EFB Chapter 23 Isn't this a piggy bank?
Chapter 23 Isn't this a piggy bank?
Terra said goodbye to the slime, who watched Terra fall to her death with great reluctance, saying that she would definitely take good care of the house!
After Terra left, the guard slime went to find the robot.
"Bili Pulu~ (Playing with me)"
……
"Bili Puji~ (Why aren't you saying anything?)"
……
No matter what the guard slime said, the robot just stood there blankly, staring into her eyes.
*
In the Adventurers' Guild in Mi City.
The receptionist handed the old man a form to fill out.
That's how the Adventurers' Guild works. They sound like adventurers, like they're exploring the world's wonders, but actually, robbery and theft are the tasks their guild receives most often.
Although there are many powerful individuals in guilds across the land, one of the major roles of the Adventurers' Guild is to fill the gaps in the reach of the lords' armed forces.
Terra has been reborn, right there in the matchbox-sized house in front of the Adventurers' Guild.
Yes, this fully verifies the feasibility of the new version of the "round trip bed".
Stepping out of the little matchbox, Terra dug up a tombstone on the street amidst the astonished gazes of those around her, and entered the guild hall, where she saw an old NPC wearing a yellow question mark headdress.
The adventurers around were excited to rush up to the old man when they saw the question mark on his head, and then they saw the old man from Terra walk over.
The adventurer, who had already struck up a conversation with the old man, saw Terra approaching and immediately told the old man, "I won't answer anymore," then bowed ninety degrees to Terra and said, "Please, go ahead."
The receptionist propped her chin on her hand and looked at Terra: "She clearly has the strength of a Gold-level or higher, but she insists on staying in the guild doing these tasks, and even helping people find pigs."
"Hey, it's your turn to play." Under the counter, another receptionist patted her calf and whispered.
The waitress maintained her smiling posture, secretly took the cards from her colleague, and furtively looked down at them.
The old man was terrified of Terra. He had seen the guy fall to his death with his own eyes, so how come he was still alive and kicking?
The old man said, "I won't accept it! And just one adventurer? That's too few!"
Terra ignored them and directly opened the old man's chat window. The old man, now under control, said insincerely, "Our pigs have been stolen! Please help us, Mr. Terra!"
Terra: "You agree, right?"
Just then, Mana1 finished her daily lottery task and came out of the basement when she saw Terra chatting with an old man.
Is Terra accepting a mission?
Mana 1 got excited, ran over, raised her hand, and said, "I'll go too."
The receptionist chimed in, "This blocky man named Terra means you no harm, and his professional skills are among the best in the company. If you still don't trust him, Ms. Mana will accompany you. Now you can rest assured."
The old man still disagreed.
The waiter clicked his tongue inwardly.
Ugh, what a hassle this old man is.
Terra thought to himself, "Why is this NPC being so hypocritical?" A question mark appeared above his head as he opened the old man's chat window again.
The old man, who was vehemently demanding a replacement just a moment ago, suddenly straightened up and said to Terra, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Terra. Please come with me."
Terra thought there was a bug when she accepted the mission.
Mana 1 stood by the counter, pen in hand, preparing to sign the service form. She said, "Sir, may I leave now?"
The old man sighed and said, "Okay." He then rubbed his back, which had suddenly stiffened.
Upon hearing this, Terra immediately bent over towards Mana1, placed the mage on her head, and then went outside to place the parrot on her head. An old man was sitting on the parrot, suspended in mid-air.
set off!
*
Two kilometers west of Micheng is the village where the old man lives.
On the way, Mana asked the old man about the general situation.
The old man said, "Our village is located on the main road into Mi City, so we live a relatively comfortable life. Many traveling merchants will stop by our village before entering the city."
"However, the recent goblin rampage has led to a significant decrease in the number of traveling merchant groups coming here, making life more difficult for everyone."
"But even if things are bad, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Soon a group of bandits set their sights on us. There is only one resident soldier sent by the lord in our village now. I heard that the other soldiers have been dispatched to clear the pilgrims' path that has been harassed by goblins."
"The village's one soldier can't handle so many bandits, so we have no choice but to ask the Adventurers' Guild for help."
*
In the woods next to the village.
The lone soldier was surrounded and attacked by the bandits. He gripped an iron sword with both hands, and the only piece of armor on his body, the breastplate, rose and fell with his breathing.
In front of the soldier stood a man dressed in a dark green short-sleeved shirt; he was the leader of the gang of robbers.
"Brother, do you really have to resist like this? We're just here to loot some things. Look, we need to eat too. Just pretend you didn't see us, and we'll share some of the money and supplies we get with you. Wouldn't that be better?"
"You're talking nonsense!"
The gang leader tilted his head, looked away, and whistled.
The next instant, an arrow suddenly pierced the soldier's head, passing through his left ear to his right, and knocked him to the ground.
Looking at the stubborn and clueless guy lying in a pool of blood, the bandit leader curled his lip: "Who told you to let my suggestions go in one ear and out the other? If you can't put my words in your ears, then I'll have to put something else in them."
He walked among the robbers and glanced at the things they had just stolen from the village: a pig, a large bag of wheat flour, a wooden barrel of homemade wine, and a few bags of loose copper coins.
The bandit leader nodded, walked to the soldier's corpse, squatted down, pulled the arrow out of his head, and wiped it clean. Arrows were rare resources and could not be left here.
He also tore off the soldier's iron sword and breastplate. These were good items; now they were his.
"Brothers, let's retreat!"
*
When Terra and Mana arrived in the village, it was already afternoon. Upon entering the village square, they saw a group of villagers gathered around a body, with a dead body in the center of the circle.
Terra bent over and put the two of them down, then put the bird back on her head. The three of them went over to see what was going on.
"Ah, village chief, you're back! What's this?"
Everyone was startled by the appearance of the Terra Block Man.
The old man said, "They are adventurers I invited. They may look a bit ugly, but they are said to have the ability to subdue bandits."
Mana interrupted, "We're not ugly."
Hearing the village chief say that, everyone felt a little relieved.
At this moment, the villagers saw an exclamation mark bubble appear above the square figure's head, and it ran straight towards a pigsty belonging to a family in the village.
Inside the pigpen, a large white pig was lying on a pile of straw, staring blankly at the humans who fed it every day. Then, a blocky figure appeared in its field of vision and walked over.
It grunted twice and heard the other party make a sound that a pig couldn't understand.
"Oh dear, I didn't expect the new version to put the piggy bank in such a place~ I thought I could only get it by finding a merchant."
Terra will no longer have to worry about losing all her coins every time she dies; she can just put them directly into her piggy bank.
The villagers rushed over to see what this strange, blocky figure was up to.
What came into their view was a sight they would never forget.
Mana 1 watched Terra's actions towards the pigs and couldn't help but facepalm. She thought, "Miss Elf, are you even going to desecrate the villagers' pigs? Even with a doll as a disguise, you can't just do whatever you want!"
At this moment, the poor pig was being tightly controlled by Terra, its mouth agape, forced to swallow large quantities of gold, silver, and copper coins. It was emitting desperate, hoarse cries.
The villagers had never heard a pig squeal so pitifully when they slaughtered it.