Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 722 - 724: Smoke from a Mountain Village, a Cozy Home

Chapter 722 -724: Smoke from a Mountain Village, a Cozy Home

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‘Hmm, the idea of leaving this little mountain village has already been subconsciously overlooked, a tactic within expectations, effective enough against the usual protagonists.’

‘Next, they should be inviting me to stay.’

‘The main character aura is dissipating; this Three Officials Great Emperor really is kind-hearted,’ Qin Muye couldn’t help but comment.

“???” The old man looked confused. What kind of response is that? But he quickly composed himself and then said, “Go, go, go, it’s getting late, and there’s neither a village ahead nor a shop behind. Hurry back home, lest you encounter wild beasts at night.”

‘A blessed land of caves and heavens, Three Mountains and Ten Continents, how could it lack life forms? This can perfectly serve as a node to support the dynamic force field,’ Qin Muye took a liking to this Qi Fortune evolution technique.

‘Yeah, that’s right, my studies are inadequate, my imperial examinations unsuccessful. It’s worth it to study here for the time being, and try for official recognition again when spring arrives next year,’ Qin Muye just made up a story on the spot.

‘Yes, what about it?’ Though it had been a long time since Qin Muye had practiced the profession, he hadn’t officially resigned, so claiming to be a scholar wasn’t entirely wrong.

‘Alright, I’ll leave right away, you keep lying there,’ Qin Muye also replied, the other’s tone may not be too pleasant, but from his answer, it seemed he was reminding him to hurry up and go to avoid trouble.

‘Very good, very good, I’ll go mention it immediately. You wait here for a little while,’ the old man said and hurriedly left, not minding the mud on the ground, splashing himself with mud as he dashed out.

‘The logic is not consistent; it seems there’s been help from a Mechanical Deity,’ Qin Muye narrowed his eyes. This deficit could only be made up by the Three Officials Great Emperor, otherwise, could it simply appear out of nowhere?

‘It’s nothing, just asking a question. This village is in need of a private schoolmaster, and there’s a fair amount of salary involved. I wonder if you, young man, would be willing to stay. If you are, I can help you arrange it,’ the old man was enthusiastic, completely losing the impatience he had shown before.

‘Young man, you are a scholar, aren’t you?’ The old man handed a bowl of hot soup and asked.

‘Where do you come from, young man?’ At the entrance of the village, an old man lying under a tree on a rocking chair, seeing Qin Muye, called out to him.

‘The living beings evolved from Qi fortune, though illusory, they also truly exist.’

‘There’s a big problem here, just the food production alone can’t sustain the entire village, yet the villagers live a life of abundance and comfort. Not only is food plentiful, but they can also eat meat and drink alcohol. Although they have to work the fields, it seems rather pointless.’

‘I come from where I was, and I am going to where I’m headed,’ Qin Muye said with a slight smile, then spoke forthwith.

‘This old man serves as the village chief here. I’ve heard that you, sir, are considering taking in some students at our private school, I’d like to know whether this is true or false,’ the Village Chief got straight to the point.

‘It should be right here.’

‘This looks like they’ve moved the village here,’ Qin Muye affirmed. The author of this volume of writings wasn’t from his region, perhaps had never even been here before.

‘True or false, who can tell?’ Qin Muye speculated that the changes to this mountain village were likely related to the spirituality of the serpent father he had met before.

For instance, regarding meat consumption, each household perhaps had some chickens and ducks, but not many. It couldn’t be that they actually killed them to eat, as more were kept for laying eggs.

And after absorbing it all, there were no problems whatsoever, many times more conscientious than Qin Muye had been; to obtain the main character aura, he had killed a great many protagonists.

But even though Qin Muye said he was leaving, he didn’t move; he just stood outside the village entrance, neither entering nor leaving.

The Village Chief nodded, ‘A noble ambition, sir. The village will certainly not fail to reward you.’

Of course, for Qin Muye, this wasn’t much of an issue. What would trap ordinary people, wouldn’t trap him; he certainly didn’t belong to that category.

Having come in, he would definitely have to stay, the other party gave him an opening, and he would just follow it down. Otherwise, it would be problematic to bring it up himself.

The other party’s tone sounded somewhat impatient, probably because he was annoyed by Qin Muye’s response.

As for pigs and sheep, that was even more absurd. Only a couple of families might have pigs, but sheep were entirely out of the question.

