"We're finally back!"
Gauss and his team stood before the city gate of Grayrock Town, which was far less imposing than Barry City's. His voice carried a subtle but unmistakable sense of relief.
After being used to the towering walls of the Forest Capital, Barry, covered with watchtowers and fortified defenses, the short, rough-stone walls only two or three ters high in front of them now seed oddly comforting—almost nostalgic.
Aria couldn't help lifting her hand to gesture the height in the air.
Gauss took a deep breath. The air here carried a familiar blend of Mud Statue scent, woodsmoke, and a faint trace of livestock—this was the scent of Grayrock Town.
Since arriving in this world, this had been his first real journey away from ho.
Now that he was back in the familiar town, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotion.
After all, this was where his path as an adventurer had begun.
At the gate, a young unfamiliar gate guard was about to step forward and bark at them to move to the back of the line. He was quickly yanked back by a scruffy-looking veteran beside him.
The old guard gave them a smile and bowed slightly.
“Welco back, Lady Aria, Sir Gauss, and this gentleman here as well. Hope the journey wasn’t too rough.”
After nodding in thanks to the guards, Gauss led the way down the familiar main road, reins in hand guiding his ostrich mount.
The town hadn’t changed much since they’d left.
The streets, just wide enough for two carts to pass, were lined with humble shops. A few won sat on stools under the eaves of their hos, chatting while scrubbing laundry in wooden basins.
Farrs with fresh vegetables were haggling loudly with shopkeepers at the general store.
The air was thick with the mundane, everyday life of the town.
“Looks exactly the sa.”
Serlandul glanced around, taking everything in. As soone who had never lived here, he couldn’t help but take a few extra looks at the town his two teammates had called ho.
After a while, he ca to a conclusion:
Just your average, run-of-the-mill frontier adventurer town.
While they were looking around, the townsfolk were just as curious about them.
Especially the figure at the rear of their group—Serlandul.
Quite a few people jumped at the sight of him.
Half-snake people were an extrely rare sight in this town.
And small-town folk generally hadn’t seen much of the world.
Gauss noticed their reactions.
“Let’s head ho first.”
The three of them walked toward the residential area.
Along the way, they noticed that the number of professional-level adventurers around had noticeably decreased.
Many had been drawn to the Maze outside Barry City.
Still, a large number of adventurers were expected to return soon.
They turned into a narrow stone-paved alley.
As they passed a street corner, Gauss glanced toward a certain direction.
Once he caught sight of a familiar figure, he finally relaxed.
Inside the inn, Sophia and her assistant Winnie were casually chatting at the front desk.
Suddenly, Sophia seed to sense sothing.
She turned her head toward the door, and her eyes lit up with surprise.
"Gauss! When did you guys get back?"
“Just now. Haven’t even dropped off our luggage,” Gauss said, giving the Storage Bag at his waist a pat.
“Oh right, Sophia.” Sothing occurred to him, and he gave Serlandul a light pat on the shoulder. “Let introduce you—this is my new teammate, Serlandul, a priest.”
“Serlandul, this is Sophia, the proprietress who looked after before.”
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
They exchanged a brief greeting.
At first, Sophia’s eyes flicked away uneasily when she looked at Serlandul.
He really didn’t look like a normal human at first glance, and he carried an inherently cold aura.
But once she heard he was Gauss’s new teammate—and a priest, no less—a faint smile finally surfaced on her face.
She wasn’t clueless about the adventuring world anymore;
from ti to ti, adventurers stayed at her inn.
So she knew a priest was generally a healing class.
Knowing Gauss now had a healer on the team, she genuinely felt happy for him.
Having a dic around ant a lower risk of injury, right?
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet,” Gauss waved his hand. “We’re going ho to rest first, we’ll co find you for a chat later.”
After saying goodbye to Sophia, Gauss and Aria split up briefly to go ho.
Naturally, Serlandul followed Gauss—his place was big, with two unused guest rooms.
As they stepped through the front door, the furniture was already covered in a thick layer of dust.
The first thing Gauss did after getting ho was use magic to clean every corner of the house, inside and out.
Serlandul had wanted to offer a hand, but seeing how expertly Gauss used his magic to clean, he swallowed the offer.
“Captain, which room am I staying in?”
He curiously wandered around the first floor.
