she ultimately sighed, closed the notebook, and said, "Had I not come here, I would never have dreamt that what is deadly dragonblood grass roots to living creatures is actually excellent food for you Undead, and flowers that give you a strong sensation like pepper or chili are top-grade alchemy materials for us. Indeed, the path of exploring knowledge never ends."

"Actually, we originally didn’t know the flame flower was so useful. In fact, there were no flame flowers in the world at all," Mr. Ghost said, seemingly self-deprecatingly consoling Vivian, "We started planting flame flowers about a decade ago. At that time, our master gave us the tubers and handed down an oracle, telling us to ensure the plant’s yield as much as possible, saying it would be of great help to us in the future. The master was not wrong; ever since we had the flame flowers, we never worry about insufficient mushroom crops for food."

"I think, the help your master mentioned isn’t about this," Pannis sighed with a bitter smile, "What she referred to as help probably hasn’t happened yet, and you still don’t understand what it specifically is. Um, actually I don’t understand it either, just making wild guesses."

"Maybe, the will of the master isn’t something the common folk can guess at will," Mr. Ghost didn’t seem to mind Pannis’s denial and said with a chuckle, "Come on, let’s not delay any longer. I’ll take you to meet the village head and introduce everyone to you along the way."

"Rattle rattle," the goblin skeleton suddenly ran quickly to another field, broke off several large chunks from the cap of a Bone Mushroom that was over a meter tall and as thick as a thigh, then energetically ran back, stuffing the pieces into the girls’ hands. The Soul Fire in its eye sockets danced with joy as it moved its mouth and gestured excitedly, saying something.

"He says these are mushrooms grown at his place, very tasty, and he hopes you will accept them," Mr. Ghost translated, "He also says you must come to his house when you have time; he has never entertained guests from the outside before. Alright, alright, Mukk, you can’t monopolize the guests’ time; let them meet the village head first. I’m sure the village head will arrange a gathering tonight, then you’ll have plenty of time to listen to stories about the outside world from the guests."

"Rattle." Known as Mukk, the disappointed goblin skeleton scratched its head, shook hands with the members of the adventure team in turn, and then left reluctantly, constantly looking back, appearing rather unwilling to part.

"Mukk misses The World of the Living very much; that’s why he’s eager to chat with you and learn about the situation over there," Mr. Ghost sighed, explaining, "Moreover, he hasn’t found a suitable companion over the years and has been living alone, which is indeed too lonely, so he often clings to others for a chat."

"Do you guys have partners too?" Lina asked with a curious face, "I thought all of you lived alone."

"How could that be, living alone is so lonely," Mr. Ghost said with a big laugh, shaking his head, "When we’re revived, at first, we live alone, but after meeting a suitable partner, the two of us move in together. You see, some of our houses are big and some are small; typically, the larger houses are the dwellings of those with partners."

"That’s so interesting, I didn’t know the undead also distinguished between genders," Lina said, her interest piqued, she went on to ask, "But I can imagine ghosts distinguishing genders, how do skeletons do it?"

"Skeletons can be distinguished by their bone structure; it’s quite simple for us. And look at that child of yours; you wouldn’t think she was a boy, would you?" Mr. Ghost said, "Besides, for us, it’s just about finding a partner, it’s got nothing to do with distinguishing genders."

"Huh?" Lina’s eyes suddenly shone like two suns; she stepped forward, wanting to say something, but a metal-clad enforcer’s hand suddenly stretched out from behind her, grabbed her neck, and yanked her back behind the others, followed by the sound of knocking on the head.

"Hey, big sis, stop knocking, stop knocking," the priestess girl protested while cradling her head in grievance, "I didn’t say anything, I didn’t do anything, why are you hitting my head?"

"Um, actually I don’t know why either, just suddenly felt like I should knock a few times, or else there might be trouble," Catherine said with a dry laugh as she released the wronged Lina, and smiled apologetically at Mr. Ghost, "Sorry, that was a bit rude."

"Haha, no worries, you guys seem to have a great relationship," Mr. Ghost said with an envious sigh, "Too bad, people in our world don’t have that kind of vitality... oh no, why is the mayor coming over by himself."

Following Mr. Ghost’s gaze, they indeed saw a vague figure floating over in the distance in the sky. Before even arriving close by, the figure shouted from afar, "Mukk, Mukk, are you lazing around again? Why are you still loitering outside the village? Why haven’t you brought the guests in?"

"Strange, how did the mayor know you guys were here?" Mr. Ghost Mukk said, scratching his head in confusion, and quietly added, "Make sure to tell the mayor that it was you who wanted to stop and look around the farm, or I’ll get scolded again."