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Chapter 43: Entering the Village

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Entering the Village

Yuzuki Hibiki suddenly groveled, not because it was the nature of the Japanese or because he liked it, but because it was his talent.

S-grade Talent "Servant Sword"

Its effect was that by kneeling to someone, there was a high probability they would forgive him and a small chance they might even take him as their sworn son, thereby gaining their trust and being exempted from anything they wished to impose on him.

It could be said to be a talent very characteristic of Japan.

Using this talent, Yuzuki Hibiki, in the last instance of the highest difficulty, would immediately grovel using his talent "Servant Sword" whenever Professor Bull felt a bit off!

Although kneeling to Professor Bull hundreds of times in one night was utterly humiliating, and the plot completion was only three percent, he succeeded in clearing the instance, which was much better than most countries.

In any case, this talent could even hold off Professor Bull, so the young man in front of Yuzuki Hibiki naturally stood no chance.

"This..." He put down his hoe, somewhat at a loss.

Seeing the opponent subdued by Yuzuki Hibiki’s groveling, the Japanese couldn’t help feeling a little proud.

Japanese: "As expected of Yuzuki! That grovel just now was perfect! Undoubtedly, it was a divine skill that conquered gravity!"

Japanese: "Yes, I heard Yuzuki practices groveling for ten hours every day, just to maximize his talent! That’s terrifying! He’s practically a monster!"

Dragon Country People: "Ah? What the heck? There’s such a talent?"

Many Dragon Country People were seeing Yuzuki Hibiki’s talent for the first time and couldn’t help but marvel.

Dragon Country People: "What incredible craftsmanship spirit, even pursuing perfection in kneeling, and even playing it up with flair!"

Dragon Country People: "A kneeling immortal!"

Japanese: "Hmph... of course, such a pursuit of perfection is a spirit you Dragon Country People will never learn."

Dragon Country People: "That’s true, after all, your sniper rifles from Japan have made historical marks thanks to this spirit of perfection. Not many throughout human history can match that. By the way, has your life improved afterward? Is the fish tasty? You’re not still using groveling to beg for better treatment, are you?"

Japanese: "You...! Damn it! You Dragon Country People are really despicable!"

Watching the impotently furious Japanese, the Lighthouse Country People couldn’t help but sigh.

Lighthouse Country Person: "Why did you have to provoke them?"

At Xiao Yi’s end, seeing that his opponent was overcome by his groveling skills, Yuzuki Hibiki proudly stood up.

"Hmph..." He strutted over to the group and asked, "How about it? Have you seen my strength now?"

Dick didn’t even glance at him, Sheraya wore an indescribable expression, only Xiao Yi gave him a nod.

"Pretty impressive, it’s my first time seeing such a flashy grovel. If there was a flashy men’s groveling contest, you’d definitely rank high."

Hearing Xiao Yi’s words, Yuzuki Hibiki, who had felt a bit dejected, suddenly cheered up.

"Really... really?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, really." Xiao Yi said, "If I were to grade you, I’d give you seven points."

"Seven, seven points!" Yuzuki Hibiki gasped and quickly asked, "What’s the full score?"

"Of course, it’s ten points."

"Damn!"

Yuzuki Hibiki once again collapsed to the ground, pounding the floor with his hands, his expression and posture perfectly embodying utter frustration.

"Next time! Next time I must perform a grovel that satisfies you enough to give me ten points!"

Sheraya approached Xiao Yi and asked, "Is this how Japanese people always express their emotions so extravagantly?"

"Who knows." Xiao Yi spread his hands.

Dick gave Yuzuki Hibiki a speechless glance, "What are you really here for?"

Then, Dick looked toward Xi Yun and the young man about her age.

He had to gather as much information as possible about this instance right now.

Xi Yun, somewhat angry, said to the young man, "Ah Yi! They are guests! What are you doing!?"

Ah Yi, facing Xi Yun, was completely embarrassed, "No, Xi Yun, I was just afraid they might bully you..."

"Alright, go back to work in the fields, I’ll take them into the village."

"Yes..."

Ah Yi finally gave up and walked past Xiao Yi and the others.

However, Ah Yi still bared his teeth at Xiao Yi and his group, clearly threatening them to keep their distance from Xi Yun.

"Alright, let’s go inside."

Under Xi Yun’s lead, the four came to a somewhat rustic but quite spacious wooden house.

The house was filled with tables and chairs, which could accommodate hundreds of people.

"This is the dining hall," Xi Yun explained. "There are few people in the village, and everyone is assigned tasks for daily support, we all eat here, and my parents are in charge of this place."

Just as Xi Yun finished, a beautiful, mature-looking woman who bore a resemblance to her emerged from the kitchen inside the house.

"Xi Yun, you’re back. Oh, who are these guests?"

"Mom," Xi Yun walked over and introduced, "These are the survivors I met in the mountains, I plan to let them rest here for a while before taking them away."

Upon hearing this, Xi Yun’s mother’s expression changed slightly, and she asked in a low voice, "Is there enough time?"

"It’s okay," Xi Yun said. "It’s still early, just need to take them away earlier."

Xi Yun’s mother then slightly nodded, then approached Xiao Yi and his group, smiling and introducing herself:

"Hello, I’m Xi Yun’s mom, just call me Yun Sha."

As soon as Yun Sha finished speaking, another chef-in-dress man with a greasy face came out of the kitchen. He shouted at Yun Sha:

"Yun Sha! What are you doing! Come and help quickly!"

"Yes!" Yun Sha, upon hearing his voice, saw her smile filled with kindness vanish instantly, leaving only fear.

She hurriedly walked into the kitchen while the bald, fat chef still scolded her, "Useless thing."

At this moment, Xi Yun shouted to the chef, "Dad, can you make food for four more people?"

The chef glanced at Xiao Yi and the others, snorted disdainfully, then looked back at Xi Yun, squeezing his face into an unpleasant smile.

"Since it’s my lovely daughter’s request, of course I can!" With that, the chef walked back into the kitchen, and then the sound of cursing continued.

Everyone started to make sense of the relationship among these people, and hence the live viewers couldn’t help but sigh that it really was a case of flowers stuck in a garbage heap.

But as for other people’s family affairs, others didn’t have much to say and Xi Yun herself seemed unwilling to say much either.

While they were waiting, Dick pondered for a moment, then asked Xi Yun, "Speaking of which, you mentioned earlier that we needed to leave soon, and said something about whether there was still time... Could it be that something is going to happen in this village soon?"

"How perceptive," Xi Yun sighed, "You’re right, before long, there will be a feast in our village."

"A feast?"

The name of this instance was indeed "Feast," which meant that the plot was indeed about to unfold here.