“Both guest rooms on the first floor have never been used. Pick whichever one you like.”
Gauss was fully imrsed in cleaning.
The White Wand gave a significant boost to Prestidigitation.
Originally, the spell’s range was limited to a small area—but now it was several tis larger.
The cleaning and stain-removal effects had also improved dramatically.
In no ti, the whole two-story house was sparkling clean.
The furniture practically glowed.
Gauss looked over his handiwork, thoroughly pleased.
After instructing the four Clay Spiders, “Don’t leave the house, and don’t break anything inside,” he and Serlandul, who had already unpacked, headed off to et Aria.
As the semi-host here, he felt obliged to show Serlandul so hospitality.
Aria’s cleaning progress was a lot slower. When Gauss arrived, she was still in the middle of the ss, and Ulfen was running around making it worse.
Thankfully, Gauss got there in ti.
In just a few minutes, her place was spotless.
Aria, dressed in a cleaning apron, hood, and gloves, stood off to the side holding a broom with nothing to do. She watched with barely hidden envy and muttered, “If only I could learn Prestidigitation.”
“Even if you did, it wouldn’t work nearly as well as when the Captain uses it,” Serlandul said, ruthlessly crushing her fantasy.
The sa spell could produce vastly different results depending on the spellcaster.
In his view, Gauss was an absolute magical genius. Whether it was a cantrip or a full spell, he could handle them all with remarkable skill, and the effect of every spell he cast was above average.
Such talent was incredibly rare. In all his years adventuring, Serlandul had never t anyone close to Gauss’s level.
And Aria? Sure, she had so talent in certain specialized magical areas—but compared to soone like Gauss who was practically flawless across the board?
She still had a long way to go.
…
Aria shot him a glance.
Fine.
She knew the half-snake priest wasn’t wrong, but coming from his mouth, it was just… annoying.
Hmph…
…
The next morning.
Gauss stretched lazily and sat up in bed.
Last night—their first night back in Grayrock Town—he’d booked a private room at Firefly Kitchen and invited so familiar faces for dinner.
Unfortunately, not many people showed up.
Andni was off sowhere “goofing around” and wasn’t at Thorn Cottage.
Grom from the Black Anvil Workshop thanked him for the invite but politely declined.
The Night Owl Squad seed to be out on a mission.
So in the end, the only ones who ca were the inn proprietress Sophia, the assistant Winnie, Petra from the Adventurers Guild who happened to be on break—and Gauss’s own team of three.
Looking out the window, the sun was already high overhead.
He’d had a good night’s sleep.
As the saying goes, “There’s no place like ho.” And even if his house wasn’t big, it didn’t have any real flaws either.
After washing up and eating breakfast, the trio regrouped and headed toward the Adventurers Guild.
Even though this return to Grayrock Town was ant to be a bit of a vacation, they weren’t about to kick back and relax just yet.
It had been days since they last hunted monsters—if they didn’t pick up a commission soon, they’d get rusty.
When they arrived at the Adventurers Guild, it was still as crowded as ever.
The adventurers who had rushed off to Barry to explore the Maze were mostly those with Professional Levels. As for most of the low-ranking adventurers, they preferred to stick to the familiar territory and keep taking commissions in their usual spots.
Moving to a new place—especially from a small town to a big city—was a big step for a lot of people.
The barriers weren’t just ntal. Financial pressure, personal planning, and other factors all played a part.
When Gauss’s team entered the first floor, the general noise level in the grand hall dropped noticeably.
People were staring at the three of them—so openly, so out of the corner of their eye, trying to be subtle.
It wasn’t just the aura their team gave off. The biggest reason for the attention was how eye-catching Serlandul was.
Compared to the town’s usual mix of half-orcs, dwarves, halflings, and even the occasional half-elf, a half-snake person turned heads way more easily.
Mainly because his massive snake tail took up half his body—and it was impossible to ignore.
As they walked into the guild hall, several people instinctively gripped their weapons.
If Serlandul hadn’t been walking in between Gauss and Aria, so might’ve thought a monster had just invaded the building.
Gauss gave him a side glance. His face showed no expression, but his body had stiffened for a split second.
So Gauss deliberately teased him out loud, “Look at us, Serlandul—center of attention everywhere we go.”
