mtl008 Chapter 282 Can you take me as your disciple?
Chapter 282 Can you take me as your disciple?
According to the price Song Que planned, they shouldn't actually make much money. After all, the gimmick Song Que gave was that fortune telling and exorcising evil spirits would both cost 10 lang... If the two of them could earn enough for a meal, which costs 30 lang for a bottle of beverage, they would be considered lucky.
But what can you do when Songque has such a silver tongue? After genuinely eliminating the shadow monsters lurking in the homes of Langqiu residents and completing the "purification," while the other party is full of gratitude, Songque always manages to sell "lucky charms," "shadow-fixing talisman water," and "shadow-smoothing spells" worth thousands or even tens of thousands of Langqiu at a "discounted price." Qiong and "Nian Gao" did think about saying things like "fraud is not a good thing," but Songque shut them up with just a few words.
"Oh dear, we're just trying to make a living, aren't we? Don't worry, it's a 30/70 split! With this money, we can bring more things to those kids... Besides, we can solve the problem of getting a lamp that even 100,000 lang can't afford with 100,000 lang. They should thank us!"
In the end, neither Qiong nor "Nian Gao" exposed Song Que—there was nothing they could do, just like Uncle Wolf said: cruel reality is always destroying my noble character...
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"It's getting late, let's go to sleep first, you guys should go to sleep early too?"
In the cabin late at night, Song Que, having eaten and drunk her fill, drifted off to sleep on the new mattress she had just bought. The day's harvest had filled her with hope as she went to sleep—but Qiong and "Nian Gao" had no intention of going to sleep at all.
"If I could earn this much every day, that would be wonderful...hehe."
"rice cake."
"clear!"
Song Que fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, seemingly sleeping quite soundly. This put Qiong at ease, and she took out a thick notebook with a brown cover from the side—that is, Song Que had gotten a large notebook from the shop owner without spending a penny, and it even came with a quill pen and a bottle of ink…
"Hmm, what should I write?"
If he had a choice, Qiong would still prefer St. Freya's touchscreen or a fountain pen to write his pioneering log... A fountain pen would be fine too? Unfortunately, Mars is far behind in communication technology, and they're still using things like phone booths. His precious phone still has a sliver of battery left, but it's getting closer and closer to shutting down... And when he wanted to buy a fountain pen, he was surprised to find that the Martians seemed to have a particularly "classy" style, using only quill pens!
"Qiong, write it!"
After lighting the newly bought lamp, "Nian Gao" kept urging: This is her and Qiong's travel story (not counting Song Que), a memory worth recording and telling everyone!
"Hmm... I can't write it. Why don't you do it?"
Qiong chewed on the quill pen, spreading his hands. To be honest, his mind was still a mess. Although he had experienced a lot of inexplicable things these past two days, from being tied to a train by fireflies to sharing a bed with a snake, there was plenty to talk about.
But if I were to write it as a "pioneer log", I wouldn't know where to begin—if it's just a record, wouldn't that be a diary?
But Qiong is a respectable person. Who writes a diary?
"Me? How do you expect me to come?"
"Nian Gao" twisted its body in mid-air, looking like it was about to pounce and use its tail to lash out and bite him, but how could a stupid snake possibly win against a human?
"Honey, it's too late to write now, let's talk about it tomorrow?"
"Okay, but you have to write it! You have to include me!"
Qiong grabbed the snake's head and gently stroked it. After struggling for three seconds, "Nian Gao" comfortably gave in.
……
Although Songque planned to make a snake nest for "Nian Gao" and even offered to deduct from her 30% share, the thrifty and considerate little snake said she was willing to squeeze in with Qiong. Therefore, even though the environment has improved, Qiong still shares a bed with the snake...
Unlike yesterday when she was overworked, perhaps because she wasn't used to the soft mattress, or perhaps because the python was lying on her chest, Qiong couldn't sleep tonight.
When people can't sleep, they tend to overthink and wander off, but since the snake is on her body and she doesn't want to wake her, Sora can only rely on her imagination: from rescuing Asakura Miyuki in Changkong City (I wonder if she's still alive?), to her first meeting with Kiana, all the way to Ryougi tying him up in the car...
Then Qiong tried not to think about it, because it would make him miss home and friends: he missed Na, the silly girl who went from calling him "Little Gray Hair" to "Dead Gray Hair" after he and Mei got together; he missed his best gaming partner, Bronya; he missed his all-powerful Uncle Yang... and of course, everyone in the academy—and Mei.
