Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Prize Quiz in the Newspaper
’This ball of light looks a lot like the one Yvonne Lynch produces when she uses her superpower.’
Faye Yardley asked, "Mr. Zephyr Sterling, does that ball of light have any healing properties?"
"I’ll try."
As he spoke, a dagger appeared in his left hand. He then made a small cut on his left leg, brought the ball of light in his right hand close, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It actually works." Zephyr Sterling sounded quite happy when he said this; after all, he had never even considered the possibility of it being for healing.
Faye Yardley’s expression was rather hard to describe.
"You’re not feeling uncomfortable in any other way, are you?"
Zephyr Sterling shook his head. "No, I’m just waiting for this light to disappear. It’ll probably go away after a little more time."
"Alright, then. If you start to feel unwell, you have to tell me. Also, don’t eat any more of that meat for now. Wait until we’re sure it’s safe before you even consider it."
"Don’t worry. I was just a little curious and gave it a try."
Faye Yardley nodded. "I’m sure Mr. Zephyr Sterling knows what he’s doing."
’As if,’ she thought. ’If he really knew what he was doing, he wouldn’t have touched it in the first place.’
Once she confirmed he was alright for the time being, Faye Yardley felt a bit more at ease. After hanging up, she went to take a shower.
She went downstairs and ate the chicken and mushroom stew that Willow Yardley had specially prepared. It even had chunks of potato in it—just the way she liked it.
She had two bowls of rice with the dish.
People get sleepy when they’re full. They feel like zoning out, and their thoughts come to a temporary halt.
So Faye Yardley didn’t force herself to do anything. She just lounged on the swing chair, swaying back and forth, enjoying the moment of peace.
She took out the Island Love Report and started reading.
It really was full of all sorts of romantic entanglements from the various islands.
It chased away every last bit of Faye Yardley’s sleepiness, completely waking her up.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, these love lives were so tangled you couldn’t even tell who loved whom.
She loves him, he loves her, she also loves her, him, and it, while he, she, and it love her and him.
You had to find clues in the various descriptions—it was a total brain-burner. Reading it was like playing a puzzle game; you just couldn’t stop.
She even saw news about Nora Nash and Melissa Chapman. It said that Nora Nash had not only gone into seclusion for a breakthrough but had even sealed off all of Isle 98. A heartbroken Melissa Chapman, after several failed attempts to land, had a chance encounter with a navy lieutenant commander who fell in love with her at first sight.
"Wow, their lives are so colorful! Will Melissa Chapman fall into the arms of another young talent, or will she wait painstakingly for Island Master Nash to emerge from seclusion? Let’s wait and see."
Faye Yardley found it all very exciting to read. Although there wasn’t any clickbait-style writing, the content was still plenty shocking.
’Is the navy lieutenant commander human?’
’So, in this crazy universe, interspecies romance is actually possible.’
Faye Yardley never knew that she was the conservative, closed-minded one.
"The saying ’free your mind and keep up with the times’ really does apply everywhere."
She was having a great time reading it; the slight drowsiness from her full meal had long since flown to the heavens.
She even felt an impulse to share the gossip with someone.
And she didn’t need to look for anyone else—Willow Yardley was right there. She pulled her over to read the paper with her, and as they chatted, they managed to uncover several more subplots.
Unexpectedly, the two of them spent nearly two hours just discussing the newspaper, the time flying by without them even noticing.
"I can’t. I can’t read this anymore."
"You can fish for chests while you read, Sister. That way it’s not a waste of time."
Faye Yardley nodded. "You make a good point. Come on, let’s go fishing outside."
Sitting in the thatched hut, the two had some fruit by their side as they read the paper. Willow Yardley turned and said, "Sister, there’s a prize quiz we can enter on here. Want to give it a try?"
"Let me see. What are the questions?"
Faye Yardley found the section in the corner of the paper that read [This issue’s prize quiz: How many rivals in love does Melissa Chapman have?]
"What kind of question is that? It’s however many they say it is."
Willow Yardley shook her head. "There are standards. Someone has to meet the criteria to be called a rival, and there are clues to follow. The answer for each issue is right here in the paper; it’s just a matter of who can find it. And there’s a prize if you guess correctly."
"What’s the prize?"
Willow Yardley flipped through the paper and found this issue’s prize tucked away in a small space. Pointing, she said, "Sister, look. This issue’s prize is a greeting card. No matter where the other person is, this card can deliver your regards (not valid for the deceased)."
"That’s a pretty interesting reward. Come on, let’s try to guess."
’A greeting card. I could probably use it, but I bet I could also trade it for something good on the trading market.’
It wasn’t restricted to a specific area, so as long as the person was alive, it could be delivered anywhere.
’Wait, I have a use for it myself! I could ask how Yvonne Lynch is doing.’
After all, she had been a great help, and there had been no news of her since she was taken back.
"Sister, I can only find two who qualify as rivals. I’ll circle them first."
Faye Yardley nodded. She felt a tug on the fishing rod by her feet, quickly lifted it, and pulled up a swordfish. She immediately processed it for the Fish Meat and stored it away.
After casting the line again, Faye Yardley suddenly remembered her raft had a radar now. ’I should check if any treasure chests have appeared within its detection range; that way, I can fish for them specifically.’
With that in mind, she had the system open the radar screen. A distinct blue circle appeared around the raft, indicating the radar’s detection range.
Marine creatures that posed no threat to the raft wouldn’t trigger an alarm, and chests certainly wouldn’t either, so she had to watch it herself. They were fishing for chests from a fixed spot in the thatched hut, but the chests could approach from any direction.
The range wasn’t very large, but it was better than nothing.
Even if her own line of sight was longer than the radar’s range, her eyes couldn’t see in every direction at once, but the radar could.
And just like that, a bobbing treasure chest entered the radar’s detection range on the side with the planting room.
Willow Yardley stood up immediately. "I’ll go hook the chest. You can take a look first, Sister. The quiz deadline is still a day away, so there’s no need to rush."
Faye Yardley picked up the paper and read it again. ’A lot of people will probably guess this correctly,’ she thought, ’but the prize description didn’t say only one person could win.’
’It’s a shame my brother and Mr. Pierce aren’t back yet. Otherwise, our chances of winning would be a little higher.’
’Oh well, I’ll leave this brain-racking task to Willow,’ she decided. So, Faye Yardley took out the brochure for Isles 135-155.
Opening it revealed a series of exquisite promotional images.
But the promotional images were all there was. Besides the island’s number marked on the picture, there wasn’t a single extra word.
’A brochure?’
’Calling it a promotional picture book would be more accurate!’
Although they were all just promotional images of islands, she could still see the differences between each one.
Faye Yardley examined them very carefully, flipping through the pages at an incredibly slow pace.
