Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1383 - 169 I Have a Request

"Rattle, rattle, rattle." Saen stared at Pannis, his rigid fingers scraping his polished cheekbone as if to alleviate the awkwardness when humans run out of things to say. After a long stare, he nodded and said, "Rattle rattle."

"Saen asks, are all beings in this era as interesting in speech as you?" Shiela translated with a tone of awe, "Or is it just a special case like you who can reach such heights?"

"I am certainly a special case, hahaha, who else could be more humorous than me?" Pannis boasted proudly, patting his chest as if someone had complimented him, "People like me are always very special."

"Well then, Mr. Special," Shiela rolled her eyes, even though she was just a ghost, "Is your story finished?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Your reactions surprise me, much better than I anticipated," Pannis didn’t answer Shiela’s question but instead shifted the topic, "In my imagination, you shouldn’t be as calm as you are now."

"Well, your story is indeed unexpected; we too felt surprised and excited, but we’ve adjusted our feelings long ago," Shiela smiled, her smile conveying a sense of time-worn wisdom: "Given your understanding of us, you should know how long we lived before we died. Although we don’t remember much from before our revival, some of our mindset remains. How could we lose our composure for long over a story? After hundreds of thousands of years, the people we’ve met, the experiences we’ve had, it’s been too much. If we couldn’t calm ourselves at any moment, we would have gone insane a long time ago. So yes, your story is surprising and even shocking, and it’s related to the master we care about most right now, but that’s as far as it goes. Did you expect us to be very excited because of the master’s identity, or did you think we would accuse you of heresy and attack you because you doubted the status of the master we worship?"

"What do you think? If the ones listening to the story weren’t the two of you, the situations you described might actually happen," Pannis replied, "Let’s not talk about ordinary Undead folks, just consider those leaders currently in the tavern. If I were to tell them this story, wouldn’t they really break with us on the spot for insulting and doubting the Deity they worship?"

"Rattle rattle."

As Shiela’s figure flickered, hesitant to answer, Saen timely provided her with an excuse, and the female ghost hastily used translation to cover her embarrassment: "Saen says your story is very interesting, but it seems that things outside the story are even more intriguing."

"Hey, you two are joining forces to change the subject, right?" Pannis quipped, with no interest in pursuing further, casually asking, "Never mind whether the story is interesting or not; the important thing is, what do you think about it?"

"Our opinion or Saen’s opinion? But actually, our views should be basically the same," Shiela countered: "Or should I ask you, which aspect do you want to know?"

"Either is fine," Pannis said casually: "Just speak freely."

"Rattle rattle."

"Hehe, I thought so too," Shiela nodded to Saen, then turned to Pannis and said: "We roughly know what you want to ask. In our view, this story is interesting, but that’s it. For us, it’s just a story because you can’t provide any evidence to prove not just your assumptions, but the authenticity of the story."

"Rattle rattle."

"Yes," Shiela nodded again: "Normally, we wouldn’t consider that you would resort to deception in such matters because it’s too easy to expose. If what happened a hundred years ago in this world were true, you all would be heroes, especially the one who sacrificed. A simple investigation could prove the truth of your story, so there’s no point in lying about such matters. However, the situation is different now. The two worlds are isolated, your story, even if entirely fabricated, is hard to disprove. Plus, time is of the essence; even if your lies are exposed, it wouldn’t matter once things have already happened."

"I think it can still be verified," Pannis said: "Don’t you have your own channels of information? You even know about Death’s Gate being opened once; verifying the truth of a story shouldn’t be that difficult."

"Quite the contrary," Shiela shook her head: "The Door Home was indeed opened, which is a historical fact and easy to find out about. But your story is just a rumor, hard to verify."

"I see," Pannis stroked his chin thoughtfully: "It seems, then, that your sources of information are the six Undead Skeletons."

Shiela closed her mouth and stared seriously at Pannis’s face, clearly displeased with the deduction.

"Sorry, my mistake, I’m used to it," Pannis said with a wry smile: "I didn’t mean to test you, just habitual thinking."

"Rattle rattle."

"Alright, Saen forgives you, and so I forgive you too," Shiela wasn’t actually angry, just slightly irritated, and now resumed her usual demeanor, translating: "Saen says, given your performance just now, you do not seem like a rash person. For the story’s credibility, you wouldn’t have discussed this story with us without thorough consideration. Thus, he thinks you either have other ways to make us believe your story, or you have other motives, even if we don’t believe your story, your goal could still be achieved. So, which is it?"

"I just said, it’s just a story," Pannis spread his hands: "True or false, you decide."

"Rattle rattle."

"Understood," Shiela nodded: "That means, you don’t need us to believe to achieve your purpose, but what exactly is your purpose, of course concerning the purpose of telling this story, not the appointment—I wouldn’t want to go through that dialogue again. Uh, those last two sentences were mine."

"Purpose?" Pannis chuckled lightly: "The purpose of storytelling is, of course, seeking help."

"Rattle rattle."

"Help what? How to help?" Shiela asked on behalf of Saen: "Besides, why should we help you?"

"It’s because of this story," Pannis suddenly dropped the playful expression from his face and became serious, sitting upright on the stone steps and speaking in a low voice: "I have a request, or rather, a plea."