What's the point of thinking so much?
Softly muttering to herself, Qiong shifted her attention to the present. Rather than wallowing in melancholy, she should take action and contemplate more meaningful questions, such as…
Why was the baseball bat able to destroy the Shadow Monster?
He casually pulled out his baseball bat and looked his close comrade over; there wasn't a single change... oh, there was. Anna's wax seemed to have completely vanished, not a single speck remained.
Qiong had never mentioned it to anyone, but there should also be a black shadow in his chest. If it was the power of the star core or destruction that dissolved the shadow monster, then why didn't his own baseball bat, which should also have been rubbed out of the shadow, turn into white dust?
He couldn't understand it; it didn't make sense!
In addition, in Qiong's previous view, the Shadow Monster of Mars and the Quantum Shadow were similar things—at least they were both black and had the word "shadow" in their names, so theoretically they would be difficult to deal with, right?
Upon his arrival, he found the Shadow Monsters extremely troublesome; ordinary people were simply unable to mount any effective resistance against them. Even if they weren't stronger than the Quantum Shadows that destroyed the nameless city in the Quantum Sea, they would at least require the use of quantum imaginary properties (and perhaps stardust?) to end their existence—otherwise, the Martians weren't stupid; why didn't they organize a "Destiny" like the current Earthlings, or even create a "Fire-Chasing Moth" plagued by internal strife?
But they didn't. Among the countless Martians, they only created the "Seven Arts" and formed the Lamp Organization with ordinary people to carry out sporadic resistance or even divide the world to avoid war.
Honestly, when I was saving Scudder, I still thought the Shadow Monster was a powerful enemy on Mars—where is there no fear and shadow? The sun sets, and people are afraid, so how can you fight such a conceptual enemy unless you are possessed by the Herrscher of Knowledge? The "Awakening" is an existence that cannot be destroyed or killed even if it does not condense into a physical form. It is the absolute overlord of Mars and the chosen one.
Until he activated his Stardust Ace to light up his bat and save Scudder, and the following day, at Sparrow's urging, he took on several jobs to clean up the Shadow Disasters...
Can a team that can't even withstand a single blow, or even fall before the baton is even seen, be called a formidable opponent?
LOL. If the shadow is a Martian calamity, then even if Qiong isn't a hero, he's at least a shadow hunter.
Although it was actually the sparrows collecting the money.
As Qiong was pondering, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the wooden house.
"Rice cake, sparrow, wake up!"
"Hmm... Is it dawn yet?"
Qiong gently patted "Nian Gao" and then pushed Song Que. The place Song Que chose was not like Amber Street. It would be strange if anyone came here in the middle of the night! Either it was a shadow monster attacking, or Song Que's enemies had their eyes on this place.
After signaling "Nian Gao" to be quiet, Qiong took out a baseball bat, put it around her neck, muttered "rules," picked up the shiny bat, and walked towards the door of the cabin.
"Excuse me... do Master Songque and Master Baishu live here?"
"Oh? A guest?"
"That sound..."
"Is that Sister Lamp?"
If she had to pick a few Martians who were close to Kiana, she would say without hesitation: Lamp and Baiji.
"Yes, that's right."
Kyō opened the door, and in the moonlight and the glow of the baseball bat, a chestnut-haired woman with a troubled expression stood in the doorway.
"I apologize for disturbing you so late at night... I didn't mean to visit at this time, it's just that..."
Before she even mastered the "Art of Destruction," Saffron left a wonderful first impression on Pine Sparrow: she was not good with words.
Perfect for being a fat sheep!
"Oh! Don't mention it! In our line of work, it's all about fate, whether it's early or late! But how did you find this place?"
“Scudder told me that the White Magic Master here with the talking snake is extremely skilled at eliminating Shadow Monsters, and he dealt with quite a few Shadow Monsters for the residents of Langqiu today…”
Saffra bypassed the sparrow and stared blankly at the sky.
"Although I know Scudder isn't the kind of person who talks big, I didn't expect you to be so efficient! I'm just a newcomer to the Lamp organization, and I've always wanted to do more... Could you take me on as your apprentice? Please, I'm willing to give you everything I have!"
The sparrow secretly rejoiced, thinking, "What a fool I've been! Aspiring students are actively seeking out masters and willing to pay exorbitant tuition fees—isn't that...?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Safray, I don't know how to teach apprentices."
"You know my name?"