VIP Chapter 197: Wanted Poster
Will, now wearing a new hoodie, also put on a hood like Shuna.
Then…
He stood in front of the mirror.
Perhaps it was because he was too slender.
With the hood on, he looked as if he had sunk into the clothes, so much so that his face was hidden, making him appear like a killer walking in the darkness.
To give an example, he looked like a少年 (young man) walking in the city with a small knife, his eyes sharp from beneath the hood, cleansing the city of its sins.
“No, no, no.”
Could it be that Shuna’s outfit was too similar to a high school student’s, making his mind think like a high school student and reminisce about hiding in his desk and reading novels during high school days?
However, there was one benefit.
With the hood on, his appearance was not easily discernible. It was quite suitable for hiding his looks—though he didn’t seem to have anything to hide.
“Not bad. Looks like I’m pretty good at choosing clothes. I thought I had no experience with clothes at all.”
“You really did choose well. Not only is this fabric suitable for daily wear outside the dungeon, but it’s also warm and allows for easy movement even inside.”
“See, I told you I don’t know how to choose clothes; I only consider practicality.”
“Clothes should be practical!”
“Okay! Consensus reached!”
However, after Shuna approached, Will realized the clothes were indeed “well-chosen”!
The two of them standing in front of the mirror wearing these outfits gave the impression that they were about to sneak into a dungeon, evade all the elite monsters on each floor, and assassinate the final BOSS.
If another three people were added.
Like Liya, who would say, “Since you asked me to wear it, I’ll wear it then” after putting on her clothes.
Like Iaar, who would nod along with her beast ears and say, “I’ll listen to whatever the Young Master commands.”
Like Treaia, who would coldly respond with just “Hmm” but be the fastest to change.
“That’s right, we are the Shining Star Assassination Squad—”
Facing the mirror, Will struck a pose, half-turned with one hand covering an eye, imagining himself as the captain in the center.
But…
What he didn’t expect was…
Shuna seemed to understand his intention instantly, walked over, and stood back-to-back with him, mirroring his pose.
“That’s right, all the monsters in the dungeon will be cleaned up by us!”
So chuunibyo!
But the two of them in black clothes looked so cool doing it!
It would definitely be even cooler with all five of them together in the future!
Alright!
“Boss, give me three more sets of these clothes—”
“Huh?”
“Shuna! You chose well! This is the best team uniform.”
“Y-yes.”
Shuna nodded, then looking at Will’s happy back, she whispered,
“He… he actually seems to be serious. Are we… really going to wear these clothes, all five of us, in the future?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The purpose of this trip was to visit the eyewear store.
“Young Master, please try on this frame size…”
“No problem. I’ll put it on the Master’s account, so don’t worry. You don’t have to pay a single cent. But it’s late today, why don’t you rest well, and we’ll deliver the glasses tomorrow?”
“Of course, of course. If you’re in a hurry, Young Master, we can have people work overtime tonight.”
Hearing this, Will triggered a keyword from his past life.
“No overtime, no overtime! Just deliver them tomorrow, it’s only one night.”
“Alright! Then… everyone else, come and bow! See the Young Master off!”
Suddenly, about a dozen burly men in suits emerged from the small eyewear store.
“Be discreet! Keep it down! Don’t let Carver know. My father will scold me if the glasses get broken.”
“Understood, understood. Everyone, did you hear that? Keep it down!”
And so, he heard low whispers rising and falling throughout the eyewear store:
“Yo… ung… Mas… ter… ple… ase… go… slow… ly…”
“Yo… ung… Mas… ter… ple… ase… co… me… a… gain… n… ext… ti… me…”
“Yo… ung… Mas… ter… be… ca… re… ful… on… the… way…”
…
Amidst a chorus of farewells like ghostly incantations, Will walked out of the shop.
“Pfft… hahahaha…”
Shuna finally couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“Don’t, don’t laugh like that. This… this is the normal treatment for the Hysterm Family. Carver is like this wherever he goes! He’s too… too ostentatious!”
After entering the shop, Will had taken out his glasses, which were broken and only half intact.
Then, without him even noticing, the surname “Hysterm” was written on the frame of his glasses, and the family crest was engraved on them.
He then remembered that he had never personally gone to a shop to get his glasses made; they always offered home services. His servants would pick them up.
So, even he hadn’t noticed that all their glasses bore the “Hysterm Family” mark.
And then, the shop owner recognized him at first glance and stated that the store was established to make glasses for the Hysterm Family, and he, the owner, had to personally handle it.
As expected, nearsightedness in the Hysterm Family was hereditary, and even the shop for making glasses had been in their family for generations.
“I thought you were the least favored one in the family, and no one would care even if you were recognized.”
“I am a little unfavored. But I’m still the Young Master of the Hysterm Family, after all.”
“…Mhm, ‘My father will scold me if the glasses get broken,’ wow, so Mr. Carver is that kind of person.”
Shuna mimicked Will’s earlier tone of a “good, pitiful young master.” As soon as she finished, she saw Will’s ears turn red.
“That was just a lie! I… I acted pretty well, didn’t I?”
This sentence was purely Will’s imagination, fabricating what a “normal father he knew in his past life would say.”
As for Carver…
He couldn’t figure out that person, nor did he feel any resemblance to a “father” from him.
A father, if not wishing for his son’s success, should at least care about his child’s well-being and position.
“After all, Carver might not even know if I’ve graduated yet. I don’t expect him to care about me. I’ll just treat him as a tool, saying whatever I need him to say.”