The tension in Serlandul’s tail eased slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. In his usual raspy voice, he muttered, “I’m used to it.”
“What are you talking about? They’re obviously looking at .” Gauss smirked. “Ugh... being this handso is such a curse sotis.”
That little quip lifted Serlandul’s mood a bit.
The three of them made their way up to the counter.
Soon enough, Petra led them to the VIP room.
Only once the trio disappeared from sight did the hall return to its usual noisy state.
“That snake guy was freaky.”
“I seriously thought it was a monster for a second, haha!”
“Don’t go saying stuff like that where soone can hear you. You’ll regret it.”
“Honestly though… don’t you think it’s kinda cool to have a half-snake as a teammate?”
...
“Sa as always, Gauss?” Petra pulled out a task crystal. “But most of the beginner-level Goblin tasks are kind of far from here.”
Being the first receptionist Gauss had ever worked with—and the one he was closest to—Petra knew exactly what kinds of commissions he liked.
“Yeah.” Gauss nodded. “But let’s skip the beginner-level stuff this ti. Just give us so ordinary tasks to warm up.”
He didn’t even take the task crystal from her.
Petra went quiet for a mont, her gaze lingering on the adventurer badges of Gauss, Aria, and Serlandul.
This really was just a warm-up for them.
She spared a second of sympathy for whatever Goblin tribe would be facing this professional team, then quickly turned and returned with a stack of task scrolls.
There were actually quite a few ordinary Goblin commissions—laid out across the table, it was an impressive sight.
“Any tasks near Stonebrook Village?” Gauss asked, eyeing the stack of parchnt, but deciding not to rummage through it himself. He looked straight at Petra.
“Stonebrook Village… let think.” Petra paused, a thoughtful look on her face.
She was only in her early twenties, but the village na had triggered sothing in her mory.
“Sounds familiar.”
She pinched her chin and began flipping through the scrolls one by one.
Not long after, she pulled one out.
“Got it. There’s a commission for Stonebrook Village.”
No wonder the na rang a bell—she’d seen this scroll earlier.
Gauss took it from her and confird the task location was indeed his hotown: Stonebrook Village.
[Ordinary Elimination Task]
Reward: 20 silver coins.
Description: A group of Goblins has occupied the woodland shallows upstream of Stonebrook. According to eyewitness reports from villagers, the group is estimated to include at least 30 Goblins. Their activity has already expanded from the forest outskirts to several nearby villages.
Deadline: Within 5 days.
After reading it, Gauss realized that this task wasn’t posted by Stonebrook alone—it was a joint request from multiple surrounding villages who pooled their money together.
And he could see why no one had accepted it until now.
Compared to other tasks, the pay was dirt cheap—and the risk wasn’t low.
More than 30 Goblins? For a low-level adventuring team with no real skills, that’s not sothing they’d dare take on. And even if they thought they could handle it, the low payout made it not worth the trouble.
Clearly, his hotown and the surrounding villages were either too poor or too stingy to offer more.
Only 20 silver coins... from multiple villages combined.
“Alright, I’ll take it,” Gauss said without hesitation.
He was just looking for a task to get back in the groove anyway—and sothing to keep himself busy. At this point, his team didn’t rely on ordinary commissions for inco anymore.
And if he didn’t take it, who knew how long before soone else did?
Petra quickly helped him complete the registration.
“Shall we head out, then?” Gauss asked. The commission didn’t say anything about urgent danger, but he figured there was no point in dragging it out.
If sothing unexpected did happen—especially if it involved his original body’s family—he’d never forgive himself.
“Yeah, let’s get to it.”
Aria and Serlandul both nodded without hesitation.
In fact, they moved even faster than Gauss.
Mounting up on their ostriches, Gauss’s team set out once again.
Stonebrook Village lay to the northwest of Grayrock Town—not exactly close, and that was one of the reasons no one had taken the commission.
The further they got from town, the narrower and bumpier the road beca. Wild shrubs and weeds grew unchecked along the sides.
The sounds and slls of civilization faded behind them, replaced by the raw, untad scent of the countryside.
Fortunately, their ostriches were fast, and Serlandul’s unusual mobility ant he didn’t slow them down either.
Sunlight stread down.
The ostriches’ strong talons pounded the dirt path, kicking up clouds of dust behind them.
