Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 183 Perfect Miss
Rean woke up from a nightmare.

In his dream, snakes danced wildly, and countless large female snakes surrounded him, trying to bind him into a ball.

Just as he finally managed to break free and was about to escape, the little black snake happily blocked his path.

"Are you happy? This is the magnificent harem I've created for you!"

"Happy my ass! Holy crap!"

Just as Rean was about to pounce on the snake, determined to deliver a good punch even if he couldn't win, he suddenly found himself unable to move.

A pale purple snake tail and a snow-white snake tail had somehow wrapped around his feet, dragging him backward!

"I'll be back!" he screamed.

Then he was dragged back to the snake ball's room.
"Aaaaaah, that damn snake!!"

"What's wrong! Can't a person get some sleep in the middle of the night?!"

Rean was awakened by a nightmare, and then bitten by a snake. Still half asleep, he tried to bite back, but then drifted back to sleep.

"The nightmare can continue?!" He was back in that nightmare again.

In the morning, he was unusually awakened by the aroma of creamy soup and toast.

Perhaps the oath had drained his physical strength, or perhaps the nightmare had exhausted his mental energy. Not only did he miss his morning exercise time, which was unusual for him, but he also woke up feeling inexplicably tired instead of refreshed.

"It's not my fault. That armor took a part of you. Isn't it normal to be weak for a few days?" Rean got a seemingly plausible answer from the snake.

"Hoo! Kill them!"

The shouts of killing emanating from outside the window, tinged with children's voices, caught Rean's attention.

He looked out the window into the yard and saw little Lana waving a small wooden stick. Her posture was surprisingly precise.

This doesn't look like a child playing; it looks more like a little soldier practicing.

“Miss Lana? It started a few days ago. She said she wanted to practice early, so she would hit herself with a wooden stick.” Rean got a somewhat unexpected answer from the maid.

"Tsk tsk tsk, even if the memories of the soul have been erased and the evolution of the body has been eliminated, the instincts and the flesh still remember some things? Pretty good little guy."

Rean fell silent, recalling his sudden inspiration from the previous day.

If she truly still possesses physical memories and aptitude, the possibility of her being dragged into the Hall of Heroes is not low.

"Are you stupid?" But the snake looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Those with extraordinary abilities live on the edge, seemingly glamorous but constantly at risk of death. Isn't it right to hope she's happy and carefree?"

"You think this is a peaceful Earth? This is a bastard world where the strong can make the weak lick your shit. She can live carefree now only because she's under your protection." Lana can be naive because Rean isn't.

While soldiers may die on the battlefield at any moment, those who are not soldiers are more likely to die at the hands of thugs. Being an extraordinary person at least allows one to control one's own destiny.

The snake's words startled Rean, who immediately realized that they must be the truth.

After arriving in this world, he encountered everyone who had an almost instinctive desire for power (except for Suliman). This was the general social atmosphere, and there were naturally reasons for its formation.

The peace of this city could be overthrown at any moment. Even a beautiful girl could suffer misfortune at any time if she stayed in the city. It was impossible to follow someone around 24 hours a day. Even a small kingdom could be destroyed, let alone an individual in a great era.

Having power is not only the right to development, but also a real right to survival.
"Breakfast will be delayed a little while I go check on things," Rean sighed and walked into the courtyard.

He watched the girl earnestly swinging her baton, noticing her focused eyes and the constant dripping of sweat, and gradually made up his mind.

"Friend, do you want to become stronger?" Rean asked calmly.

"Yes!" the little girl replied decisively.

"Why!"

"I don't know, but I always feel like it's wrong if I don't get stronger! I'll get eaten!" As she said this, the girl gave a cute shiver, as if she really saw some man-eating monster.

The little girl's words made Rean chuckle, but then a strange sadness washed over him.

This is the deepest instinct of a girl who has lost everything; she understands the essence of the world better than Rean himself.
“Then I’ll teach you, that should be faster,” Rean said, picking up a stick and beginning his instruction.

