In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Chapter 101 A Feast

"Why are you out at this hour? Have you made a big discovery?"

Outside the ruins of the Flower Goddess, Dixia, who was training her team, saw four scholars emerge from the ruins and immediately went to greet them.

These days, she has long been accustomed to the scholars going in in the morning and coming out at night.

It's only afternoon now, far from dark.

"I guess so. The inspection is almost over. We'll wrap things up in another day or two, and then we can go back."

Wang Yan replied with a smile.

"Is it over?" Dixia was taken aback, then smiled and nodded. "That's good. The construction here is almost complete. Candice said she'll leave some people here to try and make use of the water resources."

These words were actually a reminder to Wang Yan and Farusan that the people of Aru Village also had to share this camp, and even if Wang Yan and Farusan left, they would not directly give it up to the Order of the Church.

Wang Yan understood, but didn't pay it any mind: "It's only right. It would be a waste not to use the water. Everyone should take care of the scholars who come here in the future."

If the Order of the Instruction wants to manage the camp here, it will need to send at least one Instructor.

For scholars, Kawanyi is already considered remote, let alone the interior of the desert. Once they arrive, they are stationed there for a long time, which is completely different from conducting research.

Therefore, instead of exiling a scholar to serve as an instructor, it would be better to let Aru Village manage it directly.

Farusan listened from the side without offering any opinion; she also thought it was fine this way.

Dixia smiled and said, "Then let's celebrate tonight and congratulate you on the completion of your investigation."

The camp was built with money (from monster materials) from Farusan and Wang Yan, and they had no objections, so the scholars who came from the Order Institute afterward couldn't say anything either.

"I want to drink!" Kavi shouted.

Desia waved confidently: "No problem!"

That evening, a modest bonfire party was held at the campsite.

It seems that Dixia and the people of Aru Village said that Wang Yan and Farusan were willing to let them manage this water source, so everyone brought out their treasured items.

As night fell, a group of people gathered around a campfire, the flickering flames illuminating every smiling face.

The desert night sky is filled with stars, which shine brightly against the warm light on the ground.

Several construction workers from Aru Village were holding musical instruments: a worn but resonant erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument) and several hand drums.

A melodious yet rugged tune flowed out; it was an ancient ballad that had been passed down through the desert for countless generations.

The lyrics tell of the oasis's sweet springs, the camel caravans traveling far away, and the flowers blooming under the moonlight; the song is desolate yet carries a tenacious vitality.

As the rhythm quickened, several young members of the Blazing Beast Hunters took the lead in standing up and dancing a traditional desert dance to the beat of the drums.

With arms outstretched like an eagle soaring, footsteps kicking up fine sand, and clothes fluttering as he spins, his movements are bold and powerful.

Laughter and cheers rose and fell, and the entire camp was immersed in a primitive and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Dixia smiled and waved to Kavi and Wang Yan: "Gentlemen scholars, don't just sit there! Come and dance with us!"

The "master" thing was obviously a joke.

Before Wang Yan and Kavi could speak, several enthusiastic team members surrounded them and pulled them by the arms toward the campfire.

Neither of them were coy or shy; they laughed and joined in.

At first, the movements were a bit clumsy, but with the encouraging shouts from those around them, they gradually relaxed and began to step to the rhythm.

Raise your hand.

The firelight reflected on their faces, and the fatigue from many days of investigation seemed to be dispelled by the cheers, leaving only pure joy.

On the other side, Farusan and Elhesen sat on the other side of the campfire, with desert mead specially prepared for them in front of them.

Farusan held her ceramic cup, sipping her drink slowly, her eyes filled with a smile as she watched Wang Yan dance gracefully: "Young people are truly full of energy—"

Al-Hysen sat to one side, holding a cup in one hand and casually resting the other on his knee, pouring himself a drink.

Many people think that Al-Hysen dislikes crowds, but that's not true. He can understand that kind of joy; he just doesn't like noise.

Lively and bustling, in Elhesen, are not the same thing.

As night deepened, the singing continued and the dancing did not stop.

The campfire crackled, and sparks rose with the wind, merging into the Milky Way.

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The next day, noon.

Wang Yan woke up groggily from his bedding.

His memory was still stuck on the festivities of the previous night.