Serlandul glided over the dry ground with ease, his movents making a rhythmic rustling sound.
The scenery grew wilder the farther they went.
Before they knew it, morning had turned into afternoon.
As they drew closer to Stonebrook Village, Gauss’s mories began to surface.
An emotion he couldn’t quite na welled up in his chest.
The surroundings were becoming more and more familiar.
It was like flipping through a long-forgotten book—learning to plant crops, fishing in the river, setting traps in the hills, crafting snares and tools...
Eventually, after passing a bare hill with a few crooked old trees, the worn, low silhouette of Stonebrook Village appeared in the distance.
“So that’s your hotown?” Aria sat high atop her ostrich mount, Slingshot, looking down at the distant village. She turned to Gauss.
“Yeah.” Gauss’s voice was calm as his eyes rested on the village. “Co on, let’s head in and take a look.”
The village didn’t seem to have changed much in the past year.
His family ho was tucked in a corner of the village.
“Captain, maybe I should wait outside?” Serlandul suddenly spoke up.
Gauss knew he was worried his appearance might scare his parents.
The more traditional and closed-off a place was, the more wary—and even fearful—it tended to be of half-blood races like his.
“It’s fine. Co with us,” Gauss shook his head.
Seeing him insist, Serlandul didn’t argue further.
Soon, two ostriches carrying Gauss and Aria, followed by a gliding half-snake priest, a towering gray wolf, and a watchful raven, made their way slowly down the dusty village road.
The first to spot them were so kids playing nearby.
“A monster’s coming!!”
“Run!!”
“Dad, co quick!”
The children scread—though whether out of fear or excitent wasn’t entirely clear—and scattered, yelling for the adults.
Before long, several villagers ard with farming tools showed up and quickly scolded the kids back into their hos.
But when they got a better look at Gauss and the others, fear flickered across their faces.
Their legs trembled as they cautiously eyed the newcors standing in the village road.
However, when one of them noticed the adventurer badges on their chests and pointed it out to the others, the tension in the crowd began to ease a little.
“They... they look like adventurers!”
“But what’s with that monster?”
“Could it be soone in disguise?”
Gauss overheard the villagers murmuring under their breath.
It was kind of ironic.
He still recognized a few of them. The village was small—everyone saw each other day in and day out, so of course they were familiar.
These particular villagers used to be the local bullies. Not quite full-on thugs, but they often relied on their aggressive personalities to push around Gauss’s family and neighbors.
Back then, the original Gauss often found himself on the receiving end of their harassnt. Fortunately, his family wasn’t considered weak in the village, so they only ever dared to take cheap verbal shots—never physical.
And now, standing in front of them again, these sa n were trembling like quail.
Gauss shook his head.
Still mounted on his golden ostrich, he raised his hand and gestured in their direction.
The gesture made them visibly nervous. They wanted to run, but for so reason, their bodies wouldn’t obey—they were being involuntarily drawn toward him. Shivering, they slowly shuffled over to Gauss and the others.
As they stood before him, the oppressive aura rolling off Gauss’s group was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing down on them.
Just when they thought they were done for—convinced this was so monster pretending to be an adventurer—the tall figure in the black robe suddenly spoke.
“Carson, Brian, O’Neil. How’s my family doing?”
The mont he said their nas, the three n—who had kept their heads low the entire ti—jerked in surprise. Slowly, they lifted their heads.
Light caught the black-robed man’s face. It was both familiar and strange.
Then, sothing clicked in their minds. A flicker of realization—hesitant and disbelieving.
There was a resemblance. And yeah, that guy had gone off to make a living sowhere... but no way could that guy be the sa as the terrifying presence standing in front of them now.
“I’m Gauss.” Seeing the recognition in their eyes but also how they clung to their denial like ostriches burying their heads in sand, Gauss finally said it outright.
Gauss!!!
The three of them felt no joy at all at recognizing a fellow villager. Instead, they swallowed hard, their throats dry with fear.
Total despair washed over them.
The powerful figure in front of them… really was Gauss!
The mont the truth hit, their heads started spinning.
They rembered everything clearly. Over the years, they had made life difficult for him ti and again.
They’d assud they might never cross paths again. Yet here he was, barely a year later, back and completely transford into soone unrecognizable.
