Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 353 Emma
"This oil painting is quite nice, this bow is also nice, and so is this wooden violin stand."

Emma, ​​the spirit, was having a lot of fun. The changes of the times brought so many new things, and she just happened to be someone who liked change.

The air queen, using the alias Mary, made a lot of money, but she spent it all in a short time.

These heroic spirits, who are completely indifferent to money, have a very short time in the mortal world and spend money without restraint.

The rented house was already piled with too many random collectibles, most of which were worthless but were all new items produced in the last few hundred years.

New art painting styles, improved woodworking for aiming assistance, new musical instrument structures—these things that seem obvious to outsiders have a fresh and exciting feel to Emma.

Even those popular picture frames, small toys, and folk tunes from over a decade ago are novelties worth collecting for her.

If her hobby is merely about spending money, then her next hobby will be something that would bankrupt someone with little wealth.

"So cute, warm and sticky, so wonderful! I bought it!"

After buying the mutated, furry creature from an alchemist by the roadside, Emma acquired her twenty-seventh strange pet.

In this era, collecting inanimate objects doesn't actually cost much, but collecting living things is really expensive.

The cost of preparing a new pet's living space, food, toys, and so on adds up to a considerable sum.
"Uh, are you all done eating again? This isn't the wilderness; hunting is such a hassle."

Her pets included a primitive war elephant that could serve as a war machine, a six-ton ​​carnivorous wyvern, and a troop of demonized apes. The meat and vegetables piled up in a small room were only enough to feed them for one day.

Food is extremely precious in this era.

The extravagance of keeping so many "pets" probably exceeds the limits of what is acceptable for a noble family.

"This can't go on. Go find a short-term job."

Her time is limited, and she can only take on short-term tasks, considering her required income and skill level.
Are there any quests related to dragons, demons, or giant beasts? Preferably one-off hunting quests.

She proactively sought out the adventurers' workplace to obtain the most challenging and difficult short-term missions.

This is naturally a good thing for the work department, as there are too many crucial tasks waiting for people to keep busy.

Recently, a highly dangerous dragon hunting commission came up. Naturally, this commission fell to Rean.

This is the cause and effect of fate, and also an inevitability.

She went to meet her client at the agreed time.

"Hmm, this house doesn't seem like the kind of place someone could afford this much money."

She didn't have any discriminatory thoughts; she was just curiously looking at this small building in the "working-class area."

Why would someone who can offer a bounty for a "dragon-slaying mission" live in such a small building?

For people like them, observing and reflecting on their surroundings is an instinct. Any slight discord can become a sign of crisis. In a sense, this is an overly realistic form of paranoia.

"A trap? A cult?"

She stood outside the small building, her long ears twitching unconsciously as she gathered information from her surroundings.

The next moment, she suddenly realized.

"A paladin? This smell... a pure Oath Paladin? No wonder." Emma, ​​who smelled the scent of "Radiance" and "Oath," filled in the blanks in her mind.

She scratched her head and found an explanation.

Since the people living here are masochists, it's probably not a trap.

"If it's a paladin, then it's a dragon-slaying quest? That should make things a little easier." True veteran adventurers are often not worried about the quest itself, but rather about their teammates and employers.

As an opponent, a stubborn paladin can be troublesome, but as a teammate, they can also be troublesome, though at least you don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back.

"Hello, is anyone there? I'm here to accept a mission."

Emma could hear the sounds of swords clashing inside, smell the radiant light in the air, and even vaguely sense the waves of the "Evil-Slaying Slash".

Pretending not to know, she was still calculating the possible rewards. Paladins were trustworthy, but they generally didn't have much money, and in extreme cases, the distribution of loot (plundering) could also go wrong.

She slowly walked in and saw the figure, shirtless, intently wielding a sword.
Looks familiar, let me take a closer look. How strange, let me take another look.

A familiar background, but completely unfamiliar holy light—wait, this lazy dog ​​is actually cultivating?! And he even has "merit points" on him?!

Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. Why don't I go take a nap and look at it again later?

"No way, this time it's a paladin?! And the most conservative kind at that?! And wasn't he supposed to be in a conscious state?"

Emma was deeply shocked. She was also a successor of the "heroic spirit" and, in a sense, a disciple of Li Ensu in his awakened state.

In her time, Lee Eun-suk was not a bad person, but he was definitely not one of the Paladins.

To be precise, they are the group that the paladins will be keeping a close eye on.

"That lazy, cowardly scumbag who only gets things done for personal gain has actually become a paladin?!" Emma was a little confused. When she met "Li Ensu," he was already hardly a human being anymore.

If Li Ensu, this transmigrator, were truly allowed to act freely without the guidance of the heroic spirit Su Er, it's hard to say what Li En would become. This chameleon, mixed in with a filthy environment, it's only natural that he would quickly become corrupted.

Good guy Li Ensu? She fell silent. This rare, mutated teacher... she was thinking of inviting her sisters to come and see him.

"Oh, is this Ms. Emma? The association informed me that it will be over soon."

The person he was supposed to meet arrived, and Rean, shirtless, sped up his sword practice, quickly completing the last two sets of training.

"Uh!"

Suddenly, he froze, feeling as if he were being stared at by some ferocious beast!

From top to bottom, from back to toe, everything was seen through. No, it was licked!

A ferocious beast lurks behind you, ready to open its mouth and swallow you whole at any moment.

Sweat dripped down his back, and Rean's body trembled uncontrollably. This was the closest he had ever come to death.

"At least, see who it is."

He turned around abruptly, only to see an "ordinary person." Rean couldn't even tell whether the person in front of him was a superhuman.

Long ears, long legs, and a slender supermodel figure. Isn't that the circus performer from before? Oh right, the aerial acrobatic queen.
“Miss Mary.” Rean was a little confused. Had he misperceived something?
The person in front of me is beautiful, but is she really that monster who seems ready to devour people at any moment?
"I am Emma Nuka," the tall, smiling rabbit-woman said, revealing her real name.

"Oh, sorry, I remembered wrong."

"You're not mistaken, that's a stage name, but it's not important."

It's a tradition for Heroic Spirits to use pseudonyms and aliases, as it's common sense to avoid information leaks and being targeted. But after Emma confirmed that the people here didn't know who she was, she couldn't be bothered to use aliases anymore.

“Well then, Ms. Nuka.”

"Just call me Emma, ​​that's what my master calls me."

The rabbit-man said with a smile, adding casually.

“I am an orphan, so I have no parents. My master raised me.”

"Oh," Rean opened his mouth, somewhat unsure how to respond.

It's good that the other person is friendly and easy to get along with, but is it a bit too intimate to mention one's orphanhood on the first meeting?

But right now, the top priority is still the important matter of hunting dragons.

"What kind of reward do you want?" Rean did not doubt the other party's strength. The life-threatening situation just now should not be an illusion. The other party was far stronger than himself.

The other party is here to take on a task, and the first thing to discuss is the payment.

"Give me whatever you think is fair," Emma said with a smile, giving an answer that was far too outrageous.

"Ah." Before Rean could even respond, he saw Emma stride into the small building.

"As a partner, please arrange a room for me. What should we have for dinner? Don't let my rabbit-person appearance fool you, I only eat meat and have a strong palate. Do you know how to make spicy rabbit head?" The woman, very familiar with Rean, entered his home.

(End of this chapter)