"Am I drunk?" That was Wang Yan's first thought, but he quickly shook his head, denying the idea.

Whether before or after his time travel, Wang Yan was always well aware of his alcohol tolerance.

He didn't drink much yesterday either.

Thinking back to the festivities of last night, Wang Yan felt that it wasn't the wine that intoxicated him, but the atmosphere itself; the joy of the banquet was more intoxicating than alcohol.

Just as I was about to get up, I suddenly felt a warm current flowing through me.

Wang Yan's expression changed: "I'm not going to wet the bed, am I?"

I quickly checked and found that the bedding was still dry, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"This warm current is—"

Calming down and taking a closer look, Wang Yan suddenly noticed something different.

He seemed to be able to clearly feel a different kind of power or energy flowing within his body.

"The power of blessing?"

Wang Yan's eyes flashed, and he had some guesses in his heart.

This warm current and the blessing of angels were somewhat similar when they first entered his body.

However, when I used this power yesterday, I needed to carefully recall and feel it in order to grasp it.

Now, this power is very evident; it seems that he can use it with just a thought.

"Strength—has it increased?"

Wang Yan made a guess in his mind and quickly made some connections.

The power of the goddess of flowers includes feasts, moonlit nights, and dreams.

Last night, didn't he just experience a complete and utter feast?

"So, can the realm of experience and power enhance blessings? Is it through role-playing? Or through practice?"

Just as I was pondering this, shouts came from outside the tent.

"Wang Yan, are you awake?" It was Kavi's voice. "Lunch is ready. After you finish eating, we should go to the ruins to finish up."

Wang Yan quickly replied, "I'm up, I'll be right back in a moment."

He lifted the bedding, got up, and stepped out of the tent. The sun was blazing overhead, but Wang Yan didn't feel particularly hot. It seemed that the high temperature of the desert was no longer enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

Is this also the power of blessing?

Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, but didn't delve into it. He looked at Kavi and said, "Get me some food. I'll brush my teeth and wash my face, then I'll be right there."

As he spoke, he picked up his things and headed towards the pool.

"Okay, hurry up." Kavi nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

Five minutes later, in the kitchen.

When Wang Yan arrived, the others had already started eating.

Without any hesitation, he accepted the bowl and chopsticks handed to him by Kavi and took his seat.

"Gentlemen, how are we going to get back after the inspection?" Wang Yan asked while eating.

"Dolly's spaceship. She'll return here after making a trade deep in the desert. We'll take the spaceship back," Elhesen said.

"Hey, she's still in the desert?"

"She brought a boatload of goods, which Aru Village couldn't handle; they needed to be delivered to various tribes in the desert."

"She meant well," Wang Yan remarked.

El-Heinz said expressionlessly, "Or why do you think she wasn't dealt with?"

As a former proxy sage, Elhesen knew many secrets.

Immediately after Hazard's downfall, a group of merchants fled from Sumeru. Some went to Fontaine, while others went even further to Nordkare.

However, Dolly, who was known as the most notorious swindler in Sumeru, did not run away.

That incident naturally caused her considerable losses, as many of her original supply channels were destroyed. However, after the incident, Dolly's business began to improve and became more aboveboard.

She was able to weather the storm partly because she wasn't deeply aligned with Hazard's forces, and partly because Dolly was genuinely doing good deeds.

The words "profiteer" and "doing good deeds" seem contradictory when put together, but that's just how Dolly is.

"Alright, hurry up and finish eating. We still need to wrap things up in the ruins." Farusan spoke up, giving Wang Yan a look. "Since you gave up on the discovery below, then you'll have to make up for it from the top."

"From the reliefs of the Temple of Flora to the symbolic system of Flora, write a paper on this topic before you return to the Council of the Church."

"Yes, mentor!" Wang Yan jumped up, then looked at his two friends beside him with a fawning expression: "Gentlemen, please!"

Elhesen remained silent, while Kavi smiled and put his arm around Wang Yan's shoulder: "No problem, no problem at all, it's just—"

"When we get back, I'll treat everyone to the Lambad Tavern."

"Haha, then there's no problem. Leave the construction materials to me, and I guarantee those old guys won't be able to find a single fault with them."

"Ouch, senior, don't hit me, I wasn't talking about you."

Lunch ended with Kavi's escape.

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