Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1374 - 160: Negotiation

"It’s just a conflict with certain members of the Triclops race," Catherine glanced upward with an indifferent air, leisurely saying, "As for having conflicts with the entire Triclops race, that is what you have been saying; I never said that. I just never denied it."

"That is indeed the case," Sheila recalled the recent events and forced a smile, shaking her head: "I can’t believe I didn’t notice. You indeed never said that; you were just asking the question back at us. We were too clever for our own good."

"Well, to say that there were conflicts with the entire Triclops race isn’t wrong either," Catherine’s gaze shifted to Ava and she tousled the girl’s neatly combed smooth hair, speaking with a touch of tenderness, "Ava is a special one."

"Rattle rattle"

"Does that mean, there are only four living Triclops left? No, wait, those three you mentioned are already dead, so does that leave just her?" Sheila translated for Saen: "Sigein, when did she die? Since Mil also knew Sigein, that means she survived that final battle where even Loki fell; when did she die, did she die alongside the goblins during the great disaster?"

Catherine remained silent, not directly answering Saen’s question, and the knight girl also wondered whether she should tell the Undead the truth, or if she even knew the truth. If she revealed it, she wondered whether it would affect any of Pannis’s possible plans. Although unsure of the specifics, Catherine knew Pannis would not stir trouble with language just out of a temporary anger at a partner who might understand Ava’s identity but had thoughtfully never mentioned it; he must have had his own reasons. However, after hesitating for a while and seeing no indication from Pannis to stop her, she eventually made up her mind, smiled brightly, and countered: "No one ever said that Sigein was dead, Mr. Saen. Look, even Mr. Mil was just saying that he wanted Sigein to come and meet him, perhaps Sigein isn’t dead after all."

"Rattle rattle rattle."

"Saen says, from the tone of your speech, it seems you have met Sigein; that implies she lived at least until the Fourth Epoch, and from your ages, um, how old should they be?" Sheila, adopting Saen’s voice and manner, translated his words, completely ignoring Catherine’s response about whether Sigein was dead and even translating his inquiry to the other Undead. After receiving their responses, she continued translating: "So, that means she lived at least until ten years ago, right? I’ve heard from my kind who lived before about the final battle, and I would really like to know how she managed to escape the final battle even after the betrayal by the gods and continued to survive until today."

"Just like the previous question, this story is a bit long, and I’ll tell you later," Pannis said gravely, shaking his head lowly, "Besides, there are some things I would like to discuss with you alone, important matters."

"Alone?" Sheila translated: "From our conversation just now, I could tell that your Triclops language skills are quite good for the latter Epochs, but if you want to discuss in writing, it might not be possible to talk about very complex issues, right?"

"Bring your own translator," Pannis gestured for the little banshee to come over: "Annie, come here."

Curious and immensely happy to see so many of her own and other races gathered together, the jovial little creature floated over and directly landed on Pannis’s face, joyfully swinging back and forth on his hair like a swing, her little face full of bright smiles, and exclaimed happily: "This is so much fun, big brother Pannis, Annie has so many of her own kind now, and they can all talk to Annie, it’s just wonderful."

"Pannis is no fun at all." Pannis, pressing down his hair, cracked a smile but with an expressionless face, he pulled the overly excited little one down and gently patted her bottom as a form of discipline, and casually held Annie, who didn’t care at all about the spanking and even laughed more joyfully, in his arms and said to Saen, "Let her translate for us."

"But you must be alone," Annie voluntarily translated Saen’s words, "Is that okay?"

"This little one is fine," Pannis was silent for a few seconds, shaking his head, "She’s very sensible, she wouldn’t even tell Catherine about secretive things."

"That’s right, Annie is very sensible," the little banshee said with a mischievous glint in her pretty eyes, giggling loudly, "Just like the time when Brother Pannis secretly gave me and Little Deer alcohol, I never mmm mmm mmm mmm..."

"Rattle rattle rattle," Saen opened his mouth wide, and without needing translation, it was clear he was laughing loudly, just as the merchant Kenseth they had encountered before had said, in this world, aside from a very few weakest goblin child undead, there are hardly any children, given that the main source of the Undead here largely comes from the warriors who died in battles during the First and Third Epochs as the main battlegrounds; proportionally, finding a few children among the millions of resurrected Undead is not easy. And the love for young creatures is unavoidable, no matter the race, just like the Little Deer now going crazy, mingling among a bunch of skeletons, holding four skulls including its own, performing a juggling act it had just learned, with the skulls constantly flipping in the air and occasionally making a rattling noise, making the scene both horrifying and somewhat funny. Therefore, when facing innocent, cute, and sensible children, even the hardest of hearts will soften, even someone like Saen, who in his lifetime was one of the topmost supreme leaders, looked down upon all beings, could not help but burst into laughter watching Annie chattering and playing, even reaching out to touch the little one’s head.

Cuddled in Pannis’s arms, the little one was fearless, even unafraid when unfamiliar people touched her head, instead giggling and responding with a silly face, burying her face into Pannis’s chest.

"Letting her translate is no problem," Pannis pinched the little banshee’s cheek, affirmatively stating, "She can absolutely keep a secret."

"It seems to be a very important matter," since the little one being pinched was still laughing uncontrollably, Shiela temporarily took over the translating duties, "Well, let’s talk alone then, but can’t Shiela listen in either?"

"It’s better not to," Pannis hesitated for a moment, shaking his head, "After the talk, you can decide based on the situation whether she is suitable to be informed or not."

"That’s fine," Saen gave a rattle, "But let’s wait a bit, everyone just came over to welcome you, it doesn’t seem appropriate to just leave them behind like this."

"Hmm, okay, just schedule a time," Pannis pointed towards the group of leaders who had just arrived and said, "But looking at the current atmosphere, it’s not really suitable for a welcome party either."