If anything makes you upset, curse Eliphas; this has been the trend in the Royal City lately.
So are organizing donations for the Reid, while others wish to support the construction efforts, hoping for a path to success and wealth. However, even more people are eager to embark on an adventure in Yarn.
Yarn’s distinct foreign landscape and sowhat horrific atmosphere unquestionably struck a chord with many. Moreover, according to Luluwo’s guide, the blood vials purchased at a high price by Ainz III are frequently obtainable in Yarn, with a probability comparable to finding green flower grass in Fran Fort.
Whether out of curiosity or a desire to fill their wallet, the adventurers are very eager to head to Yarn; very, very eager!
Unfortunately, only a few can acquire the small music box needed to go to Yarn by defeating the [Half-beastified Father Gascoin] in the Great Tomb area. Most people can’t get this item no matter how hard they try, leading to widespread cries of despair.
However!
As if perfectly tid, two days after her guide went on sale, just when Yarn was at the peak of popularity among adventurers—
A group of Reid people, wearing hunter suits, unexpectedly appeared in Bed City through the Sain Dungeon, initially mistaken as invaders and almost killed on sight.
Once the situation was clarified, adventurers were both surprised and delighted to find their long-awaited dream had co true.
They could all go to Yarn now!
As long as they could get a small music box, anyone could start it in the dungeon and be transported there!
What happened next was predictable.
Seeing the dungeon open up new areas, adventurers flocked like the hungriest swarm of insects to a freshly harvested field—Gong Qiying/Gedwin.
This ti, it was actually the Sain Dungeon that outsmarted Luluwo.
The journey to Yarn, or rather to Reid, wasn’t just limited to adventurers. Ainz III also sent a relief team with the mindset of "We’re all victims of the Evil God, so I’m bringing so humanitarian aid."
However...
Reid, Savis City.
"Bro, how’s your body feeling now?"
In a cozy little room, Isha brought over a bowl of dicinal soup, carefully handing it to the "hulking figure" lying on the bed.
"Much better. I think I’ll go out for a walk later. Staying inside all day is really stifling."
Fanen, still in his beast form, took the dicinal soup and downed it in one go. The bitter taste made his features scrunch up, but this only made him seem more lively and human rather than just a beast focused on killing.
"Then I’ll go out with you, and you should change clothes too."
"Okay."
He got out of bed, put on the slightly tight clothes, and pressed his furry body underneath the fabric.
Compared to before, his body had shrunk, from the towering two or three ters of a giant wolfman to a normal wolfman not much larger than an average person. With recent rest and recovery, as long as he kept his emotions in check, he’d feel no beastliness and was no different from an ordinary person.
How was he treated, you ask?
Apart from force-feeding dicinal soup and sedatives, he spent every day soaking in the Sain Dungeon, where people used various control magic to help him kill monsters and accumulate blood echoes, upgrading his intelligence and endurance at the puppet to resist his beast nature. In the end, as if by miracle, he beca clear-headed.
Isha and the others believed it was the result of leveling up, but Fanen sohow felt that he could regain clarity perhaps because he hadn’t descended into complete madness like Father Gascoin, despite also being beastified, but there was a subtle difference between them.
But whatever the reason, the fact that he was clear-headed was undoubtedly a good thing.
"Staying this way might be good too, serving as a warning to others not to indulge in killing."
Gazing at his fierce yet sowhat handso wolfman reflection in the mirror, he sighed, shook his head, put on a hat, and headed out the door, where Isha was already waiting at the entrance. As soon as they opened the door—
Savis City was bustling with noise.
What was going on? Didn’t Savis suffer a catastrophe not long ago and resemble a silent ghost town? Why had it now turned into a chaotic marketplace?
Fanen and his sister clearly knew the reason, smiling wryly as they stepped into the bustling streets of their city.
The diverse voices of adventurers drifted into their ears.
"Damn, weren’t you the brat invading in Yarn earlier? Don’t play dumb, I’ve rembered your physique!"
"Oh dear, I feel like the shield stab isn’t quite effective against hunters. Any better strategies?"
"This Hunter’s Pistol is way too fun, I could play with it forever!"
"Does anyone have an extra small music box? I want to buy one as a birthday gift for my daughter."
"Hey buddy, you really want to end up like Gascoin?"
Yes, currently swarming Savis City like an infestation of insects, were hordes and hordes of adventurers, adventurers from the Kingdom of Yanor!
They poured in, with so even choosing to settle here, and others idly assisting with the town’s rebuilding.
Nurous civil engineering magicians recently released from prison joined the construction efforts, and in a short period, the dilapidated Savis City amazingly returned to its forr glory, making its original residents feel like they were back in the past.
Initially overwheld by the adventurers’ arrival, Fanen and the others eventually chose to go with the flow, allowing the adventurers to take charge.
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