Racked with guilt, and overwheld by the oppressive aura surrounding Gauss and his companions, the three of them collapsed to the ground.
Gauss watched their panicked collapse and sighed. He had only wanted to ask about his family’s situation before formally going ho—just to be ntally prepared.
But clearly, he had underestimated the impact of his team—and himself.
Helpless, he could only turn to magic.
“Friendship Spell.”
Mana surged around him, and a wave of magical energy swept over the three villagers.
“Tell how my family’s doing.”
Under the influence of the cantrip and Gauss’s high Charisma stat, the ordinary villagers imdiately stopped trembling. With blank expressions, they began listing out everything Gauss wanted to know.
Upon hearing that everything at ho was fine—that his older brother and sister-in-law had even had a baby boy—Gauss finally let out a breath of relief.
He dispelled the cantrip.
The three of them stood there dazed for a few seconds before they slowly realized what had just happened.
A chilling sense of dread crept over them.
Gauss… had just controlled them?
Was that magic? So kind of dark spell?
They had no way of understanding the exact type of magic used—only that it was so strange and terrifying power from Gauss.
That feeling of being puppeteered like marionettes unsettled them deeply.
“You can go now. Be better people. Stop throwing your weight around.” Gauss sighed.
He had no interest in taking revenge on them.
The three n quickly nodded.
“Yes, yes, we’re going!”
With that, they scrambled away, crawling and running as fast as they could.
While Gauss had been questioning them, other villagers had taken notice.
But seeing Carson and the others run off in terror, the rest of the villagers didn’t dare act rashly. They leaned against doorways, watching Gauss and his team walk deeper into the village with guarded eyes.
Still, when they saw Gauss’s face, a strange thought arose in all their minds—unspoken, but shared:
Why does he look so familiar?
Gauss led his companions to a small courtyard in a corner of the village.
His original family had been relatively well-off in Stonebrook.
They owned so land, and his father, Horst, was also a skilled hunter. That trade had supported the family—two sons and a daughter—through the years.
In fact, both sons had above-average physiques.
Looking back now, Gauss realized that in stat terms, a value of 5 in an attribute ant normal human health.
And back then, aside from having 6 Intelligence, all his other stats were at 5. Pretty average on paper.
But in this era—especially in poor, rural villages where at was scarce—having a “normal, healthy” body was already a rare thing.
In recent years, however, Horst had gotten older and his legs had grown stiff. He hunted less frequently, and the mountain’s ga population had also declined, so the family’s als had worsened.
Neither the original Gauss nor his older brother had inherited Horst’s hunting skills. Being a hunter might seem simple, but it actually required talent.
Then two years ago, a drought hit, and crop yields dropped sharply.
That... might have been what pushed Gauss to leave ho in the first place.
Realizing this, Gauss stopped in front of the gate.
“What’s wrong? Not going in?” Aria looked at him and blinked.
“Nothing.”
He took a deep breath, bracing himself ntally, and pushed open the rickety gate.
Creak, creak—!
The gate was tied together with a few vine cords, and it groaned loudly as he opened it—like it would fall apart with the slightest push.
He stepped into the courtyard.
“Father, Mother, I’m ho!”
He thought those familiar yet distant words would be hard to say, but they ca out far more naturally than expected—like breathing.
In the courtyard, a young woman and an older one were sitting on stools, chatting while weaving straw sandals.
They heard the creak at the door.
Looking up, they saw a tall man in a black robe standing at the entrance.
He had a broad build—just standing there, he looked like a wall.
Although Gauss had changed a lot over the past year—almost two—Rosa still recognized his face instantly.
She stood up in disbelief, her face filled with emotion.
“You… You… You’re Gauss! My son!”
The mont she saw Gauss’s handso face, tears instantly stread down her cheeks.
Gauss hurried forward.
All the fear, guilt, and anxiety he’d bottled up about seeing his family again—gone in an instant. His whole body trembled.
This was his road back—and the woman before him was his flesh and blood.
“Mom, I’m ho.”
Gauss bent down slightly and wrapped his arms around her.
Over a year ago, when he left ho, Rosa had been the one who objected most strongly.
She was like millions of other mothers—deeply devoted to her children, unwilling to see them leave her side and venture into the world.
In her simple way of thinking, no matter how tough life got, as long as the family stuck together, scrimped, and endured, they could get through it.
