Super Righteous Player
Chapter 592 - 133 The Wonderful Adventure of the Husky_1

Chapter 592: Chapter 133 The Wonderful Adventure of the Husky_1

"What’s happening?"

Upon seeing Husky’s task panel, Gourmet Goose couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

——It almost overturned his entire understanding of this nightmare.

Wasn’t it because of Ingrid’s death that Justus tried to murder Frederick?

But looking at Husky’s main mission from this side... it seems like the truth wasn’t so?

Frederick had already died? And Justus had traveled back in time to save an old friend? What’s with confirming Ingrid’s death then?

However, Annan just narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining silent.

He vaguely felt that he had grasped some inspiration, but he wasn’t sure yet.

The only certainty was... in this nightmare, or rather this event, there must be a direct influence of the tragic writer.

Probably more direct than the Black Widow’s influence at the Sporogenesis Mill.

"Don’t panic."

Facing the clearly confused Gourmet Goose, Annan turned his head to the side and reminded in a low voice, "Just keep looking.

"Since this is a Mirror attributed nightmare that emphasized ’symmetry’ and ’Cycle’. It’s not strange that there are two main subjects of the nightmare."

Does that mean... this is both Justus and Frederick’s nightmare

Gourmet Goose pondered.

If that was the case... might it be necessary to determine in the end, which side is the mirror image?

It wasn’t impossible.

Even though the outside players were filled with confusion, as well as a bit of nervousness and unease, Husky, the person in question, showed no fear at all.

——Or rather, he didn’t care much about his own script.

Husky simply smiled weirdly, running over and casually pushed Ingrid, who was in front of him, to his back.

"Yo, still studying hard?"

He dragged out the sound of his voice, reached out an arm, and slung it over Frederick’s shoulder, "You’re really promising, bro Fred. Did you fall asleep while reading?"

Husky actually knew the phrase should be "young and promising". But he had done it on purpose, hoping to provoke Thirteen Incense to tease him about being illiterate.

Frederick, who had just woken up, looked around in a daze, not responding to Husky.

Even when he saw Husky, his pupils suddenly constricted. He recoiled a bit in fear, obviously still groggy from sleep.

The next instant, Frederick finally snapped back to reality.

He furrowed his brows and extended his right hand, lightly touching his forehead. It seemed as though he confirmed something before he relaxed and showed Justus a smile that was both distant and a little fearful, "Sorry, Justus. I didn’t catch what you said just now?"

"...Huh?"

Husky didn’t respond to him.

He just stood there, making a confused sound, tilting his head and suddenly falling into thought.

——No, this doesn’t seem like Thirteen Incense.

It was then that Ingrid finally came over.

She stood a bit awkwardly next to Frederick’s table, smiling, "You’re awake, Freyr.

"You fell asleep right after finishing this book... I have already gone to call the professor, he will be here shortly."

"Yeah, there’s no need to panic. I just had a dream."

Frederick nodded, gazing downward as he spoke in a soft tone.

His voice was very light, yet clearly audible to the other two.

It was as if he was whispering so as not to wake something up, similar to whispering to a companion in the quiet of a library.

That quiet and gentle temperament indeed made him likable.

So Husky immediately went over in an overfriendly manner, calling out loudly, "Freyr——"

He didn’t know what name "Justus" should use to address him.

So he simply copied Ingrid, using the same manner to greet him.

"What’s the matter, Justus?"

Frederick’s gaze was as gentle as water.

Compared to Ingrid, who has that particular brightness in her eyes characteristic of the people who dwell underground, Frederick’s calm pupils exude a wonderful sense of divinity.

His movements are gentle, serious, and solemn, as if he is not merely chatting or working but always performing sacred rituals to gods and ancestors. There seems to be some serious rules to each of his actions.

In Frederick’s presence, even Ingrid’s voice was much quieter.

However, Husky had no trace of fear.

He turned around on the spot, bent over, and with a 45-degree angle befitting of a new house, he revealed a hearty smile and loudly said, "Let’s go for barbecue tonight!"

"That would be nice,"

Frederick merely responded warmly, "Last time Ingrid treated us, so let me treat this time."

"Then let’s go to that place in the Spotted Bone Forest!"

Husky’s voice grew even louder, startling Ingrid.

She patted Husky’s arm forcefully, about to scold him to be quiet, but upon seeing the innocent and shining eyes of Husky, the harsh words that reached her lips were abruptly halted and retracted.

She whispered, "The Professor is nearby, be careful not to let him hear—"

"That’s quite the spirit, Justus."

Just then, a cheerful elderly voice came through.

Husky looked over.

It was a gray-haired old man in a purple robe resembling that of the ancient Romans.

His messy long hair casually draped over his shoulders, with a calm serenity in his gray pupils. His face always held a smile, and a faint smell of alcohol emanated from him.

"—Professor."

Frederick and Ingrid replied simultaneously.

Ingrid softly tugged on Husky’s sleeve, after which Husky finally realized.

"Oh! Good morning, Professor!"

Husky enthusiastically raised his hand and saluted the Professor haphazardly, "You smell good!"

"That’s the smell of alcohol, Justus,"

Ingrid whispered in Husky’s ear.

The Professor just smiled and nodded, giving Husky an interested look.

"Truly... quite a remarkable talent."

He smiled kindly at Husky, "You might be quite suited for ’The Honest Skull.’ Interested in becoming my student?"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Ingrid exclaimed in surprise.

Even Frederick looked at Husky with a hint of astonishment.

Their friend... actually has the aptitude to become a Saint?

"Don’t mind it, I was just jesting."

Professor Gray laughed lightly, breaking the silence, "The ’Silent Unspeakable’ is still alive.

"If nothing unexpected happens, he might live until the end of the world."

He said, then turned his gaze to Husky.

The old man spoke with deep meaning, "I won’t persuade you here. But if you have any new ideas later on, you can always come to find me.

"I can take you on as my apprentice at any time."

...That’s what he said.

But Husky always felt that Professor Gray seemed not to be speaking to "Justus."

It was as though he was talking to "himself."

A glint of wisdom suddenly sparked in Husky’s eyes.

At least one thing he said was not a lie—

He isn’t dumb, just too lazy to think.

—Without access to the thirteen spices, Husky had to start taking action himself.

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