Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 317 - 29 Strange Dreams Fragment_1

Chapter 317: Chapter 29 Strange Dreams Fragment_1

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The night deepens.

In the cozy rooms of the Evergreen Inn, the soundproofing is great. The constant noise from outside can’t disturb the guests in the rooms. Vivian, whose vitality had been substantially drained, had already entered a deep sleep on the master bed. Meanwhile, Catherine lay on the same bed, her eyes wide open, the faint sounds of Vivian’s breathing in her ears. She stared blankly at the ceiling, finding herself unable to fall asleep.

Even though Vivian had set up a protective array by the bed that could guarantee their safety, being in a new, unfamiliar place, especially the chaotic City of Innocence, with two unknown maids in the room next door, all these factors kept Catherine from falling asleep.

With her hands resting beneath her head, Catherine stared at the ceiling in silence, reminiscing about the recent events.

Calling out to the eager Annie who wanted to help everyone, Vivian instructed the excited little banshee and let her shift into her translucent form to search the dark alleyways.

"Do you know how much trouble it is to be with an undead?" Indulgence asked herself. "It’s been just over a hundred years since the Day of the King’s Return. Many long-lived races still remember the tragic battle that killed countless people, often attacking undead on sight due to hatred. You will be attacked as well."

"But Annie is a good child. She has done nothing wrong," she replied to herself. "She should not be treated this way."

"The undead often don’t distinguish between good and bad children," Indulgence was patient in her persuasion. "They only attack the living out of instinct."

"That applies only to the ordinary, unconscious undead," her voice was loud in response. "But Annie is conscious, she’s special."

"That itself is a big problem," sighed Indulgence. "Did you know? In the history of over 3000 years of the Fourth Epoch, there have only been three conscious undead, all of which appeared under very special circumstances. However, in the past century, seven or eight conscious undead have suddenly emerged. Considering that this coincides with the disaster a hundred years ago, don’t you think there might be some connection? This ’good child’ might pose a significant hidden danger."

"But you said it’s a ’might’," her answer was surprisingly firm. "Are we to abandon a child who relies on us due to an ungrounded possibility? And a possibility that just ’might’ lead to a ’hidden danger’? Sorry, you might be right, but my faith tells me that that is not justice. To abandon her, I can’t do it. As long as she remains a good child, I will protect her. I believe we all will protect her, because she’s like a little sister to all of us."

"I knew you would say something like this," Indulgence seemed very helpless at that moment. "Let your little sister appear as little as possible in front of people then, to avoid any bigger troubles."

"Sis, sis," called the little banshee in a crystal-clear voice that was especially clear in the silent night. With her body radiating a faint glow, she opened her arms mid-air and dived into her arms. "I found it, haha. Annie is amazing. She found it at once."

"You found those people?" she was surprised at the little banshee’s speed and stroked her semi-transparent hair. "So quickly? But did you encounter any danger?"

"No, not those people," replied the little banshee, somewhat upset. "I just followed the scent they left behind to where they went, but it’s too dark inside. I was scared and didn’t dare to go in."

"Dark?" She looked up at the moon in the sky. "Forget it. Take us there and let’s have a look."

Letting Annie lead the way, the four of them began to wander around the complex streets of the dark alley area. The farther they went, the more traps they discovered, becoming increasingly dangerous. There were no traces of human activity nearby, only small animals like rats would occasionally stick their heads out from the buildings, their green eyes closely observing the rarely seen creatures.

"It’s indeed here." After about thirty minutes, Indulgence and Passion looked at each other and gave a wry smile. They turned to her and Vivian and said, "Dark, spacious, dry, damp, dirty, clean, dangerous; remember these keywords? The prophecy was indeed accurate. It seems, the place where those people are hiding is indeed the one pointed out in the prophecy."

"It’s just ahead, sis," Annie’s voice was always full of innocence. "There’s a deep hole in that circle of walls, and those people are hiding in that hole."

"An underground cave?" I asked, turning to Indulgence and Passion for explanation. "What exactly is this place?"

