Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1389 - 175 Opinions of Everyone

"Phew, we can finally have a moment of peace," Lina’s right hand moved through the air above the stone bed, wrapped in faint life energy that caressed her slender palm and brushed over the solid stone bed. In the World of the Dead, one must always be extra cautious with every action, even sleeping, which is not because this world might be attacked by enemies or because there is a fear of malice from the Undead—though such concerns certainly need to be guarded against—but that is not the main issue. The real necessity for constant vigilance lies in the unfamiliar surroundings.

For the Undead, everything in this world is very familiar and extremely safe, posing no harm to them; for the living, however, it’s not necessarily the same. A common object, for instance, might be so saturated with the Energy of Death that inadvertently touching it could deal a fatal blow to the living. The Undead might prepare such items out of habit or even with good intentions in a special welcome, but the end result could be something neither party wishes to see. Therefore, since entering the Realm of the Dead, unless everyone is certain of what lies before them, they would examine it as meticulously as Lina did, not daring to make direct contact until its safety has been confirmed.

"Ugh, I’m dead tired." After ensuring that the stone bed was free of any special Energy of Death and wouldn’t cause any adverse effects, Lina laid down directly on the hard bed, stretching out her limbs to reveal her supple curves and letting out a comfortable moan, expressing her contentment, "There’s nothing in the world more blissful than lying down and relaxing on a bed after being mentally strained and exhausted for days. It’s just a shame this isn’t home. Big sis, I miss our soft, big bed at home."

"Actually, you could still enjoy that here," Vivian snapped her notebook closed, which she had been holding all night, and said seriously, "There should be a sort of plant here called nighttear grass, whose leaves are very soft and, when spread on a bed, it’s so comfortable it feels like lying on a goose down quilt. If you can find some, you’re guaranteed a good night’s sleep."

"There’s such a plant?" Lina’s eyes shone with excitement as she exclaimed, "Where can I find it? Also, if it grows in the Realm of the Dead, are you sure it won’t have any effect on the body?"

"It does have an effect, it can help you sleep well," Vivian paused for a moment before continuing, "Though I guess you might never wake up afterwards."

"Hey," Lina’s eyebrows arched as she grabbed Vivian and pinched her cheek fiercely, "You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You actually want me to use something that could kill to make my bed?"

"Alright, enough, you two," Catherine, who was standing by the window, looked back at the two girls who still found the energy to fool around after days of fatigue and shook her head with a sigh, "Lina, you’ve been checking the concentrations of the Energy of Death for days, and of all of us, you’ve expended the most. Instead of arguing with Vivian, you should use the time to rest more. And you, Vivian, you’ve written in your notebook all night; aren’t you tired? Remember, your body hasn’t fully recovered yet. Do you want to end up staying in bed unwilling to get up, like before? I must remind you both, although..."

"Stop, big sis, we’re really sorry, truly sorry," Lina and Vivian spoke up together, trying their hardest to stop Catherine’s habitual preaching, "You’ve also been dealing with people all night. We beg you, please give your throat some rest and don’t talk anymore."

"Hmph," Catherine glanced at the two girls with a half-smile, suppressing the urge to continue lecturing, and turned her gaze back to the window. Through the net-like stone strips forming the window, the night outside was clearly deep. The usually twinkling lights of the Undead Capital, once like the night sky of the Yarran World, were gradually dimming as the Undead ended their evening’s entertainment and fell asleep in the dark night. The capital’s night was eerily quiet, unreservedly displaying the stillness and serenity of death to the living, with only the occasional sound of bone scraping from afar announcing that the world was not as silent as one might imagine. A breeze blew in through the window, the moist air carrying a hint of plant life and none of the expected filth and grime associated with a Death World.

"The world of the Undead, to actually be this peaceful and tranquil scene—it’s really too much for one to accept." The street outside was practically empty, with only the very occasional skeleton or ghost seen hurriedly running or drifting across the street, as though rushing home. Looking at a scene even quieter than that of human cities, Catherine sighed and said, "What do you guys think?"

Catherine’s question was perplexing, but everyone knew what she was really asking. At such a time, there could be no other question than what everyone thought about the Undead. The room fell into silence for a moment until Vivian spoke first, "I don’t quite understand complicated matters, but I’m certain they haven’t lied—or at least, most of what they said wasn’t a lie. Of course, they might have concealed some details, but those are not of particular importance."

Catherine stared into Vivian’s eyes and after a moment nodded softly, "If you say so, I feel much relieved. It seems they are quite honest, unless they can deceive your intuition."

"That’s right," Vivian said with a confident smile on her lips. "Unless they can deceive my eyes."

"They also agree with me," Lina said, sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, holding a thick novel, and propping her chin, "It’s advisable for the allied forces to try and make peaceful contact with them while remaining vigilant, of course on the precondition that their main forces withdraw to the Realm of the Dead. The Bone Fortress can remain, but it must not retain any offensive capabilities. That would be a basic show of sincerity."

Catherine would give ample consideration to Lina’s views, just as she would with Vivian’s ability to see through people because the knight girl knew Lina represented not only herself but also many powerful beings with rich experiences in various fields. Their knowledge and experience were far greater than her own, and despite certain limitations, could offer a high level of reference for her decisions.

"I also think it’s feasible," Freya said, sitting as dignified as a princess on a stone chair, the last to speak, "Even we, the living, can show sincerity first."

"Oh?" Catherine nodded thoughtfully but after waiting in vain for a continuation, she couldn’t help but frown and pressed, "And then? What is the reason?"

"You didn’t ask," Freya said with a sly smile. "You were only asking for our opinions."

"Pannis!" Catherine glared at Pannis, "Look what habits you’ve spread among us."

"Hey, I’m innocent here."