I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 425, 1.27-6: A Bouquet of Blessings

At night, the full moon hangs high in the sky, and a gentle breeze blows by, carrying wisps of clouds that obscure the moon, giving it a hazy appearance.

"What is this! They're ignoring me! Am I that scary?!" The little girl sat on a big rock, angrily grabbing at the weeds while muttering to herself.

This was in a desolate wilderness, where even weeds were scarce. Only the owl perched on a withered tree made a "coo-coo-coo" sound, creating a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

"I clearly want to make friends too..." she said softly, swinging her legs and looking up at the moon hidden by clouds.

Unfortunately, everyone was afraid of her.

She sighed softly, picked up the magic hat that was placed to the side, put it on her head, jumped off the rock and was about to walk back, but she paused slightly the next second.

A girl I'd seen during the day was standing not far away.

"Why are you here?" the little girl asked, frowning.

"Why?" Mu Yegui took a step forward, puzzled.

"Isn't that right? Even adults would be scared. I live in a cemetery!" The little girl pointed to a large area of ​​densely packed stone tombstones around her and shouted.

A gloomy and terrifying cemetery—no normal person would go out at night!
"I'm here to see you." Mu Yegui glanced at the surrounding tombstones, then turned his gaze back to the little girl.

The cemetery at night, accompanied by the hooting of owls in the withered trees and the flapping of bats' wings, exuded an eerie atmosphere. The bright moonlight, obscured by clouds, cast an even darker, more unsettling shadow.

The little girl gripped the edge of her hat tightly with both hands, her expression quite complicated.

"Aren't you afraid? I live in a cemetery, and I'm a terrible witch!" If she didn't live in a cemetery, she would have been captured and burned at the stake by the Church long ago. But because she lives in a cemetery, she became a gravedigger.

She should have known that whether she was a gravedigger or a witch, the townspeople feared her because she was an ominous presence who only brought misfortune. Therefore, she didn't need to treat the townspeople as her own.

"What kind of feeling is fear?" Mu Yegui asked, tilting his head.

"You...don't you have any feelings?" the little girl asked in disbelief.

"There probably are, but I can't feel any of the emotions. Is there some kind of magic that allows people to have emotions?" Mu Yegui asked softly.

The little girl frowned in thought, then shook her head regretfully. "No, there's only magic that amplifies human emotions, not magic that gives people emotions." Because magic isn't omnipotent; it's not a miracle.

The little girl frowned and slowly approached Mu Yegui, circling him several times.

"I just can't do anything with you." The little girl shrugged, pretending to be a mature adult, and said, "If you're willing to be my friend, I might consider helping you research magic related to emotions."

She spoke with a smile, not forgetting to peek at Mu Yegui with her eyes slightly open.

As the clouds drifted by, the full moon, now free of its obscurity, once again cast its soft light upon the somber cemetery.

"Were all the dead people here townspeople?" Mu Yegui turned to look at the surrounding tombstones, took a step forward and stood in front of one of them, kneeling slightly as he looked at it.

“Who knows? Anyway, all the dead creatures will eventually be buried here, whether they are human or animal. I was bored so I made a simple division: the large area on the left belongs to the townspeople, the area in the distance on the right is for livestock, the area in the middle on the right is for wild animals, and this area next to me is for people who were once close to me.” The little girl leaned against the tombstone and explained to Mu Yegui.

“An ordinary person’s life is really too short. Before I even realized it, it was already over…” She sighed, her voice carrying a hint of sorrow and sadness that didn’t match her youthful appearance. “May I ask your age?” Mu Yegui asked softly.

"As for age, I'm already a few hundred years old," the little girl said softly, looking up at the full moon. "Some things happened when I was little, and I realized I couldn't grow up anymore. I could only quietly watch my loved ones die, and I've remained like this ever since."

“If I say…” the little girl suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm?" Mu Yegui looked at her, puzzled.

"No, nothing at all." She shook her head, clearly swallowing the words she was about to say.

She turned her back, patted her chest with lingering fear, thank goodness, she almost blurted it out.

Clearly, even after hundreds of years, this person still hasn't improved much in intelligence.

Appearance is directly proportional to intelligence and inversely proportional to age.

Mu Yegui stared at her intently, and immediately knew what she was hiding. So he said, "Are you trying to say that this town has been repeating the same mistakes for hundreds of years?"

"You! You! You! How did you know?!" The little girl suddenly turned around and looked at Mu Yegui in disbelief. She was so frightened that she sat down on the ground with a thud, pointing her trembling finger at Mu Yegui.

"I guessed, but since you admitted it, it seems I wasn't wrong." With his cool, silver eyes fixed on the little girl, Mu Yegui said calmly.

When Mu Yegui saw her hesitant expression, something vaguely flashed through his mind. He then connected it with the little girl's claim that she was hundreds of years old, and guessed that this town was repeating the tragedy of that year.

Of course, the connection to this mainly comes from the dungeon level announced when entering the instance. The level that was increased by 51285 suggests that 51285 people failed and died in this instance.

Each time it fails, repeat the process.

She tentatively voiced her guess, and the little girl's reaction and words directly confirmed her guess.

This town has repeated the same story for hundreds of years, which is why time here is so disordered and completely out of sync with the outside world, and why it has its own independent rules.

"I am Mu Yegui. What is your name?" Mu Yegui turned his head and glanced at the densely packed tombstones on the left, and suddenly asked.

“Annie,” she said.

She was actually quite puzzled as to why Mu Yegui didn't continue speaking, and also puzzled as to why Mu Yegui didn't explain but instead returned to the original topic.

She was really curious!

"When will the Vatican arrive?" Mu Yegui asked thoughtfully, looking at the tombstones.

"Of course, it'll be seven days from now," Annie said with a snort. After saying that, she suddenly realized that she might have said something and quickly covered her mouth.

"As expected, you can't keep secrets. It seems that even hundreds of years from now, your IQ may not be proportional to your age." Mu Yegui put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and quietly looked at her, completely unaware that his words were actually quite venomous.

Annie: "..." This person was really trying to trick her into revealing information from beginning to end, and she actually wanted to be friends with her! It's infuriating!
When Annie mentioned "a piece" nearby, she wasn't referring to a place, but rather a tombstone, and there really was only one of them.

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