172: Chapter 172: Clearly an Experienced Actor 172: Chapter 172: Clearly an Experienced Actor Upon returning to Hani Village, the Hanis who had returned from the Underground Maze naturally bought so items with pebbles they picked up along the road and cheerfully started a celebration banquet.
When passing Hanis saw the fun, they joined the maze Hanis’ celebration banquet without asking the reason, delightedly.
This joy seed contagious.
In no ti, all the Hanis in the village joined the celebration banquet, including the Hani King himself.
“You did well, foreigner.”
The campfire glowed golden, and the magnificent figure of the Hani King shone brilliantly under the firelight,
“I’ve heard the whole story.
Unexpectedly, you were able to find the source of the abnormal behavior of so many Hanis and lead them in eradicating the source of darkness.
If it weren’t for you, we would have lost more Hani brethren.
As king, I comnd you on behalf of all Hanis.
We Hanis will rember you forever, and we will erect your statue in the heart of Hani Village for generations to worship.”
“How could I possibly accept such an honor.”
Though Yang Yu said that, his face, illuminated by the fire, did not show the slightest embarrassnt.
Hanis were always so impulsive; the statue built today might be toppled tomorrow by Hanis playing war gas, so Yang Yu had no expectations about being rembered for generations among the Hanis and didn’t mind them finding things to do in his na.
“Sir Yang Yu.” King Hani’s voice bood, clear to all Hanis present, “To recognize your contributions to the Hani Clan, I hereby bestow upon you the highest title of our clan, and I hope you will accept!”
“It is a great honor, Your Majesty.”
Yang Yu didn’t know how serious the Hani King was, but it clearly wasn’t wise to flatly refuse the Hani King in front of everyone.
After all, they were Hanis, offering a nominal title with no territory to manage.
Since it was offered, he might as well take it.
Kneeling on one knee, Yang Yu accepted the investiture.
The Hani King gently leaned the huge king’s scepter upon Yang Yu’s right shoulder, and his resonant voice echoed throughout Hani Village,
“Today, I confer upon Sir Yang Yu the title of Duke, to commorate his contributions to the Hani Clan.
Our Hani Clan will forever rember the deeds he has done for our tribe.”
“Thank you for your grace.”
The sincerity in his voice was palpable, Yang Yu’s solemn expression filled with gratitude.
He was quite the seasoned actor.
“This is the honor you deserve.
From this day forth, we shall call you Duke Yang Yu, embodying your pride and confidence.”
The Hani King slowly raised the scepter and then—
“Hani—!”
An overwhelmingly joyous cheer erupted.
“Hani!” All the Hanis present cheered as well.
Although there were elents of blindly joining the hubbub, many Hanis felt genuine admiration for Yang Yu.
They had resolved to use their life’s learning to create a statue that would make the legend admired for generations and to guard it for a lifeti.
Nothing could shake their resolve.
After the investiture ceremony, Yang Yu received a fist-sized, white Hani-shaped tool from the Hani King, which was the “Shadow of Hani King.”
After completing the task, Yang Yu earned nine chances for the draw.
What surprised Yang Yu most was that he thought the Hani King’s confernt of the title would be just play-acting, but he actually received a title.
[Title: Duke Hani—You have ford a deep friendship with the Hani Clan, received appreciation from their king, and were granted a title.
Magic Resistance 20%, with a 1% probability of completely negating magic damage when inflicted.]
Ignoring the 1% probability specified in the special notes, Yang Yu was simply smitten with this title.
A title granting a 20% Magic Resistance was sothing Yang Yu had never even dread of.
You should know that only mages like Bai Jin possess a certain level of Magic Resistance.
Being not a mage, to obtain high Magic Resistance, there are only two ways: racial talents or to willingly subject oneself to magical beatings, toughening up through constant pumling.
Snagging a 20% Magic Resistance for free, why not rejoice?
This title further increased Yang Yu’s tanking abilities.
Moreover, having learned the Divine Skill “Reflective Coating”, now if he encountered so low-level magicians wanting to duel, Yang Yu was confident in hanging them out to dry.
Today is just my lucky day.
Even though Yang Yu had always maintained a relativist perspective on luck before leaving the Underground Maze, at this mont, faced with such a title reward, he couldn’t help feeling a bit inflated.
He quickly opened the System to do a lottery draw, watching as one chest after another flipped before his eyes.
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining an Apple (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining a Xinhua Dictionary (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining a bottle of Coca-Cola (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining an Entire Collection of Shiny Mohawks (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining a Hair Dye (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining a stick of Chewing Gum (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining a bag of Cent (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining a Broken Tape Recorder (trash)]
[Congratulations, player, for obtaining Hair Gel (trash)]
Sure enough, good luck is just an illusion.
Nine draws and not even one common item, Yang Yu felt like he was about to vomit blood.
Let’s set aside the Coca-Cola that could be sold for an exorbitant price and the Xinhua Dictionary that could be used as a brick.
Starting from the Shiny Mohawk Collection onwards, what kind of ghostly items were these?
Do you want to promote the burial culture in the ga?
I can’t deal with the image of using hair gel and hair dye to style a shiny mohawk, chewing gum while holding a tape recorder and carrying cent to break dance at the village entrance.
It’s ti to think about how to dismantle these items and sell them to various fashion gurus.
Even if this lottery draw brought Yang Yu nothing but trash, he didn’t care.
As long as it was sothing not available in this world, he could sell it at a high price.
As long as he didn’t draw an apple every ti, he was quite satisfied with the results.
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Ti passed, and it had been two weeks since the All Things Library’s entrance exam.
It was the leisurely afternoon tea ti again, and the inner sanctuary of the All Things Library was as sunny as ever.
This was entirely due to the All Things Library’s total control over the weather, ensuring pleasant weather every day even during the rainy season, keeping the Library dry and preventing the continuous dampness from affecting the quality of the books.
In the backyard of the Luoze Empire Consulate, the gentle afternoon sun bathed the lush lawn, where quaint tables stood lined up, topped with a variety of luxurious plates filled with delicious and adorable pastries.
Delicate and beautiful girls bustled between tables, gracefully picking pastries with tongs, chatting and laughing, in high spirits.
Everything was as usual, with no change.
The host of this afternoon tea party, Latis, sat in the pavilion, elegantly sipping the tea ticulously prepared by a maid, her deanor exuding the noble grace unique to royalty.
After sipping the tea delicately, Latis slowly put down her teacup, turning to look at Tico, who was leisurely enjoying Chilom Cake across from her, her face showing her usual, unwavering smile.
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