Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 165 Dea! Dea!
'Oh dear, dear, Haven, Haven.'

As soon as the mysterious egg saw Havent about to leave, it instantly lost its composure. This time, even He-Man, who was squatting to the side covering his nose, noticed something was wrong.

The suspected dragon egg, which had been stored in the family warehouse for nearly a hundred years, was now emitting a faint light. For a moment, Heman forgot the pain in his nose and stared wide-eyed at the egg in front of him.

"My God, this egg is really alive! I always thought my old man had bought a fake."

Hearing the chubby boy's lament, Haven couldn't help but roll his eyes. He could only say that this was truly a merchant family; even after being scammed, they stubbornly insisted on finding the next sucker.

"What do you want? Let me tell you, I won't casually associate with someone like you whose origins are unknown and whose background is unclear."

He-Man covered his nose with both hands; the nosebleed had stopped by now, though he looked a bit disheveled. He was surprised to see Havel talking to himself about the dragon egg, but then he listened carefully and found that there was indeed no sound.

"Havent, are you talking to it?"

"Ah~ right, this egg wants me to take it with me."

After listening again and confirming that he really hadn't heard anything, Heman gave up. Although he was just an ordinary person and not a professional, his extensive knowledge made the chubby boy realize that this might be something like telepathy.

However, this type is more common among classes like Druids and Summoners. On the other hand, his good brother Havel, whom he clearly remembered as a mage, although he was also an outstanding fighter, did not seem to have shown any corresponding abilities or talents in this area.

"Um... I want you to take it with you?"

Heyman repeated himself somewhat uncertainly, and only continued after seeing Havent nod affirmatively:
"Then this egg is for you, as a symbol of our friendship."

Haven, who was arguing with the unknown egg, immediately turned around when he heard He-Man's words.

"Give it to me? No need, no need. I didn't intend to take it with me anyway. Besides, your Hoylund family has kept this egg for nearly a hundred years. You can't just give it to me for no reason!"

The chubby boy responded with great bravado, waving his hand dismissively.

"It's nothing, I'll just give it to you. It would be too formal for us friends to say anything like that. Come to think of it, we've known each other for so long, and I've never given you a gift before. I was even going to give you that branch of the Tree of Life at a friendly price, but you didn't like it."

Since you seem interested in this dragon egg, I'll just give it to you as a token of our friendship.

Looking at the arrogant Heman, Haven didn't want to take advantage of him, but he also understood that although he had always wanted to create the impression that they were equal friends and that he didn't know Heman to take advantage of him, there was a gap between the upper-class nobles and ordinary nobles, and the reality that although they were both ranked in the top three, their confidence was different.

All of this made He-Man, who had been accustomed to being in a good position since childhood and never offending anyone, still subconsciously want to please himself. Even though he tried his best not to show the aristocratic air during their interactions, the chubby boy's ingrained memories would still show up subconsciously.

"Well, alright then. Since you've put it that way, how about a friendly price? After all, it's something your family has treasured for so long, it wouldn't be right for me to just take it."

"It's alright. It's alright, Haven, you can keep it. It's a priceless item. It's been put up for auction several times, but it always failed to sell. So we stopped thinking about selling it and it's just been sitting in the warehouse."

"If you hadn't come today, who knows how much longer this dragon egg would have remained here? Maybe it would still be here when I have a son."

Since He-Man, the chubby boy, had already said that, Haven couldn't say anything more. After all, if he refused again, it would hurt He-Man's feelings. Although the chubby boy usually seemed cheerful to everyone, he was actually a very sensitive person inside.

"Alright then, thanks a lot, He-Man."

After expressing his gratitude, Haven turned to look at the egg that was emitting a faint glow.

"Are you satisfied now? Come with me, and I'll see how to make it. Should I make a fried egg or a steamed egg custard?"

As she spoke, she picked up the egg from the mat; it was a bit heavier than she had imagined. It felt quite warm and smooth to the touch, like holding a hand warmer.

