NABC Chapter 361
Chapter 361
Chapter 361: Chapter 269: The Bizarre Eagle Cape Village Chapter 361: Chapter 269: The Bizarre Eagle Cape Village “I’m back!”
Hayna pushed open the door of her family’s shop, shouting loudly.
Of course, she didn’t bring a key.
But in their small village, keys were hardly necessary.
Usually everyone’s doors were left wide open.
Not to mention, many families ran their own little businesses...
for instance, Hayna’s father was the village’s finest blacksmith.
Perhaps that’s where Hayna got her extraordinary strength.
...
For this reason, her family was somewhat well-off in the village.
That’s how they could afford to support her studies in Flute Town, rather than having her marry early in the village.
Now, it was only because of the cold winter that the doors were closed at noon.
Hayna still remembered the days when she was doing homework and old Hunter Grandpa from next door would come barging in without a word, dragging Dad out to go fishing.@@@@
“Sis!”
An excited, childish voice echoed from within the house, “Mom, sis is back!”
It was a boy who looked to be about twelve or thirteen.
“Jack!”
Hayna was delighted, dropping her luggage on the floor to squat down and hug the boy.
After releasing the embrace, she touched her younger brother’s head with a hint of nostalgia, “You’ve grown up quite a bit...”
In Hayna’s memory, Jack was still the snotty-nosed little brat who would follow her around the village.
Now, he had already become a “young man.”
His light brown curly hair was fluffy, and his amber-like pupils were as warm and soft as amber itself.
He looked roughly seventy to eighty percent similar to Hayna.
Even though the village life had roughened his skin, with his nose and cheeks somewhat red, he was still quite handsome.
“Grown up so much...
Got a sweetheart yet?”
Seeing Jack suddenly become shy, Hayna teased further, “Is it a classmate?”
“I stopped going to school a long time ago,”
Jack just scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, “I really can’t remember those things...
I stopped studying after elementary school.
“But Dad has already started teaching me how to forge!
Dad says I’m already halfway through my apprenticeship...
After I fully master it, I’ll craft a fine suit of armor and weapons for you, sis!”
Jack said excitedly.
Hayna just smiled, noncommittal.
—Because by now, she knew that not all Inspectors were outfitted with armor.
And the armor the knights had all came as a grant from Her Majesty the Queen.
It was the same with weapons—the weapons she could use were all issued equipment.
Only this kind of “officially authorized equipment” could maximize the power of the Path of Authority.
It’s not so much about the weapon itself, but rather about the special significance these weapons held.
“Where’s Dad?”
Looking at the stove that had gone out who knows when, now cold, Hayna was somewhat puzzled, “Gone fishing?”
“He drank too much last night, he’s lying down.”
Jack rolled his eyes, casually saying, “Anyway, I can do most of the ordinary work.”
Hayna shook her head helplessly, “Stinky old man...”
As she spoke, she handed her side-sword to her brother, “Could you take care of this for me, Jack?”
“I found Grandpa Jacob’s grandson.
He’s my junior, now adopted by the Founding Families...”
Hayna said excitedly, “And Mr.
Sherlock, the famous detective!
They’re also coming to Eagle Cape Village to visit!”
“That’s great!”
Jack immediately got excited, “Is it the Sherlock who often appears in the newspapers?”
Even though Eagle Cape Village was very remote, ‘The Cattle and Bay’ newspaper often made its way there—the only problem was that by the time the newspapers arrived, they were hardly fresh anymore.
Sometimes, even the delivery was mixed up—like when they would receive later editions before the earlier ones, followed by deliveries of several days prior, and then days later, receiving newspapers dated both earlier and later at the same time.
If you didn’t look at the dates on the newspapers, there was no way to tell their chronological order.
“That’s him!”
Hayna boasted, “And that junior coming with him, he’s the well-known Aiwass Moriarty!”
“Oh wow!
I’ve read about him in the papers too—he and his sister took down a powerful Dark Wizard!”
“Not a Dark Wizard, it’s a Demon Scholar!
And that news is quite old; the recent story is...”
Hayna sighed with a smile, carefully explaining her brother’s factual mistakes.
But just then, Hayna’s mother frowned slightly, and with a note of worry, she asked, “Why didn’t you come back with them?
When will they arrive?”
“By tonight, I guess?”
Hayna wasn’t sure.
She waved her hand dismissively, saying, “They are coming on Gryphons, unlike me who had to take the overnight train.
They’re a different breed altogether.”
Intentionally, she hid the fact that she was about to get a Gryphon herself.
On one hand, she wasn’t sure she could actually acquire a Gryphon, fearing mockery if she spoke too soon and didn’t come through; on the other hand, she wanted to surprise her acquaintances.
“Then you should go to meet them,”
Hayna’s mother said with an almost commanding tone, “Otherwise, they might get lost.”
Hayna, somewhat lazy and reluctant, protested, “Ah?
Do I have to...
The village is so easy to find...
I’ve already told them, just travel south from Flute Town, cross over a mountain and you’ll see it.”
“Do as you’re told, you have to meet them—”
Her mother asserted more forcefully, “What if the guests arrive late and are harassed by ghosts in the night?”
“Come on, they’re all very strong.”
Hayna was unconvinced, “There’s even a very powerful Priest among the guests.
If the ghosts really come, we could have them perform an exorcism for us...”
She thought of the photo of Aiwass using the Holy Sword to defeat a Demon.
Although she hadn’t witnessed it herself, she had heard about the miracle that occurred that day.
With such power, any ghost could easily be vanquished.
“You should still go out and wait for them, then come back once you’ve met them.”
Even though Hayna countered every argument her mother made with detailed explanations and excuses, her mother ultimately chose to shut down the conversation, pushing a dumbfounded Hayna out of the door.
“Hey?
Mom?!
It’s cold out, at least give me a coat—”
Hayna’s wail rose in the chilly winds of late December.