“These past two years, why didn’t you listen to and co ho?” Rosa’s voice trembled as she finally embraced her youngest son again.
…
Gauss didn’t know how to respond.
With the original Gauss’s mories and emotions fully fused into his own, he was Gauss—there was no distinction between the two.
Whether it was the original’s desire to make sothing of himself and return in glory, or his own emotional baggage and fear that kept him away—neither were really good excuses.
“…Sorry.”
“You must’ve gone through a lot these past two years.” But Rosa’s next words only made his guilt deepen.
Behind them, the young woman ilin stood frozen, unsure of what to do as she stared at her brother-in-law, her face still dazed.
She hadn’t spent much ti with Gauss—he’d left ho to make a living less than a year after she married into the family.
But the Gauss she rembered was a small and skinny guy—not particularly tall—and compared to the tall, handso, obviously well-off man standing before her now, the difference was... unbelievable.
Only those striking jade-green eyes held a flicker of familiarity that reminded her of the boy from before.
“…I’ve been working as an adventurer these past two years.” Gauss briefly explained his situation to Rosa, then turned toward the gate.
“Mother, ilin—let introduce you to my teammates.”
At his call, Aria and Serlandul stepped inside.
“Aria, and Serlandul.”
Both of them smiled.
But Serlandul’s smile made Rosa and ilin instinctively take half a step back, just as they were about to greet them.
It was a primal reaction—an unconscious fear from seeing sothing inhuman.
Fortunately, Gauss had warned them in advance. Once they knew who he was, the two won managed to suppress their unease and forced out a polite smile.
“Where’s Dad, Big Brother, and Sis?”
“Your father’s napping inside. Your brother took your little sister to the fields.”
“I’ll go wake him up.” ilin quickly headed to the inner room.
A mont later, Horst walked out with a limp. He and Gauss shared a quick embrace.
You could tell Horst was genuinely moved by his return, but as the head of the household, he still held back a little—keeping his composure.
Even so, there was a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
The two of them exchanged a few words, then fell into a quiet, awkward silence. Thankfully, Rosa jumped in with nonstop questions about the past two years, keeping the conversation flowing and easing the tension.
Not long after, Gauss’s older brother Hawk ca running back with their little sister Cicero, who looked around eight or nine, and ilin trailing behind them.
“Big Brother! You’re finally back!” Cicero squealed in delight. Her shoes were still muddy, but she bounced forward and threw her arms around his leg.
“Yeah.” Gauss reached down and ruffled her hair.
When he left, she was only six or seven years old.
Back then, he had lied to her—told her he was just going out to play for a few days. And now, almost two years had passed.
The little girl had grown a lot.
“Gauss, you hungry? I picked so lons from the field,” Hawk offered in his usual quiet, honest way. His rough linen clothes were full of patches.
Just like their father, he avoided looking Gauss directly in the eye.
Back then, there had been a lot of harsh realities to deal with. Horst had broken his leg and spent a fortune on treatnt, but it hadn’t helped—he was still partially disabled and couldn’t hunt properly.
Then ca the famine year—poor harvests, barely any ga in the mountains.
The family still had so savings and grain, but with two young n to feed and several mouths at ho, they’d eventually decided soone had to leave and lighten the burden.
Since Hawk was married and ilin was already pregnant at the ti, it was only natural that seventeen-year-old Gauss be the one to leave with a bag of dry rations and try to make his own way.
In this world, the eldest son inherited the household, and the second son had to forge his own path—it was a common thing.
Still, Hawk had never stopped thinking about him. He felt guilty. He’d even considered asking around about Gauss’s whereabouts, but in a remote rural village, what connections could a simple farr have?
“Alright, let’s cook then. I brought so ingredients too.”
When Gauss took out the big slab of beef tenderloin and various vegetables, the whole family was stunned. Only then did they really understand what kind of life he was living now.
They’d guessed from his clothes that he was doing well outside, but they didn’t really know how much those outfits were worth.
But beef tenderloin? That stuff was hard to get even if you had money.
Cicero’s eyes widened. The red, marbled at looked so perfect she almost drooled on the spot. She stared at it like she wanted to leap over and gnaw on it raw.
Aria, holding Cicero in her arms, watched the little girl practically salivating and silently muttered to herself—
Yup. Knew it. Gauss’s foodie instincts are definitely genetic.
