Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1274 - 60 - Old Fox

"Hey, are you eavesdropping?" Far from Freya, Pannis suddenly hung upside down from a Rhea pine, swinging back and forth and said to the person in front of him, "That’s not a good habit, Guild Leader Odin. I never thought you’d be so leisurely as to have the time to slack here, let alone fight with pine needles while you’re at it."

"If Lord Kyle can’t hear from his position, how could I possibly hear." The elderly Odin was sitting under a pine tree, seemingly unsurprised by Pannis’s abrupt appearance, not even lifting his eyelids, he continued to weave some strange ornaments with pine needles, "I don’t have the habit of eavesdropping on my own daughter’s conversations."

"How do you know I can’t hear, I’m listening very clearly right now." Pannis said with a sly smile, "She’s saying, ’My father always bullies me, kicks me out and won’t let me return home, only gives me fifty thousand gold coins as pocket money for a few years, and even threatens me that I can’t come back unless I can increase it tenfold. I’m simply the world’s most pitiful daughter.’

"Heh, although you’ve changed a lot, the gentlemanly side of your nature has never changed. When you need to stay clear, you would never eavesdrop." Odin shook his head and chuckled, "Besides, Freya would never say that, because the bet between us has already ended, and she has won. I have long acknowledged her independence and I no longer impose any restrictions on her. So you see, sometimes information is very important, one must constantly update their information in order to deceive others effectively."

"Tsk, you and your daughter are just the same, no fun at all." Pannis pouted, discontentedly saying, "Since you’re so idle as to tease me, why don’t you take care of your daughter and just watch her go crazy?"

"I can’t control Freya, and I have no need to stop her." Odin said with an indulgent smile, "Have you forgotten? As long as Freya is happy, I can do anything for her. Back then for her happiness, I was willing to risk turning against a brother of many years to force Kara to agree to the bet, putting his son’s happiness on the line as well. If I could do that then, why would I stop her now? Besides, I think her choice is quite good, truly fitting for my daughter, very discerning."

"Are you serious?" Pannis furrowed his brow, looking serious, but the sight was quite comical as he still hung upside down, clearly realizing the problem, he immediately flipped down from the treetop, stood in front of Odin with his arms crossed, and seriously asked, "You’re not unaware of what I’m planning to do, are you? Even so, you still think her choice is quite good?"

"Why not?" Odin stopped his weaving, looked up directly at Pannis and asked, "Your Highness Flare assured us with great confidence about the success rate of your plan during the high-level meeting, and your past achievements made us very readily accept her assurance. Since you think the plan has such a high success rate, it means you must believe you’ll come back, so why should I worry about Freya being sad because of it? Or are you actually not very confident, and just proposing the plan on a whim, trying your luck? If that’s the case, I think I need to inform Her Highness Flare, I believe she would be very interested in stopping you from going to your death."

"Of course, I’m confident about the success rate," Pannis sighed and said, "But even the most perfect plan can fail, and the ’Return of the Dead’ disaster a hundred years ago is an example. What if I don’t make it back?"

"Lord Kyle, perhaps living without the threat of death for over a hundred years has made you forget who we are. We are adventurers, you, me, Freya, we are adventurers who dance with danger and opportunity, accompanied by blood and death. As an adventurer, shouldn’t one always be prepared for their own death, or the death of their friends and loved ones? That’s precisely why we should fully enjoy every moment of life, trying not to leave any regrets." Odin’s gaze held a peculiar depth as he said significantly, "So, regarding Freya’s choice, I absolutely approve."

"Heh, heh, heh, I got it, I got it. So you’ve considered all this, you really are the Guild Leader who once steered the Adventurers’ Guild through its crisis. No wonder you have a daughter like Freya." Pannis narrowed his eyes then opened them wide again, shaking his head and speaking in a tone that was ambiguous between praise and sarcasm, "In your plan, if I come back alive, then Freya can continue to live happily, and you’ve reached your goal as the ultimate victor. And if I don’t make it back? Then my death would be the best warning for Freya, making her truly understand how cruel and dangerous the world of an adventurer can be; thus she might become more cautious or even gradually leave the world of adventurers to live safely. Then, your goal would still be achieved, and you’d still be the ultimate victor."

"Heh, typical of Lord Kyle, with just a casual remark from me, you’ve entirely figured out what I’m thinking," Odin said, stroking his beard with a smile. "Since it’s impossible to stop something from happening, it’s only natural to extract as much benefit from it as possible, right? I suppose, Lord Kyle, you wouldn’t oppose such an idea."

"Yeah, how could I possibly oppose it? And even if I did, what could I do? I..." Before Pannis could finish, Flare’s voice could be heard from afar: "Pannis, Pannis, where have you run off to?"

"I’m over here catching up on some sleep," Pannis called out loudly, indicating his position with his voice. It didn’t take long for Flare’s voluptuous figure to appear at the end of his line of sight. When he turned back around, Odin had vanished from where he stood, as if he had never been there at all.

"Come quick, come quick." Flare ran up to Pannis, grabbed his arm, and while pulling him along, said, "I’ve been looking for you for a while."

"Where are we going?" Pannis, feeling half-dead, got dragged along without any enthusiasm, and said, "I was sleeping, you know."

"We’re going to offer flowers to my mother together," Flare said in a tone that suggested this was the most obvious thing to do. "It’s tradition, isn’t it?"

"Why do I have to go?" Pannis protested vainly as he struggled. "She’s your mother, I don’t even know her."

"That’s because she is my mother," Flare said with a beaming smile. "Besides, once we offer the flowers, you’ll know her."

"But she’s younger than me," Pannis protested.

"No one has ever said you can’t offer flowers to someone younger than yourself," Flare laughed joyfully. "Come on, you can’t get away today."

"Help me~~~~~~"