Chapter 530

Chapter 530: The Small Town by the Mountain

  ”Another time of silence? Has my appearance surprised you?” The ‘makeup artist’ put down the comb and turned around, revealing a smile similar to that during the day, with no trace of loneliness from before.

  ”Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. I guess this must be quite uncomfortable for you.” She shook her head and looked at the blue-haired girl sitting on the bed.

  Her hair roots were tinged with silver, while the ends were a deep blue, transitioning like starlight in between, very beautiful.

  No idea which headquarters member had designed such an eye-catching hairstyle and outfit for this girl, completely contrary to the church’s modest and plain style.

  But upon reflection, it did make sense. No one would expect such a splendid and beautiful girl to come from the church.

  ”Since you seem reluctant to speak, let me do the talking.”

  The ‘makeup artist’ stood up, her fine, long hair falling over her shoulders. She walked to the window and gazed at the twinkling lights outside.

  ”In my early days, I was quite shy, a reserved girl.”

  ”But later on, due to work requirements, I often had to play various roles, so my image changed.”

  ”When I couldn’t act well, I had to exaggerate my expressions and movements to fit the role.”

  She turned around, crossing her long legs and supporting herself with both hands on the windowsill behind her, looking up at the wooden ceiling.

  ”Over time, I got used to it, and it’s better this way. I won’t be teased by frivolous people anymore.”

  ”When you’re more proactive than the other person, they’re the ones who get teased instead of you.”

  She raised a finger in front of her and waved it lightly, and a small golden star floated out, then dissipated.

  ”But isn’t that playing with fire?” The clear voice of the girl sounded soft and tender.

  ”Not at all. Being fickle and willful are privileges of girls. Especially for a cute girl like you, even if you tease others, they’d be happy, right? Those male creatures think girls don’t understand their thoughts. They’d only find it more stimulating, then lose their ability to think in your words.”

  ”And then, show their weakness.”

  Hmm, they ended up talking about work after all, the girl thought to herself. She had expected the ‘makeup artist’ to talk about her sad past.

  If she had, she would have been willing to listen.

  For now,

These, she stood up, returned to her bedside, and picked up the doll leaning against the pillow. A cool breeze circled and flowed within the room, dispersing the early summer’s heat and making the room a bit cooler.

“Can this doll still be used like this?” The ‘cosmetician’ bent down, looking closely at the gothic doll before her. The cool air swirled around the doll’s hands, blowing towards the room.

“Mm, Yixue is very capable,” the young lady said, placing her chin on top of the doll’s head. Her hair, carried by the gentle wind, slowly rose and scattered, gradually drying out.

“The Necromancer Sequence is indeed convenient; it allows one to summon companions for help at any time.”

The cosmetician recalled a few teammates from the Necromancer Sequence she had encountered before. One among them was skilled at controlling spirits, with the spirits under his command dancing wildly in battle like a horde of demons. The only drawback was that this friend had a rather lazy personality and tended to slack off during missions, lacking the strict demeanor of the Tribunal.

The two sat on the edge of the bed, chatting idly for a while longer. Lolan Hill gradually came to understand this teammate’s character. Although he seemed exaggerated during the day, he was actually someone who thought deeply about things, just not showing it often.

“Alright, we should call it a night,” the cosmetician said to Lolan Hill.

“Mm.” The young lady placed the doll on the chair beside the bed and lay down on the bed, covering herself with a thin blanket.

“Goodnight then.”

The cosmetician blew out the candles on the table, plunging the room into darkness, save for the silver moonlight that illuminated the floor near the window.

—

The next day, the four-member team rose early and after a simple breakfast, continued their journey.

The carriage sped quickly across the wilderness. They left Eserut and headed west, arriving at the capital of Dominia.

This city was encircled by towering walls, with the tallest building being the cathedral at its center.

The cathedral, constructed with pure white bricks, featured a round roof adorned with a golden angel statue. Beside it, large windows were composed of colorful glass mosaics depicting ancient heroes and angels.

Upon entering, they did not visit the local bishop but instead toured the city, acting as if they were foreign travelers newly arrived in the Holy Land.

After several days, they began purchasing supplies for their journey and hired a driver to take them to a small town at the foot of a mountain.

The carriage moved slowly through the grass-covered wilderness, allowing Lolan Hill to observe the tender crops along the road.

The young crops swayed gently in the breeze.

As the carriage moved forward, a fresh scent wafted in through the window. It was evident that these rye crops were growing well.

“The Merlin Town is not far ahead,” Red Hat said.

“So soon? How do you know? Have you been here before?” asked the Makeup Artist, looking at the man across from him.

“No, I just saw a road sign on the side of the road with directions written on it.”

Red Hat pointed to the front of the carriage, but since both the Makeup Artist and Lolan Hill were sitting with their backs to the driver’s seat, they couldn’t tell where they were until they arrived.

As the carriage approached a small town nestled below some hills, the sounds outside gradually grew livelier.

White, low houses were scattered neatly along the mountain path and the wilderness. Outside the village were fields laid out like a chessboard.

At the entrance of the town, a large sign stood upright, with a banner running through it. The message roughly conveyed holiday greetings and wished everyone happiness from good wine.

When their carriage stopped in the middle of the town, many nearby people had already arrived. A circular stage had been set up in the town, featuring various performances such as floating fireballs, snowflakes conjured into angelic silhouettes, and ice sculptures that formed in the summer.

Some children were holding kites, shouting and running along the streets. The long tails of the kites trailed behind them, fluttering far away as they ran.

Along the street, barrels and bottles of various beers were lined up, the aroma of malt spreading through the air.

Some freshly drawn beer from the cellar still carried a slight chill, which made the travelers who had come from afar very excited. Most of them would buy a cup to quench their thirst.

There were also several bosses of trade caravans from foreign lands touring the town, tasting the local brews themselves to find a good partner for business.

“Let’s get off, Margaret.”

“Yes, dear.”

Red Hat and the Makeup Artist walked down the carriage, arm in arm, like newlyweds. The blue-haired girl carrying a doll followed them down.

What met their eyes was a scene full of joy. Various guests dressed in different ways could be seen on the streets, and the shops on both sides were decorated neatly and bustling with activity. Elders, children, men, and women strolled slowly along the streets of this small town.

The town wasn’t crowded; instead, it had a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere. With few inhabitants, the travelers walking on the cobblestone streets encountered only a few puddles left by the rain, reflecting the sky like a mirror.

(End of Chapter)