Pillar of Yita

Anyway, such arguments had long ceased to surprise him.

When the argument between the two escalated, it finally awoke a third party present.

Suddenly, the Papalarians crossbowman smacked his lips, sniffed the air, and muttered, ”What’s that smell, so fragrant?” Then, he sleepily opened his eyes, which were as small as beans. He lay sprawled on a chair, his belly protruding, curiously staring at the ceiling.

While twisting his chubby little head around, he curiously asked, ”Have I been resurrected? What Holy Sanctuary is this? Have I started worshiping some kitchen god or food god, because it smells incredibly good?”

”Ah, I get it. This is the sanctuary of the god of the harvest.”

”Eteliria doesn’t have such a god,” Tata cautiously uttered from beneath her hood.

Only then did Tianlan notice the other had awoken and couldn’t help but exclaim, jumping up from her seat, not bothering to argue with Luo Yu anymore, and rushed over to grab the shoulders of the Papalarians, ”Are you awake, are you awake, Parker?”

Parker was almost shaken apart by her, hurriedly swatting with his short hands to stop her, ”I’m awake, I’m awake, Tianlan you can stop, I’m already awake.”

Tianlan then let go.

The latter looked around blankly, ”This place looks familiar, wait, isn’t this ’Traveler’s Rest’? I think I recognize this place—Dragon Hall, could it be I didn’t die?”

”Dragon Horn Hall,” Gita continued, her voice coming from underneath the hood, correcting him.

Tianlan happily told him, ”Of course you didn’t die, Parker, Luo Yu brought you back, you have no idea how brave he was.”

Luo Yu couldn’t help but touch his nose, slightly embarrassed.

”That’s great,” the Papalarians then rolled off the chair, sitting up: ”Of course, it would be even better if you didn’t use the word ’picked’. It makes me sound like a bag of flour.”

”You do resemble one,” Gita’s voice, faint as a mosquito, continued from under the hood.

But Parker pretended not to hear, and asked out loud again, while reaching for the fork with roasted meat on the table, ”Then where are those Brown-Red Elephant Beetles?”

”They’re gone,” Tianlan slapped his hand away, ”Don’t touch, these are saved for Brother Ade, he saved all of us.”

”Ade?”

”Brother Ade is a Combat Artisan,” Gita finally lifted her hood slightly, whispering, ”He defeated Big Sister, and the rest ran away, so naturally those Elephant Nose Beetles retreated too.”

”A Combat Artisan, isn’t that who Luo Yu admires the most?” the Papalarians sat back down on the chair, stretching out his short legs, curiously asking, ”So, what about my dinner?”

Luo Yu’s face turned red, and he quickly denied, ”Mr. Parker, I just like the Combat Artisan profession.”

”It’s all the same,” Parker said, looking around trying to find where his dinner was, he had just woken up and his stomach was already growling loudly.

But Tianlan grabbed the back of his collar, ”No need to look, you have something more important to do than eating.”

”Ah?”

”Come with us to tell Sister Atira.”

”Wait,” Luo Yu hadn’t reacted yet, ”Fuli, didn’t Miss Atira tell us...?”

”Tell us what?” Tianlan looked at him menacingly, ”Isn’t it necessary to inform Sister Atira about such an important matter, and Parker also wants to meet our savior.”

”No, I don’t want to,” the Papalarians hurriedly shook his chubby head, ”I just want to quietly eat dinner.”

Tianlan ignored him, and Luo Yu finally noticed Gita signaling to him from the side, he wasn’t a complete fool after all, and suddenly understood.

So he scratched his head, ”Well, you might have a point, actually, I also want to see how Mr. Ade’s match turned out.”

”Love you to death,” Tianlan couldn’t help but hug him excitedly, it seemed like she completely forgot what happened before, excitedly saying, ”Let’s go find Sister Atira!”

After saying that, she again grabbed Parker’s collar, dragging the little fatty toward the crowd.

”Wait,” Parker clearly hadn’t grasped the situation yet, calling out loudly: ”What are you planning to do, you know the racial talent of the Papalarians, if I don’t eat anything within three hours I’ll die of hunger?—Wait, put me down!”

”Then you’ve already died of hunger twice today, Mr. Parker.”

Gita followed behind, looking somewhat pityingly at the Papalarians crossbowman.

”I’m telling the truth!”

So Gita handed him an apple.

Parker took the apple and bit into it, then continued to protest loudly:

”A true Papalarians would rather die than yield, only eating roasted meat!”

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