After saying this, Will suddenly realized his emotions had gotten a bit carried away.
When it came to Carver, he sometimes got a little heated.
Even though he didn’t see him as a biological father, he couldn’t help but feel secretly dissatisfied when talking about him.
Looking at the problems of the “Will” persona, if he had taken better care of himself, or even given him some of his family fortune to manage… he probably wouldn’t have ended up being smashed to death by a Slime later.
“Oh, Shuna. You… you don’t have to worry. I’m really not sad. People used to think I’d be sad because Carver didn’t care about me, but actually, I haven’t…”
“Exactly! Little Will’s mindset is right! That kind of father is indeed a top-tier tool!”
“Ah?”
“He can provide money, has influence in the dungeon, no worries about food or drink, usually stays hidden and doesn’t interfere, and sometimes gives you staves—he’s the perfect father in my imagination!”
Shuna’s reaction was very peculiar.
Would a normal person react like this?
Oh, right.
She also lost her parents at a young age and grew up in an orphanage. She definitely wouldn’t know what normal parents are like.
Will realized something.
In the Shining Star team, he and Treaia had fathers, Liya had a mother, and the remaining two were completely orphans (no offense intended).
These five people could only form 1.5 pairs of parents, and one person’s father was scheduled to pass away in a year.
Not bad, not bad, everyone is a filial child.
“That’s true. The Hysterm Family is better than the Royal Family anyway. There’s no infighting. Besides me, the others are doing quite well in their respective businesses. They might be more carefree than managing this broken Adventurer’s Guild, and no one is competing for this position.”
“After all, not every family is like the Royal Family, where there’s a throne to inherit and siblings are constantly at odds.”
Hearing this, Will thought of Treaia.
Although he had subtly introduced her to the key figures of the Entak Royal Family mentioned in the original work over the years, …
Given her previous innocent and naive elf princess demeanor, could she truly handle the infighting of the Royal Family?
Royal family infighting was almost constant, but it became especially frequent in the year leading up to the king’s impending death.
In the original work, she was still learning and growing within an adventuring team at this point, believing she could compete with her siblings based on her contributions in the dungeon.
What about her now…
Where would she be, and what would she be doing?
Liya came from the south to find him; could she have headed north? That path would involve passing through the capital.
Would she be frantically worried?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day.
As soon as Will got out of bed, he found that the new, custom-made glasses had already been delivered to the hotel’s front desk.
The frames of the new glasses were chosen by Shuna, who insisted on it.
The color was still a deep blue, and the overall shape was not much different from the previous ones. However, on the temples, there was a very delicate and “expensive” gradient of the galaxy, as if scattering countless stars outward from the frame.
Because of Shining Star and the bookmark, Shuna seemed to think he particularly liked the galaxy and the starry sky.
However…
This point was getting closer and closer to the heroine in the original work.
After all, the dungeon she was from was named “Apex of the Galaxy”—although by this time, there were still three months until the appearance of Apex of the Galaxy. This was one of the more concrete time points Will could confirm.
Apex of the Galaxy was located in Nov, and it appeared and persisted for a long time after Green Wilderness Trace was no longer a beginner dungeon to be cleared.
Judging by the name selection, she was the one who truly loved the galaxy and the stars more.
Although Will didn’t particularly like this character in the original work, if he had the chance, he would still find an opportunity to meet her.
“Regardless, let’s set off for the Tenth Demon City today!”
As Will enthusiastically stepped out, Shuna grabbed his hood and pulled it over his head, covering half his face.
“Shh.”
“W-what’s wrong, why suddenly like this…”
“You… look at the photos they’re sticking up over there.”
“Hmm?”
Will widened his eyes, looking at the world that had been blurred all day through his newly fitted glasses.
That…
What was that?
The guards of Yamik City seemed to be holding posters, each depicting a brown-haired, blue-eyed, glasses-wearing boy around seventeen years old.
…
Wasn’t that him?!
Why were the guards posting his portrait?
Only the government had the authority to command guards, and the government was managed by the Entak Royal Family—most of the time they were almost invisible where the Adventurer’s Guild was present.
What they were posting now…
Could it be his wanted poster?
He hadn’t done anything; how could he be wanted?
“Stay behind me, keep your hat on, and you won’t be discovered. I’ll go closer to take a look.”
Shuna shielded him but reached back from the front, grabbing his wrist.
“Okay.”
Step by step…
Will’s heart pounded, fearing he would see some terrifying wanted poster.
But…
When he saw the words “Wanted Poster,” he calmed down.
What a relief, it was just a wanted poster.
However…
This wanted poster had nothing written on it except for the photo—the photo seemed to have been cut from his graduation photo and copied.
The signature, however…
Was…
Treaia Entak.
Postscript
I wrote a lot in this volume, and the word count looks similar to the first volume.
It seems many people are reading eagerly… In reality, the pacing is already quite fast. The planned capacity of the story is around 1 million words. After the blackening segments of the three fallen characters, it will be close to the conclusion; it won’t be an excessively long work.
Azi has worked very hard. However, this month I tried something that makes it impossible for me to guarantee a stable update pace and time, because I can’t say for sure if a chapter will be 3000 words or 2000 words. If a chapter is 3000 words, there might only be one update for two days. Anyway, about 90,000 words per month is quite a lot.
Regarding “subscribing and forgetting,” I hope you won’t forget after subscribing… Next time I recommend CD, please remember to click the recommendation button, qwq, because I understand that some plots are more complete when read in one go.
? Volume III ?
