Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Quest Items Cannot Be Taken Out of the Dungeon
The streets were empty at night, without a single soul in sight.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was a ghost town.
Ghastly green will-o’-the-wisps swirled outside the white house where Faye Yardley was staying, not daring to approach, yet unwilling to leave.
Inside, Faye Yardley felt very unwell. Her abdomen was bloated, with a faint, aching pain.
After changing into a fresh one and tossing it into the Fire Pit, she was surprised to feel the temperature outside drop slightly.
’What a hellish place. Surely the women in this city get their periods, right?’
’If they do, how do they get through it?’
The Fire Pit was right outside the carriage, and a fireplace was lit nearby. More importantly, she was indoors, yet she still felt cold.
’How absurd.’
She took out an Exorcism Talisman and stuck it on the carriage.
She then took a blanket from her backpack and wrapped herself up in it.
Leaning back, Faye Yardley fell asleep.
It wasn’t a comfortable sleep, but it was peaceful enough.
When she woke up, she put the blanket back in her backpack and opened the door. To her surprise, the weather was wonderful. It was no longer gloomy like the past two days; she could even see the sun directly.
"The third day."
The city by day was the complete opposite of the night, bustling with activity from early morning.
Even from her secluded residential area, she could hear the lively commotion from the street ahead.
FLUTTER. A gray carrier pigeon flew before her and tilted its head curiously. It then dropped the small bamboo tube from its beak into her hand and flew away.
She pulled out the stopper. Inside was a long, slender, rectangular Crystal. Its surface wasn’t smooth, but covered in many facets.
[Friendly Reminder: This is a quest item. Bringing it to a village of one hundred households or fewer will grant the village tax exemption. Villagers will be free to travel to nearby towns for education and trade.]
[Bring this item back to the small village to free its inhabitants and clear this Dungeon.]
’So the so-called "control" in clearance method 2 means the villagers are confined to their village and can’t leave as they please?’
’If that’s the case, I can reconsider whether to return and use it in Monty’s village, or just survive for seven days and take this item out of the Dungeon.’
"System, can I take this out of the Dungeon?"
[Dear Player, this is a Dungeon-specific quest item and cannot be removed from the Dungeon.]
This Dungeon felt a bit random; Faye Yardley didn’t even know what she was here to do.
’Is it purely for the experience?’
’No, that’s not it. This Dungeon is also very dangerous. Don’t be fooled by the fact I’ve only met two people on the road—neither of them was normal.’
’In fact, it felt like there wasn’t a single normal person in that entire village.’
’And the reason I haven’t gotten into trouble... it’s hard to say it’s not because of my high Luck Value and charm value.’
’Anyone else might not have even been able to handle the Skeletal Horse.’
After storing the quest item in her inventory, Faye Yardley decided to take advantage of the nice weather and explore the town.
It was a bit of a walk from this relatively upscale residential area to the commercial street.
She didn’t see any hidden shops along the way, just ordinary houses.
She followed the sounds of the bustling crowd, and soon the road was lined with shops. In Faye Yardley’s opinion, however, the goods for sale were nothing special.
After all, everything cost real money, and since nothing caught her eye, she wasn’t about to make a purchase.
However, at a shop selling seeds, she did use some copper coins to buy seeds for common local crops and ornamental plants.
As for the food here, she had no intention of eating any of it, to be honest.
Even though it smelled incredibly tempting, the thought of buying some to try never crossed her mind.
She did, however, browse the clothing stores and bought several outfits—not just for herself, but also for Willow and Eamon.
The material wasn’t the best, but the styles were very distinctive.
Finally, she wandered to a general store on a corner. The owner’s attitude was terrible; he stared at every customer who walked in as if they were a thief.
Of course, business at the general store wasn’t exactly booming, or else he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on everyone.
Faye Yardley looked at a silver photo frame on the wall and asked, "Is that for sale?"
"10 Silver."
"Uncle Chuck, I’ve saved up enough for postage! Please mail my letter for me," a little girl in simple, patched, but very clean clothes called out excitedly as she entered.
"Oh, you have a customer. I’ll wait."
The owner nodded, his face stern. "Just give me the letter and the money."
After the little girl left, Faye Yardley asked, "You have a mail service too, sir?"
"You want to mail a letter?"
Faye Yardley nodded. "Yes, but I don’t know the address."
"Who are you sending it to?"
"To anyone? Even without an address?"
"Who? Spit it out or stop wasting my time."
The owner’s tone was clearly growing impatient.
"Nicholas Momo."
And then, Faye Yardley was thrown out of the general store by the owner.
Literally thrown out!
After steadying herself, Faye Yardley got angry too. She ran back and yelled, "Hey! If you can’t mail it, just say so! What’s the big idea, throwing me out?!"
"My store!"
"I’m a customer!"
The store owner snorted, threw the only two customers in his shop out the door, and slammed it shut.
The other customer, who had been caught in the crossfire, gave Faye Yardley a strange look, shot her a thumbs-up, and then walked away.
’What was that supposed to mean?’
’It’s one thing for the owner to be nuts, but are the customers nuts too?’
"Miss, miss, are you trying to get Uncle Chuck to mail a letter for you?"
It was the little girl from earlier.
Faye Yardley looked down at her. "Yes. Do you know a way? Ah, I mean, can he really deliver every letter to the right person?"
"Yep, Uncle Chuck can deliver anywhere. The postage is just a little expensive."
"Oh, I see. Thank you."
"I heard you say you have a letter for Count Nicholas. Is that true?"
Faye Yardley couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. ’Impressive. Even a random little girl I bump into knows about him.’
"Yes. You know of him?"
The little girl nodded. "Mhm. Everyone in town knows that name is sort of taboo, you’re not supposed to say it. There just aren’t many people around here, so if no one else hears us, it’s not a huge deal."
"Taboo? But you’re saying it."
The little girl immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, glanced left and right, and then said quickly, "I didn’t say anything."
Then she ran off.
Faye Yardley glanced back at the firmly shut door of the general store but didn’t dwell on it, simply moving on to the next shop.
And then she found herself in front of the post office.
She looked up at the sign, blinked, but didn’t go inside. After all, Monty wanted the letter delivered directly into her son’s hands, not mailed.
Besides, Faye Yardley truly had no idea where Count Nicholas was.
’If only he would just pop up on his own.’
"Hello there, little miss. Are you looking for me?"
A deep, rich voice sounded from behind her.
Faye Yardley spun around in surprise to face the speaker. "You are..."