He recalled how he had taught Dimon before. It didn't seem to be working well; he should take it easy.

But you know what? The little one is surprisingly talented; her battlefield instincts and acumen far surpass those of Damon and even Rean himself. Her progress is frighteningly fast; she can instantly imitate any action after just a few demonstrations.

Perhaps, it really is just something picked up again after being forgotten.

"Is it so hard to honestly admit that this is a genius who is better than you?" But the snake revealed the truth in a single sentence.

Leisure time always passes the fastest. In the blink of an eye, Rean spent the whole day playing with Lana and reading a book. This was extremely rare for Rean, who never stopped working.

This often means that many people who are too busy to remember their poor Suliman are once again forced to work overtime like crazy by the princess.

"Doctor? Is there a doctor?"

But as evening fell, a weary voice broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

Rean looked out the window and saw several people standing in the courtyard, one of whom, a dwarf warrior, seemed to be shouting in a daze.

"Uh, simple treatments, I can handle that."

The maid that Rean had hired had already walked over.

They seemed to know each other?
Rean was a little confused. How come these people were so familiar with his yard? They had already taken out tool bags and pouches from the small wooden house next to him.

When did they put their luggage in the yard?

Rean slowly walked down and then saw that the group entering the courtyard was a typical adventure team.

Their situation was rather bad; most of them were injured, the most seriously wounded being a centaur female knight with a very obvious gash on her shoulder, blood constantly seeping from the bandage. Even Rean could see that if it wasn't treated properly, her right shoulder and right hand would be ruined.

"This is..." The cook also came out to see what was going on, and Rean asked directly.

Then, the other person looked at him as if he were an alien.

"Isn't this your tenant?"

"What?!" Rean was completely dumbfounded. He had tenants?!

But at that moment, the cook, who was also suspected to be one of Suliman's people, suddenly realized something.

"Oh, right, you haven't been back for more than a few days, so you probably haven't seen them."

With the help of the cook and maid, Rean then remembered the recruitment lease he had signed earlier.

At the time, it was handled by a merchant guild (under Suliman's command), which was to rent out the vacant rooms and wooden houses in the yard to a trustworthy mercenary/adventurer team.

Rean's courtyard has at least eight empty rooms, enough for two squads to rent.

They all need repair, but for adventurers who are just looking for a place to stay, they can lie down in the wild and are too lazy to renovate.

Rean can get some rent (4 gold coins a month, which he couldn't refuse before), and he can also have a more reliable guard team.

Rean was so busy that he could count the number of days he slept in his own yard this month on his fingers, and naturally forgot about the matter.

The chamber of commerce entrusted with this task knew that it was entrusted by her future husband, the head of the family, so how could they not take it seriously?

They naturally pushed hard, leveraging their connections to find a high-quality, reliable, and trustworthy adventure team.

They even got the Adventurers' Guild to vouch for him, ensuring his integrity and outstanding potential.

As a result, when the squad arrived, Rean wasn't home, and since he was away most of the time, there was no way to expect him to return in time.

The Chamber of Commerce, having already been granted full authority, directly signed a contract with the team, and the team then put the vacant room to use.

"The adventurers have been deep in the underground ruins these days, and have had very little time to return home. They may have missed you entirely."

Rean was speechless. He didn't need to "perfectly miss" the opportunity; if he came back any day, Rean would most likely not be there.

Both of them work in professions where they are away from home most of the time, and as a result, they have been renting for more than half a month without ever meeting each other.

Given how busy Rean was, no servant had a chance to find him and specifically remind him. After a while, everyone assumed that he already knew!
"Uh, I have no objection." Rean sighed. He didn't care much about the four gold coins anymore, but kicking the other party out now would be too inhumane.

"What happened?" Weren't they an excellent adventure team? How did they get so badly injured?

"I don't know what happened. The monsters in the underground ruins suddenly appeared and went berserk." Well, it seems to be related to Rean as well, making it even more difficult to catch up.

(End of this chapter)