◎What a coincidence, we also have to go to the village chief◎
The quest system in Miracle is huge and complex, ranging from the novice village quests that players first encounter to the professional quests after level 10, to the royal city quests, side quests, triggered quests... there are countless of them.
In the previous life, a bored yet curious player had done some statistics. According to unofficial statistics, there were over a hundred side quests in Miracle alone, and thousands of temporary triggered quests, making it impossible to accurately count them.
To increase the success rate of completing tasks, to be frank, without a few rare items, players will not have the confidence to take on these tasks.
Therefore, after the famous saying that he who gets the equipment gets the world, there is another heartfelt motto in Miracles: he who gets the rare items gets the circle of relationships.
After all, completing NPC-assigned tasks is the fastest way to gain favorability and reputation. High favorability means ordinary NPCs will smile at you; high reputation means important NPCs will treat you with special respect.
That’s how the circle of relationships came about.
It’s a pity that the life NPCs in Gra Village still give her a bad face. When Xia Li thought of this, she couldn’t help but feel sad.
It is really inconvenient not to learn life skills, especially as the character level gets higher and higher, more and more gameplay modes are opened up by miracles. Players who have not lit up the relevant life skills are likely to be excluded from the gameplay.
Xia Li felt that it was time to return to Gla Village to improve her favorability.
"It's you again! Big liar!" Although they were far away, Booker's eyes, sharper than an eagle's, immediately saw her and started shouting at the top of his voice.
Xia Li twitched her lips and stepped forward, "Hello, lovely Booker. Do you need my help getting your kite today?"
"No! No need!" Booker refused with a dark face.
This is not a favorability of 0, it is clearly a negative number.
Xia Li lamented inwardly, but she remained undeterred. She brought up something she'd just happened to remember: "I heard that Searle College next door is about to start school. Do you want to go there and study?"
Sel Academy is famous for teaching amazing magic and is a place that many children on the continent of Shia dream of.
Booker is certainly no exception.
When he heard the words "Searle College", his eyes lit up instantly, but quickly dimmed again, and his voice became weak: "Aunt Angie won't let me go."
Hooked!
Knowing he would answer like this, Xia Li smiled and asked him, "What if I can get Aunt Angie to agree?"
"What? You actually have a way to make that bitch agree?" Booker was very surprised.
It's no wonder that Booker was surprised, because his aunt Angie was a notorious rude person and miser in the whole village of Gra. She looked down on empty magic and believed that working in the fields was the real thing. At the same time, she was very stingy with money and remembered every copper coin spent on Booker clearly.
If you tell others that such a person has agreed to send Booker to Searle College, I'm afraid no one in the entire Gra Village will believe it.
But Xia Li has her own way.
She bent down slightly, leaned close to Booker's ear, and whispered something to him.
At first, Booker frowned, as if he thought it was impossible. But the more he listened, the more he thought it might be possible, and his face soon lit up. "Xia Ri Lihua, if you can successfully convince Aunt Angie, I will let Uncle Hans teach you the taming skills."
In fact, he had heard about it many days ago. Hans had a problem with this foreign alchemist and also disliked her, which caused her to return empty-handed that day.
Every time Booker thinks of this, he feels embarrassed.
Xia Li patted his head and said softly, "Believe in our plan, we will succeed."
That evening, as the sun was setting, Anji, who had been busy in the fields outside the village all day, returned home carrying a backpack.
"Booker? Booker! Damn it, I wonder where he's gone off to again!"
Anji cursed and put the backpack at the door, then went into the kitchen cabinet, took out a small piece of white bread, and poured a glass of tap water, not sure if it would give him diarrhea, and started to eat it.
A dark shadow suddenly appeared by the window, slanted, narrow, and motionless.
"Booker?" Angie called out suspiciously.
The dark shadow on the window did not respond.
"Who's outside?" Angie became suspicious. She put down her water cup and half a loaf of bread, picked up a hoe from the corner, and tiptoed to the window.
The black shadow flashed and then quickly disappeared from sight.
"You're really crazy!" Angie pushed open the window angrily and leaned half of his body out to look around.
Nothing.
There weren't even any footprints on the ground.
She felt a sudden chill down her spine, and quickly retracted her upper body to close the window, locking the window latch.
"Damn Booker, he didn't even come back after it was already dark."