But within the mountain village, they were indistinguishable from normal life forms.

The two chatted for a bit, approximately about the salary and treatment. Surprisingly, the offer was quite good. Not only was there a monthly salary and food allowance, but the students’ parents also gave a monthly tribute. In addition to that, Qin Muye was offered a free house with a courtyard.

Following the old man inside a house and after a quick wipe down, it had already cleared up outside.

Someone uninformed would have agreed on the spot, following the other person home for shelter from the rain.

Glancing back, although it still looked the same, Qin Muye could see through the illusion to the darkness that kept writhing and burgeoning behind him.

In the outskirts, Qin Muye watched the faint wisp of smoke rising not far away.

Even if there was no shortage of food, what about other things?

The old man left quickly and returned just as fast, bringing with him a person about his age, but judging from the clothes, the newcomer was certainly better dressed than the old man.

Before leaving, the Village Chief didn’t specify when school would start, obviously letting Qin Muye decide for himself.

The private school wasn’t too far from his courtyard, just about a ten-minute walk away.

The old man’s face fell as well, feeling Qin Muye was being quite impolite.

There were indeed oxen, but they were for cultivation purposes, and not every household possessed one. The village totaled only ten oxen, which were communal property, reliant on the entire village’s support. Their care in feeding and attendance was meticulous, after all, they were labor resources.

Looking at these conditions, they clearly devised every possible means to retain Qin Muye.

Qin Muye nodded, “Then thank you, I am indeed in need of a place to settle down.”

Following the Village Chief, Qin Muye toured around extensively before finally being settled into the courtyard.

Qin Muye observed everything in the village. Despite its vivid life, they couldn’t leave. Once they did, they would transform from a tangible existence into an ephemeral stroke of destiny.

Qin Muye looked at the muddy ground, feeling a little puzzled, ‘This really is quite real. I thought this rain was only outside, never expected it inside too.’

Qin Muye smiled, “Well then, I’ll inconvenience you.”

Going hunting in the mountains was even more impossible since beyond the village everything was illusion.

So, how did they obtain meat?

The Main Character Aura on him didn’t disappear all at once, but slowly eroded, gradually being absorbed in a ‘dripping water wears away the stone’ fashion. By his estimation, it would take about thirty years to completely assimilate the Main Character Aura on him.

Suddenly, clouds began to gather in the sky, turning into a heavy mass in less than two minutes.

The falsehood was only aimed at the outside world, not this mountain village.

Otherwise, if it were merely a stroke of destiny, it wouldn’t be possible to reach such an outrageous state. It’s just that right now it isn’t very well perfected, similar to the imbalance Qin Muye calculated in his expenditures.

Setting foot in the village, the rain became heavier and heavier, and Qin Muye could sense the region starting to split apart, continuously being dragged into a certain area.

The old man by the side stood up cursing and carried his rocking chair towards his house. Seeing Qin Muye still standing there as he left, although a bit puzzled, he shouted to Qin Muye, “Young man, it’s pouring down; come over to the old man’s house to take shelter for a while.”

Therefore, he followed along. Although unsure of how the other party would arrange for his stay, Qin Muye disliked troubling others, so he made his own way there.

The rain began to fall, and in just a moment, it turned into a downpour.

After gaining the ‘Scholar’s Compendium’, Qin Muye stayed in the city for two days, which brought about another change to his Main Character Aura.

In this mountain village, everything was authentic, and so were the consumptions.

This was not only a subjective consciousness but also influenced by the ‘Emperor’s Shadow’.

To him, it seemed to be a single entity, but through Qin Muye’s eyes, it was divided into two realms, much like the author of ‘Scholar’s Compendium’ once you step in, you might not come out until decades later.

The reason for a two-day pause in the middle wasn’t very clear, but it likely had to do with preparations. Now, considering everything, it indeed seemed so.

He did not just loiter in the city for two days, but used various channels to gather a good deal of information. If not for the sudden anomaly in his Main Character Aura, accompanied by the surrounding changes in destiny, he would have to go to the author of ‘Scholar’s Compendium’s hometown to investigate further.

The whole village had about fifty households at most, which wasn’t many. Coupled with isolation, how could resources possibly suffice?

The reason he hadn’t entered yet was that he was still collecting data.

But he hadn’t expected the other party to be so considerate, preparing everything for him.