mesbooks Chapter 113 Saving Lives and Healing the Wounded
Chapter 113 Saving Lives and Healing the Wounded
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[Ding! Mission triggered!]
Mission Title: "Saving Lives and Healing the Wounded!"
Task details:
The dormitory supervisor, Grandma Hilda, is in mortal danger! Save her! Save her from this predicament!
Task progress:
Saving Grandma Hilda (Incomplete)
Quest Reward: Skill Experience Book
The system popped up a task, telling Moen who was sitting in the carriage.
"boom!"
"Diamond Dust Fist!"
Moen threw a punch, and a biting wind howled, freezing the two startled horses instantly. However, the carriage still rushed down the cliff due to inertia, smashing the two horses into a pile of ice shards.
"That looks like Mr. Lazio's carriage!"
The coachman exclaimed in surprise. He had finally noticed the emblem on the carriage, which was the same as the one on his own carriage, clearly belonging to Mr. Lazio.
"call!"
The carriage plunged off a cliff, leaving the driver heartbroken.
"Gah!"
However, the next second the driver stopped grieving. The cawing of crows rang out, and then the carriage was pulled up from the cliff, with a flock of crows pulling the carriage into the air.
The crows were large and strong; a dozen or so of them pulled and pushed, lifting the carriage onto the cliff.
"Clang!"
The carriage landed back on the cliff, the crows scattered, flew onto Moen and disappeared, all of them were put into Moen's system space. That's right, these crows that he controlled could also be put into the system space, which made them convenient to use.
[Ding! Mission "Saving Lives and Healing the Wounded" has been completed!]
Quest Progress: Rescue Granny Hilda (Completed)
Do you want to claim the task reward?
The system popped up a task settlement message, and Moen immediately claimed the task reward.
Moen now has two skill experience books, which can directly increase the proficiency of a skill by 300 points.
Moen sometimes finds it quite annoying; it would be great if skill experience books were divided into (beginner), (intermediate), and (advanced) levels.
That way it was effortless to use, you could just use the experience book of the corresponding level for the skill. But now this kind of universal experience book is used for all levels, and Moen feels it's a huge waste to use it on basic skills, since the skills become more and more difficult to learn as you progress.
Putting the matter of the skill experience book aside for the moment, Moen went to the carriage to check the situation. The coachman was gone; he wondered if the coachman had jumped out of the carriage when things went wrong.
Moen pulled back the curtain and looked into the carriage. Sure enough, he saw an old woman huddled in a corner, looking terrified. When she saw that it was Moen who opened the door, she froze.
"Grandma Hilda? What are you doing here?"
Looking at Granny Hilda, Moen asked with a look of "surprise," as if he really didn't know who was inside.
"Little Moen? Did you save me?"
Grandma Hilda looked shaken, but after seeing Moen, her emotions gradually calmed down.
"Yes, it's me. I just happened to be passing by."
Moen nodded and helped Grandma Hilda down from the carriage. The old woman was very short, about the same height as Grandpa Makarov.
"Thanks to you for coming."
Grandma Hilda rubbed herself. Apart from stumbling a few times, she wasn't seriously injured, but she was quite frightened. Hilda almost thought she was going to die from the fall; she still had something to give Erza.
"Thank you so much, little Moen."
Thinking of this, Granny Hilda thanked Moen again.
"No need to be so polite, Grandma Hilda. It's what I should do. But could you please not stop me from going to the girls' dormitory next time?"
With a smile on his face, Moen chuckled and joked with Grandma Hilda.
"No way! It was one thing for you to go into the girls' dormitory when you were little, but you're a big kid now and you can't just go in like that anymore."
Grandma Hilda firmly refused Moen's unreasonable request.
When Moen was little, she didn't stop him from going to the girls' dormitory, but now that they're all grown up, she can't let them do as they please. She doesn't care what others think, but she definitely won't let boys over six years old enter the girls' dormitory at will.
"This is a life-saving favor!"
Moen smiled and emphasized that it had been several years since he last entered the girls' dormitory, as Grandma Hilda was very strict in managing it.
"Then why don't you just throw me down now!"
On matters of principle, Grandma Hilda was very firm; she stood her ground and was not in the slightest bit "threatened" by Moen.
"You're so amazing, Mother-in-law!"
Moen smiled and shook his head, no longer joking with his mother-in-law. In just a few words, Hilda's condition had almost recovered, and she had clearly recovered from her previous state.
"Grandma, where is your coachman?"
Moen changed the subject. He looked back but didn't see the driver chasing after him. Could it be that he was injured when he jumped out of the carriage?
"They probably fell off a cliff."
Grandma Hilda sighed. The driver had just screamed; he probably jumped out of the carriage at the wrong time and rolled down the cliff.
She didn't have much to say about the driver jumping off the rickshaw. It was all about saving his life. He felt he couldn't control himself and jumped off the rickshaw. Although it was unprofessional, it wasn't surprising in the face of life and death.
If the driver were still alive, he would certainly be punished, but since he is already dead, there's nothing more to say.
"Grandma, please take my carriage back."
The two horses were smashed to pieces, and without a coachman, Granny Hilda naturally couldn't go back. So Moen gave her his own carriage, which originally belonged to Mr. Lazio.
"You must have something to do, right? Don't delay your business. This old woman can just wait here. Maybe a passing carriage will come soon, and I can hitch a ride. I'm just an old woman, no one will try to take advantage of me."
Grandma Hilda refused, saying she didn't want to cause trouble for Moen and that her affairs shouldn't prevent Moen from going out to do his commission.
"It's alright, I'm not in a hurry, and I'm almost there. I can get there by myself; I have ways to get there quickly."
Moen smiled and waved his hand, and four large crows appeared.
Under the watchful eyes of Granny Hilda and the coachman, Moen jumped up and landed on two crows, while the other two grabbed his shoulders. The four crows flapped their wings and carried him into the air.
"You guys go back, I'll be going now."
Moen waved to Granny Hilda, then directly controlled the crows to take flight. He controlled the four large crows with ease, almost without any delay, just like playing a game of piloting an airplane.
However, to be honest, flying like this isn't very comfortable either. Moen was almost blown silly by the wind and had to expend more magic power to resist.
If only I had known, I should have built a "basket" that could shelter me from the wind and rain, so that the crows could carry me around while I sat inside leisurely, and even had some tea to drink. It couldn't have been more comfortable.
However, it's inconvenient that external objects can't be stored in the system space, and it would be a waste to use materials for making and repairing Saint Cloths to create something like this.
Lost in thought, Moen soon arrived at his destination.
Moen, who descended from the sky riding on two large crows, naturally attracted a lot of attention. After seeing his appearance clearly, the crowd stirred again, obviously recognizing him.
Moen is currently enjoying immense popularity and is at the peak of his fame. Naturally, he can cause a stir wherever he goes. It's no exaggeration to say that "everyone in the world knows Junhe." He underestimated his own fame, which led to him being surrounded by a huge crowd.
Outside the crowd, in a rather luxurious carriage, a beautifully dressed blonde girl opened the curtains and looked out.
"Uncle Deleuze, who's that outside?"
The little girl was quite young, probably around ten years old. She asked the coachman curiously, and she was clearly a well-mannered noblewoman, as she was very polite to the coachman.
"Miss Lucy, it seems to be that Moen Dole."
The coachman's voice came in, and Lucy's eyes lit up.
(End of this chapter)