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Chapter 193: 195: Orange Village, Feast and Sacrifice

Chapter 193: Chapter 195: Orange Village, Feast and Sacrifice

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‘Perhaps it involves some operational mechanism of the Ancient God Relics?’

‘It seems we’ll have to wait until the Orange Feast to catch the Ancient God’s Minions off guard. Trying to capture a live one without making them desperate is quite a hassle.’

‘It would be great if we could capture a minion of the Ancient God alive.’ Qin Muye thought to himself, as he was quite curious about them.

“Village Chief, you really are a good person, no worries. Did you forget that I am a mage? A place to stay is a trivial matter for me,” Qin Muye said with a beaming smile.

“Hmm, I’m just passing through and don’t plan to stay too long.” Qin Muye didn’t reveal his origins.

“Hello, you must be the chief of this village, I am a mage from the Silver Star Alliance on a journey,” Qin Muye went straight to the point.

“Are you a mage, sir?” An older man dressed slightly better hurried over and inquired.

“So, Village Chief, please make sure to let me attend.”

“I know, I’m just not sure if the Village Chief is a minion of the Ancient God or an informed individual.” Qin Muye also replied to Tian Qi in the Magic Network.

“Master, there’s something off about this Village Chief,” Tian Qi reminded Qin Muye through the Magic Network.

Normally, Qin Muye would express his regrets, but he didn’t follow the usual script, “A feast? That’s wonderful! Since I’ve come across it, I don’t mind delaying my journey for a few days. For me, a rustic feast is just like a divine delicacy bestowed by the gods.”

But whichever the case, it didn’t matter anymore; the main thing was that he was staying.

Unless Qin Muye conscripted the Spirit Monsters, he couldn’t possibly explore it all by himself.

The villagers were of level 1 strength, and as for the minions of the Ancient God, he wasn’t sure about them yet; they were probably hidden somewhere, like a basement or an underground cave.

The Village Chief looked somewhat embarrassed, “Sorry, I have never heard of the Silver Star Alliance. Maybe the nobles in the city are aware of it, but are you passing through our Orange Village, Mage Sir?”

The Village Chief also sighed in relief, “That’s really too bad, our annual Orange Feast is about to start. You’re going to miss it.”

Most of them were ordinary civilians, but from Qin Muye’s observations, even though they produced oranges, it didn’t mean that was all they cultivated; rather, oranges constituted a higher proportion of their agricultural activities, making it their livelihood.

Of course, besides the minions of the Ancient God, he was also curious about the Ancient God Relics.

The other party’s comment was just polite, he figured Qin Muye wouldn’t stay, after all, Orange Village isn’t some major village, and the so-called Orange Feast was just an event for an ordinary day.

Moreover, only the Village Chief fell under suspicion as a minion of the Ancient God; no one else showed any irregularities.

He then reached the village center’s square, which was indeed bustling. Many villagers were busy preparing for the Orange Feast that evening.

After finding a spot to sit, he didn’t have the kind of extraordinary protagonist luck to stumble upon clues, and it was quite normal not to find any.

And he found Orange Village peculiar, especially the timing of his visit; why was it that he just happened to come across the Orange Feast?

Otherwise, had his forces marched in, there would have been no chance for any to slip through the net.

If they were now scattered, it was uncertain whether any could have escaped.

The minions of the Ancient God were worried that a mage would disrupt their sacrificial ceremony, while someone in the know would worry about Qin Muye getting involved.

After walking around a lot, he didn’t find any villagers offering strange deities, nor did he see anything related to divine beings in their homes.

In other words, the huge hollow of the Ancient God Relics was Orange Village itself.

He took a simple look around; many villagers on the road cast curious glances towards Qin Muye, then hurriedly left, and each household had a fresh-looking orange hanging by the door, seemingly just hung up not long ago.

Seeing this, the Village Chief had no choice but to discreetly pull his hand away from Qin Muye’s, indicating he still had to prepare the Orange Feast, and it wasn’t convenient to chat with Qin Muye, so he had to get busy.