"This is a secret of the City of Innocence, or to be more precise, an internal secret of the Shadow Hand. Very few outsiders know about this." Indulgence sighed, explaining to Vivian and I. "Beneath the City of Innocence, about eight hundred to nine hundred meters deep, there’s an enormously vast sewer system— a legacy left behind from the Goblin Empire era. This drainage system covers nearly a thousand square kilometers of land, a wonder in architecture. However, it is a pity that the system was shattered during the cataclysm at the end of the Third Era. Despite the Creator’s attempts to restore the land to its original state, it was merely cosmetic—a lot of the underground was twisted and distorted, no one knows where it went. Yet even so, in the region of the City of Innocence, a complete sewer system, of around two hundred square kilometers, remains. There are four known entrances and exits that lead down. Later on, the higher-ups of the Shadow Hand moved a significant portion of the guild’s functions into this sewer system. Even then, they only occupied about a dozen square kilometers of the area. The rest remains uncontrolled territory, never fully explored by anyone."

"Why not explore it?" I asked, a sense of unease stirring in me. "Is it dangerous?"

"Yes, the numerous magical machines left by the goblins are not very powerful, but they’re seriously annoying. And, ever since a legendary Pathfinder of the Thieves’ Guild disappeared in there about a hundred and thirty years ago, no one has been willing to venture in for explorations, regardless of the improved support nowadays." Indulgence suddenly lost interest. "Never mind, knowing that they are down there is progress enough. It’s too troublesome down there; you don’t need to go in and root them out. Consider your mission complete, we’ll figure out the rest ourselves."

"Do you think my older sister would agree with this?" Knowing my own personality, Vivian jumped in before I could say anything. "If we knew there would be substantial danger before taking on the task, my sister would have never accepted it. But now that we’re halfway, do you think she’d agree to leave the safety of our commissionees behind? If you want to ensure our safety, then help us better prepare so we can continue smoothly, rather than expecting my sister to back down because it’s dangerous and difficult."

"Alright then, consider it carefully tonight." Indulgence made a resigned final decision. "We’ll come see you tomorrow afternoon. If you haven’t changed your minds by then, I’ll tell you everything I know."

"Ha, I’m really not fit to be a leader." Catherine woke from her memories and laughed self-deprecatingly. "For my ideals and persistence, I always draw my family into danger. Why do you consider me family?"

Alternating between worry, self-depreciation, and some anxiety, lulled to sleep by Vivian’s soft breaths, Catherine eventually drifted off into a light sleep.

In the haziness, Catherine knew she dreamt, and in her dream, she seemed to transform into a star in the sky, looking down at all the happenings on the ground from a great height.

This place seemed like the Yarran Continent, yet also not quite. The three sister moons were still dangling high in the sky, but their sizes and angles were obviously abnormal compared to usual, making one question what kind of place this may be.

Under the moonlight was a desolate desert, winds whipping up dust storms that shrouded everything in a hazy veil. At the desert’s edge was a patch of stark white ground - not the white of snow, but an eerie pale white.

"What is that?" Catherine puzzled in her dream, trying to get a clearer look. But as soon as she did, she regretted it. It wasn’t any white ground but an ocean of white bones. Countless undead skeletons crowded together, eating away at the space covered by yellow sands at a frightening speed.

Without warning, a black light curtain illuminated on the front of the wave of skeletons. Covering a large area, it ended tens of thousands of undead, completely obliterated by the black light in the blink of an eye. Yet compared to the ocean of bones stretching to the horizon, this bit of destruction appeared insignificant like a drop of water in the ocean.

The light reappeared, this time transforming into white light. Only then did Catherine notice that the desert facing the undead was not empty. Though too far to see clearly, one could still make out ten or so figures standing their ground in front of the wave of the undead. The white light emitted from those figures swept over the undead like a soft breeze over the sea. Countless undead fell to the ground, devoid of all vitality, never to stand again, yet more undead trampled over the fallen, fearlessly moving forward.

Finally, the figures moved. One, perhaps a knight on a horse, emerged from the group. His body turned into a sharp arrow, charging directly towards the endless wave of the undead.

"Sister, Sister." A clear voice interrupted Catherine’s light slumber, awakening her from her dream. Catherine woke to find a bright sunny day outside the window. The little banshee, Annie, had emerged from her pendant and was asking, "Did you dream too, Sister?"

"’Too’?" Catherine caught the key point. "You dreamt too?"

"Yes, I’ve often had this dream ever since I woke up. So strange, I’ve never seen those strange places and things before, but why would I dream of them?" Annie pouted in annoyance, but quickly gained her cheer back. "I feel like you had the same dream as I did, Sister."

"Yes, perhaps." Catherine dazedly daydreamed, muttering, "What strange dream could this be?" (My novel, "Yarran Adventure Notes," will have even more fresh content on the official WeChat platform. There are also 100% giveaways for everyone! Open your WeChat now, click on the top right "+" sign to "Add Friends," search for the public account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)