Haven even subconsciously tossed the egg up and bounced it; it did feel quite good.

Hmm, why does this egg feel hotter and hotter?

Sensing something was wrong, Haven quickly threw the egg to the ground, where it cracked with a snap.

As a noticeable crack appeared on the grayish eggshell, the two of them stared at each other in disbelief.

"I remember you said that this egg was extremely hard, and that your level 3 sharp inscription carving knife didn't leave any marks, right?"

Heman was also a little confused at this moment. After all, not long ago, he had seen the family appraiser examine the egg again, and at that time, they still tried to dig a hole to see what was inside.

But after making some efforts, it still didn't work. Heman even planned to throw this deceptive thing into the ditch when he finally gained power.

That way, I won't always be reminded of that worthless piece of junk that I couldn't even recoup at cost price every time I see it.

"Um, that's true. Some time ago, the family's appraiser examined the egg again, but couldn't find anything."

I was actually planning to get rid of these unsold eggs someday.

At this moment, several bright silver beams shot out through the crack, and the whole egg began to tremble slightly, as if something was trying to crawl out from inside.

"Havent! Haven! Help me, I can't get out."

Damn, it's been too long, and this shell has gotten too hard.

This time, even He-Man heard the sound coming from inside the eggshell, and the chubby little boy was so surprised that he made a duck-like quack.

"Havent, it really is alive! It's talking! It's talking! Could this really be a dragon egg?"

"This... can't be right. Are dragon eggs really that small?!"

With a questioning tone, Haven walked slowly toward the egg that had fallen to the ground. Lori and Serena, who had heard the noise, also walked toward where the two were.

At this moment, Havent was holding the egg with a crack in its shell and examining it carefully. The silver light emanating from the crack gradually dissipated.

Seeing a crack about the thickness of a finger, Haven pulled the eggshell close to his face and peered through the crack into the shell.

Then, an eye that looked like a swirling star looked out and met Havent's gray-green eyes.

"Havent! Is that you?! Thank goodness, let me out, I'm suffocating!"

Hearing the childish voice, Haven raised an eyebrow, a little curious about what was inside the eggshell.

Then, he gripped the seam in the eggshell with both hands and exerted force from both sides at the same time. With a crisp crack, the eggshell was broken in two, and a furry little thing fell out.

Looking at the ball of fur on the ground, Haven reached out and picked up the little thing to examine it closely.

how to say.

It looked a bit like a kitten, but upon closer inspection, it was completely different; this little guy actually had four eyes. Haven examined it closely, trying to recall the monster encyclopedia he'd seen, but he couldn't recall ever seeing a monster that looked like this.

At least among felines, none look like this, with three tails? Is this male or female?

The little furball, getting a bit impatient with Haven's rummaging, let out an impatient hiss.

"Put me down, put me down."

But faced with the little furball's anger, Haven's hands didn't slow down at all, and he continued his examination work, just like the men in the gynecology hall who were seriously studying their wives' ultrasound images.

"Hiss, that's definitely a bit strange. Lori, do you know what this is?"

Seeing Lori squatting beside him, also intently examining him, Haven casually asked him a question. After all, Lori usually liked to read all sorts of random books, and he might have seen it in one of them sometime.

Lori wanted to reach out and pet the little furball, but after the fierce-looking furball breathed on her, she reluctantly withdrew her hand.

"I don't know~ I haven't heard much about it, but Brother Havent, this little guy seems pretty good. If you don't believe me, we can just ask the Warcraft professor at the library."

Having heard Lori's words and feeling that they made some sense, Haven nodded silently and looked at the little fur ball in his hand again.

Hey~ what's your name?

Finally free from Havent's clutches, the little furball blinked its four large, star-like eyes at the human in front of it, who made it feel exceptionally comfortable.