Upon entering Orange Village, it appeared very peaceful, just a typical Western style village of ordinary people, indistinguishable from the regular folk of the Magic Continent, devoid of extraordinary abilities, toiling in the fields for food, the hardest working yet most toiling group in the whole Magic Continent.

Orange Village, though not large, was not small either.

The oranges were quite normal, with no strange things appearing.

Each household, besides growing oranges, also cultivated wheat and other food crops, intended for their own consumption. In addition to these, they produced other vegetables and poultry. While modest in size, the orange industry allowed them to have a standard of living that was middle-class among regular folks.

The instances on the Magic Continent all physically exist as buildings or camps, but this Ancient God Relic seemed different, as if it had transported him to another world. Yet, Qin Muye’s simple tests confirmed he was still on the Magic Continent, such as the Super-Space Transmission Channel consuming resources for Within World Transfer, not Cross-border Transfer.

Other Lords probably act with swift and thunderous methods, but not Qin Muye; he is more like someone who slowly searches for the root cause, which is why he is taking his time.

Qin Muye boldly speculated that the current Orange Village was likely partitioned out before the Ancient God Relics were formed.

Qin Muye could detect that the Village Chief indeed couldn’t wait for him to leave, but as for the specific motive, he was uncertain.

As Qin Muye spoke, he also grasped the other party’s hand, his tone filled with sincerity.

Upon reflection, Qin Muye decided to summon five thousand Spirit Monsters this time to prevent anyone from hiding when the time came.

Qin Muye had also observed the air wall outside Orange Village, silent and devoid of any human figure, as if Orange Village was cut off from the world.

After circling around, he discovered no substantive breakthrough; even Tian Qi was the same. Orange Village looked like a typical village, and had he not entered an instance but a regular village instead, he might not have noticed anything wrong.

Even the Reconnaissance Skill couldn’t reveal anything, which was strange indeed.

Firstly, though Orange Village may not be a large settlement, an event of this magnitude would definitely attract many visitors from other villages for sightseeing or leisure, but up to now, not a single outsider had entered. Not even villagers from Orange Village had left—it was as if the concept of leaving the village didn’t exist.

This indicated that it was still part of the Magic Continent.

Whether Ancient God’s Minions or well-informed benevolent individuals, all would want him to leave.

If it weren’t for the fact that, in this instance, regardless of how long he spent inside, the time upon exiting was always 24 hours, he could have accomplished much more.

That is to say, beyond the air wall was the very place Qin Muye had arrived from, and not the so-called roads or other towns and villages.

Usually, either children or attractive women would come over to provide clues, but Qin Muye had no such luck; if he could find clues on his own, great, otherwise, he’d have to wait.

Because this was a part of the Magic Continent Server, the flow of time was consistent.

One thing he was certain of was that the Ancient God Sacrifice was most likely the evening’s orange feast; it was just too obvious.

The village looked clean and without issue, yet it was precisely this absence of problems that was the greatest problem.

At this point, the Village Chief was bewildered, “How could you just agree to this?”

There was a probing tone to these words, as if searching for Qin Muye’s origins.

Could this be possible? No, it couldn’t.

It was just that the way it was displayed was different. Inside, the feast was being prepared, and should it proceed without interruption and succeed, Qin Muye didn’t know what the consequences would be, but they would definitely not be good.

But now wasn’t the right time. He would wait until more people gathered, then take them all down in one fell swoop. As for any leftovers, he would conduct a methodical search.

As long as Qin Muye was not out of his mind, he could pin this matter down.

The origin of Orange Village’s name was partly due to its abundance of oranges, and partly because the cultureless naturally named the village after their local specialty.

It couldn’t possibly be held because of him, for he didn’t believe he commanded such great influence.

Leaving was out of the question; he still had business to take care of.

Ultimately, the Village Chief said reluctantly, “Alright, Mage, the orange feast will occur this evening. I hope you can arrive on time at the central square of the village and may you find the sweetest orange there.”

In the end, still managing a forced smile, “That’s wonderful. However, our village does not have enough lodging. If you leave now and keep walking, you will soon reach the town where you can find a warm place to stay.”