Angie was feeling irritated and paced around the room. She didn't know if it was because of the shadow outside or because Booker didn't come home. In short, she just couldn't calm down.
"Hey, have you heard? The magic tools at the Night Altar seem to be malfunctioning. Many resentful ghost skeletons are crawling out from under the altar!"
"Really? Will they come to our village?"
Two young men passed by the door, chatting casually.
Angie, who was hiding in the room, heard everything the two people said clearly, and she couldn't help but stiffen all over.
Night Altar...that's where Booker's grandfather is buried.
Could it be that... that dark figure outside the window just now was Booker's grandfather?!
Anji's pupils contracted sharply. No, it's impossible!
The dead cannot be resurrected. This is a truth she has understood since she was a child. Ghosts and gods are all lies! Instead of believing in these illusory things, it is better to farm honestly every day.
Thinking of this, Angie felt her stiff back finally relax a little.
She really scared herself just now. Maybe the shadow was just an illusion, or maybe it was just the shadow of a tree that happened to be cast on the glass. Anyway, there were many possibilities, but it couldn't be what the two people outside were talking about.
While comforting himself, Anji put down the hoe and prepared to clean up the house.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, the door made three noises.
"Booker? You little thing, you eat and drink my food every day, and you don't do anything important. You just go out every day..."
Pause.
The last few words made her throat choke.
Because there was clearly no one outside the door.
Many resentful ghost skeletons crawled out from under the altar...
Climbed out from under the altar...
The young man's words were like a machine, constantly roaring in her ears.
Angie hurriedly stepped back and closed the door. In the end, he felt something was wrong and hurriedly moved a bench to prop it up behind the door.
Boom boom boom!
The door rang again!
Is he back? Is it Grandpa Booker Fury who has crawled back from the altar?!
No... No! She couldn't let him into the house!
This little house was something she had managed to swindle from that dead old man Fury, and the small box of inherited silver coins in the house was also something she had transferred to her own name in the name of Booker's dependent. Now that she had finally built up some capital in the village, she wouldn't let a resurrected man take it away no matter what!
"Fury, give up on this idea! This house is already mine. I won't open the door no matter how much you knock!" Angie stared at the wooden door angrily and fearfully, while glancing at the window next to her.
Boom boom boom!
"Fury, you old fool, you still don't forget about Booker even after you're buried in the ground! Hum, I'm telling you today, I won't let Booker go to school. School doesn't make any money for me, and you still want me to pay for it. You're dreaming!"
"Humph, farming is still the most practical thing. Plant in spring and harvest in autumn. I think Booker is very energetic. This is what he is best suited for!"
Boom boom boom!
"Hey Fury, are you done yet? I've made it very clear! You want me to return your inheritance to Booker? Bah, now that the money is in my hands, no one can take it away, not even an old dead bone like you."
Angie cursed more and more vigorously, and her voice became louder and louder, as if doing so could straighten her back.
"Aunt Angie, it's me."
Suddenly, Booker's voice came from outside the door.
Angie was stunned for a moment, then her anger immediately rushed to her head. She threw away the bench and opened the door: "Can't you just knock on the door and not speak?! I just shouted for so long, couldn't you interrupt me?"
As she finished speaking, a girl suddenly flashed into her sight.
The girl was wearing a golden cloak, with her back to the setting sun. A whole shadow covered her face, making her look particularly cold.
"Who are you……!"
Even though the girl didn't say a word, Angie could clearly feel a sense of pressure from her dark brown eyes.
Xia Li ignored Angie and raised her right hand, pressing the tip of a pen, then asked Booker, "Is it okay?"
Booker, who used to be innocent, now looked very serious: "Well, that's enough. Thank you, Sister Lihua."
"Okay, let's go." Xia Li called Booker, and the two turned around and were about to leave.
"Where are you going Booker? This is your home."
Anji was a little afraid of Xia Li at first, but later, with the help of the candlelight at the door, he could see clearly that she was just a child who had just reached adulthood, thin and small, and looked very weak.
So the confidence rose again: "If you dare to take Booker away today, I will go to the village chief and sue you for child trafficking."
"What a coincidence! We're also going to the village chief's place." Xia Li's lips curled up slightly, her eyes fixed on her. "How about we go together?"
Anji was stunned for a moment: "What do you want to see the village chief for?"
Xia Li smiled faintly: "Just go and take a look and you'll know."
-over-
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