Although it was their first meeting, it was as if fate had arranged it; the bond between them was sealed the moment they looked into each other's eyes.

When faced with Haven's question, the little furball tilted its head and thought for a while.

"Dea! Dea!"

Watching the little ball of fur bouncing around in his hands, Haven reached out and grabbed Little Dea by the tail, pulling the little creature up.

"So your name is Dea? What are you then? Can cats lay eggs?"

Dea, as playful as a kitten, clearly couldn't define herself either, and instead tried her best to reach for Haven's hand with her furry paws.

Imperial Capital - Holy Mayara

Border Wharf
“You all better be careful with these things. If they get even the slightest bit damaged, you bunch of pigs will never be able to afford to pay for them in your lifetime.”

A burly man dressed in fine linen clothes stood on a wooden crate and shouted loudly at the workers carrying it below.

The porters below, like ants, carried sacks back and forth from the ship's cargo hold to the extended carriages parked to the side.

As the winter festival approaches, the chill in the capital city has finally become quite noticeable, and the hot breath people exhale quickly condenses into frost on their eyebrows and beards.

As expected, Badam drank too much after having a few extra sips at 'Rotten Mushroom' yesterday, and he has no recollection of what happened after he got drunk.

However, when Badam crawled out from under the table in the tavern that morning, he felt as if he had been trampled heavily by a black bull.

After touching his now-empty purse, Badam, who was sitting on the ground contemplating life, spat heavily.

"Damn it! I had two hundred copper coins in my wallet, and I was planning to go find Evelyn to have some fun."

Damn it! I shouldn't have had that extra drink yesterday. Now I'm ruined. I was hoping to have a comfortable Winter Festival.

After sitting on the ground cursing for a while, Badam struggled to get up. He passed by a table that was empty and saw a half-eaten black bread on it. He picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it heartily.

"Hey! Badam, you drunkard! Get the hell out of here. If you keep dawdling like this, get the hell out of here right now and don't even think about getting a penny from me."

Hearing the insults behind him, Badam silently rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything in response, after all, he was so poor that he didn't even have a single copper coin left.

If I don't earn something today, I won't have anywhere to sleep tonight. In this weather, if I sleep outside for one night, I'll definitely freeze into a block of ice the next day. If the patrolling soldiers see me, they'll just wrap me in a tattered straw mat and wait for the corpse collectors to dig a hole and bury me. That's how my life will end.

However, clearly not wanting to die so easily, Badam tightened his tattered cotton shirt to prevent the heat from dissipating from his body too quickly.

He then grabbed the sack, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and strode quickly toward the carriage.

After a long day of hard work, Badam was waiting in line for his wages. He was also thinking about whether he should grab a drink later.

"Hey, Badam. You did a great job today! Here you go!"

As Badam reached out to take the money bag, he was about to say a few words of thanks when he weighed the wallet in his hands. His expression changed drastically, and his face became contorted.

"Damn it, why is there so little? I worked so hard for so long, and this is all I got?!"

Badam's roar instantly attracted the attention of those around him. Everyone had some objections to the wages, but no one spoke up, and no one dared to say anything.

But as Badam roared, with one person taking the lead, the others also dared to speak up.

"Yes, that's right. Why are our wages getting lower and lower lately?"

"Yes! Yes! With such meager wages, I can't even afford to buy black bread for my children."

"This is too little; we can't possibly do this..."

"..."

As the discontent around them grew stronger and stronger, and a disturbance was about to break out,

The well-dressed boy, who was distributing wages, roared and then kicked Badam hard in the chest, sending the latter flying backward.

"Damn it! If you keep causing trouble here, you bunch of pigs must be tired of living."

"Take the money and get the hell out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

Under the pressure of the manager's imposing manner, the crowd that had initially wanted to protest quickly quieted down and obediently continued to line up to receive their wages.

As for Badam, who was kicked away, he lay motionless on a nearby mound of earth, it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.

(End of this chapter)