Gauss had brought back plenty of food. By the ti they sat at the table, everyone was stuffed—everyone except him, that is.
Just as they were about to start chatting again…
“Mom, Dad—I need to head out for a bit,” Gauss said suddenly.
“Is sothing wrong?” Rosa asked.
“I ca back on a commission—there’s a group of Goblins upstream from Stonebrook that needs to be taken care of,” Gauss explained simply.
“Huh? You’re going now?” Rosa had just finished clearing the dishes, and her face was full of worry.
Goblins were dangerous.
She understood that Gauss was an adventurer now and monster hunting was part of his job, but hearing him say he was about to fight those inhuman creatures still made her heart skip a beat.
“Don’t worry. I’ve done dozens of missions like this. Nothing dangerous. I’ll be back soon,” Gauss reassured her with a smile.
“Can I co too?” Cicero asked excitedly.
She was at that age where everything seed like a ga. Because of the recent Goblin threat, Hawk didn’t let her play with the other kids in the village anymore. Even while working in the fields, he kept her close.
“No!” Gauss refused sternly, no room for negotiation.
Even if the chance of anything going wrong was just 0.1%, there was no reason to bring a child.
Fighting monsters wasn’t a ga—even a lion used its full strength to swat a rabbit.
To him, Goblins were easy to kill. But if Cicero followed him and got the wrong impression—thinking they weren’t dangerous at all—then she might one day take a fatal risk.
She was still too young to understand the real world.
Scared by his serious tone, Cicero shrank back two steps, her eyes downcast.
“Then I won’t go… I’ll wait for you to co back.”
“Please be careful,” Rosa and ilin chid in, still clearly uneasy.
But Horst showed no concern.
He’d seen a bit of the world in his youth. Though he never talked about it, he had once dread of becoming an adventurer when he was young—before reality smacked him in the face. In the end, he settled in the countryside and started a family.
He knew exactly what those adventurer badges hanging on Gauss’s team ant.
Even if he couldn’t imagine how Gauss had achieved all this in just two years, there was no doubt about the badges’ authenticity.
His youngest son had accomplished sothing none of them could have ever dread.
As he watched Gauss and his teammates disappearing through the gate, Horst felt a mix of pride and awe.
“Don’t worry, Rosa—Gauss can handle those Goblins easy,” Hawk was saying. “You rember George from the next village over? The sword teacher? He’s nowhere near Gauss’s level…”
He was trying to reassure their mother with concrete comparisons—helping her see just how capable Gauss had beco.
But Cicero still looked a little disappointed.
She really wanted to see her big brother fight Goblins.
Still, Gauss’s firm tone had left no room for argunt. She didn’t even dare speak up.
The three mbers of Gauss’s team mounted their ostriches and slowly made their way down the village road.
Along the way, they heard murmurs from the villagers.
Soone had seen him coming out of Horst the hunter’s ho after staying a long while, and they’d already guessed who he was—but they still couldn’t quite believe it.
So of the smarter ones had already grabbed eggs and vegetables and were heading to Horst’s house to pay a visit.
Aside from his own family, Gauss didn’t have much attachnt to the rest of the villagers.
“I can’t believe you’re actually from here,” Aria said, still sounding stunned.
When she first t Gauss, she assud he was so noble’s son—at the very least, an illegitimate child. Only nobles had access to the kind of talent and resources he showed.
But what they saw today made it crystal clear: Gauss had been born and raised in this village—just a plain, ordinary kid from the countryside.
And now, not even two years later, his entire life had changed beyond recognition. Could soone really jump that many social ranks in so little ti?
If she imagined herself in Gauss’s shoes, she knew she couldn’t have done it.
It took talent, luck, magic, and effort—none of which could be missing.
“Captain really is a genius,” Serlandul said calmly.
He had long since concluded that Gauss’s talent was far beyond anything a normal person could imagine.
A true genius was soone who shattered expectations—who made the impossible possible.
No matter how absurd the things surrounding Gauss seed, they all made sense to him.
In fact, Serlandul had a suspicion...
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced toward Gauss. His heart skipped a beat.
A thought stirred quietly in his chest:
The Child of Divine Grace.
A legendary figure from the half-snake people’s ancient tales.
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