Chapter 78

Mist shrouded the farm that never saw the light of day all year round; on both sides of the road, wheat ears as tall as two people rubbed against each other in the wind, making a fine rustling sound.

The tinnitus gradually worsened; Aiding pressed his throbbing temples, his knuckles turning pale from excessive force.

A non-existent whisper sounded in his mind, as annoying as the sound of iron chains being dragged across stone slabs.

Aiding's footsteps slowed down involuntarily; in his staggering, he found that his companions had already walked more than ten steps ahead, their figures about to be swallowed by the swaying wheat waves...

In a trance, a warmth like a stream suddenly washed over his back, and a pale golden halo spread from his shoulders and neck to his whole body.

The incessant buzzing sound disappeared without a trace in an instant; even if it was only temporary, it made Aiding feel incomparably comfortable.

"Are you okay? You should tell me early if you feel unwell!" A freckled face blocked the drooping wheat ears, and the priest gently helped up the swaying Aiding.

Shaking his gradually clearing head, Aiding broke free from this somewhat ambiguous posture.

"Sorry, my problem, thank you, Fan..."

The name was on the tip of his tongue but got stuck; the priest... what was her name again?

The priest seemed not to notice this, just smiling and saying: "We're teammates, let's go, we're about to lose them."

Right, can't lose them!

The Abyss requires more cooperation than other dungeons.

Walking quickly to catch up, he found the two standing in front of a barn door.

The thief was trying to pick the lock, and the warrior, seeing them catch up, scolded: "Why are you so slow? Is this kid dragging us down?"

The warrior's eyes aimed at Aiding, but the priest stepped forward and said: "It was my fault for being delayed, I'm very sorry."

Seeing the priest take the responsibility, the warrior didn't say anything more and quieted down to wait for the thief to pick the lock.

Click—

"Done!"

Following the thief's whistle, the barn door was pushed open, and the rotten oak door bolt made a teeth-grinding friction sound.

After entering, everyone was shocked by the scene before them—gold coins, a barn full of gold coins!

The thief's deerskin boots sank into the pile of gold coins, and he picked one up to examine it carefully: "Ancient Kingdom gold coins! Hit the jackpot!"

The warrior and the thief pounced on it, countless gold coins were scooped up and then fell through their fingers.

"Hahahaha! This must be the secret treasure of this floor!" The warrior emptied his backpack and stuffed handfuls of gold coins into it.

The priest was still relatively restrained, but excitement also flickered in her eyes.

Only Aiding, the newcomer, stood blankly outside the barn, at a loss.

"What... what are you doing?"

In Aiding's eyes, he didn't see a single gold coin of what they were talking about, only a barn full of grain.

Buzz—

The tinnitus started again; looking up again, the grain disappeared, replaced by a barn full of gold coins.

The warrior's backpack was already full of gold coins, unable to stuff in any more.

"No, this isn't right, this is a trap! Get out!"

Aiding tried his best to remind them loudly, but the warrior and the thief turned a deaf ear, only focused on collecting their "gold coins."

The priest seemed to be in a better situation; at least she heard Aiding's reminder, but her first reaction was to turn back and cast 【Remove Curse】 for the two teammates who had completely sunk into it.

Her subconscious kindness caused her to miss the chance to escape.

Claws with the smell of rot grazed past Aiding's front, and one after another, straw men crawled out from the wheat fields on both sides.

Aiding could only be forced to retreat step by step, even nearly being caught several times.

After retreating far enough, looking back, the straw men had already filled the barn...

Should save them... at least should save the priest...

Thinking this clearly, his feet were running wildly on the road he came from. The auditory hallucinations appeared again; this time no one helped him dispel them, could he... still escape?

It was getting darker and darker around him; Aiding reached out, wanting to pull away the darkness blocking his front—

"Hmm?"

The coarse cloth window screen was pulled open violently, and the morning light of midsummer poured in like spilled hot milk; the white light made his eyelashes tremble.

Aiding reflexively raised his elbow to block his eyes, moved his body to sit up against the wall.

The back of his head pressed against the cold wall bricks, using his palms to press his throbbing temples, as if this could squeeze the dream fragments out of his mind.

The fatigue after the nightmare made him feel like he had been put in a sack and beaten all night.

When his peripheral vision swept over the strange woman beside him, her chestnut long hair was spread out on the wrinkled pillow.

What did he do last night?

Right, mushrooms!

Picking up the small bag of green mushrooms that was still left by the bed, he threw them all into the trash can with a look of disgust.

"Damn sleep aid."

He had originally heard that this thing could help with sleep, so he got some; he didn't expect it to help with sleep, but it made him have such dreams!

The nightmare that hadn't bothered him for fifteen years was actually reawakened by a few broken mushrooms.

Really, and he said he would rest well to replenish his energy for the dungeon; after this sleep, his spirit was even worse.

Anyway, there were 5 days...

Aiding buried his head back into the quilt.

"That priest... what was her name again?"

——

In the adventurer guild.

Mirabelle threw the mission acceptance record on the table; standing by the desk was the girl who had been on the night shift last night.

"Who are these Housailei and Housaite? When did these two appear among the Diamond-rank adventurers? Didn't you feel something was wrong with these two names when you filled out the form?"

"But... but they both have guild identity cards..." The girl felt a bit aggrieved; she had done everything according to the rules.

"Forget it, forget it..." Mirabelle waved her hand, letting the girl leave the office.

In fact, she also knew that this couldn't be blamed on the girl; a level 56 illusionist wanting to fool an ordinary girl was easy.

Even if she were the one there, she might not necessarily be able to see through it.

She was just irritable; these adventurers were one more troublesome than the other.

First there was the Begoen team confidently sending their heads, and then came this confident Aiding, wanting to do a team mission alone.

But what if this guy died?

Did she have to issue another S-rank slaying mission?

Mirabelle flipped through Aiding Kral's information page by page, her eyebrows rising higher the more she flipped.

From his resume, this guy wasn't doing this for the first time.

He liked to take exploration missions, whether individual or team-based; when encountering team missions, he would use illusions to muddle through.

Because the mission completion rate was quite high, and even if he failed, he could bring back quite a bit of useful intelligence, other branches seemed to have a tacit attitude toward this?

And so far, there had been no record of him being seriously injured.

Oh...

There was one.

When he was a newcomer, he experienced a team wipeout in the Scarecrow Abyss; out of a 4-person group, only he returned, and because of a curse, he developed the problem of loss of taste.

After that, he changed his activity range and never went to the Scarecrow Abyss again, but wandered between other dungeons, and came to Dumb Wind Town after the magic tide.

He looks like a guy with some ability; anyway, there aren't many Diamond-rankers in Dumb Wind Town right now, so it's fine to let him try.