Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 373: Mia’s True Identity (2)
When Nobody Does Human Things arrived in Kurban Town, a wedding procession happened to pass by.
The procession was escorted by two lines of militia.
They held swords and shields, running while beating joyful drums.
Behind them was a carriage with brass trim, pulled by five black horses. The windows were covered by black curtains, making it impossible to see the bride inside. An old man riding a tall horse followed beside the carriage.
The old man’s clothes were clearly more luxurious than those of the commoners lining the street.
When their gazes met, the old man smiled and nodded.
But Nobody Does Human Things felt that this old man was not a good person.
A cold glint flickered in his sinister, triangular eyes, as if brewing some sinister plot.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to get married?” Leisurely Moment teased from the side.
“No, I just think that old man is a bit suspicious…” Nobody Does Human Things shook his head. The surrounding crowd was watching the spectacle. He dismounted and faintly heard the public’s discussion.
“Wow! The mayor’s wedding procession is so grand! Look at that carriage with gilded edges, pulled by five warhorses~”
“Yeah, if one of those warhorses stomped down, I reckon I’d be gone~”
“I wonder which girl is lucky enough to be favored by the mayor!”
“You must be a foreigner. Marrying the mayor’s son isn’t necessarily lucky. Let me tell you…”
The rest of the conversation was unclear.
Two commoners whispered to each other, their expressions shifting between surprise and realization, though their conversation remained unintelligible.
However, Nobody Does Human Things was not one for gossip.
Whether marrying the mayor’s son was lucky or not had nothing to do with him; he was here to find his follower.
“Excuse me, do you know the merchant Milov?”
Nobody Does Human Things casually approached a passerby.
“Milov? I don’t know him. We have over a dozen merchants in our town, and I haven’t heard of him,” the passerby replied, shaking his head.
Undeterred, Nobody Does Human Things found another, older man to ask, believing that elders like him usually knew much about the town.
The old man said, “Mi-what-ov?”
“Milov,” Nobody Does Human Things patiently repeated.
The old man exclaimed, “Oh! Oh… Mi-what-ov?”
“Milov.”
“Aha! So that’s who it is. Let me think… Huh? What was his last name again?”
Nobody Does Human Things…
He gave up.
As the saying goes, an old person at home is a treasure.
But that’s only if this treasure is still lucid.
Leisurely Moment, watching Nobody Does Human Things repeatedly fail, almost burst out laughing. His gaze scanned the surroundings and finally landed on a grimy figure huddled in a corner – a beggar.
He walked over.
“Hello, can I ask you something?”
The old beggar looked up, his expression listless.
But when he saw the magnificent armor and weapons on Leisurely Moment, especially the warhorse he was leading, he immediately perked up, his cloudy eyes clearing.
He extended a dirty hand towards Leisurely Moment, his index finger and thumb touching, rubbing together gently. Leisurely Moment understood this gesture!
He took a silver coin from his player backpack and placed it into the old beggar’s hand.
The old beggar, delighted, bit the silver coin to check its authenticity. After confirming its quality, he carefully tucked it into the pocket of his many-times-mended clothes.
“You may ask,” he straightened up.
“Do you know an old merchant named Milov, and where he lives?” Leisurely Moment asked.
“I know,” the old beggar nodded.
At this moment, Nobody Does Human Things also walked over.
Upon hearing that the old beggar knew about Mia’s father, he quickly asked, “Do you know where Milov lives? Can you take us there?”
The old beggar glanced at Nobody Does Human Things.
Then he extended his hand again, rubbing his index finger and thumb together.
Nobody Does Human Things didn’t argue with the beggar.
He also took a silver coin from his backpack and placed it into the old beggar’s hand.
This overjoyed the old beggar.
Taking the money and doing the job, he pocketed the silver coin and immediately stood up. First, he offered the two players a rather awkward knight’s salute, then said,
“My Lords, please follow me. I’ll take you there now!” The old beggar led the way, talking as he walked, boasting, “There’s no one in this town whose affairs I, Old Lair, don’t know about. I’ve essentially begged at every household.”
The old beggar was not boasting.
As they walked, he told Nobody Does Human Things and Leisurely Moment who lived in each house and how many people were in each family, and what their professions were.
However, the farther into the more remote areas they went, the more he only remembered who lived there.
More detailed information was unknown.
“These people have no money, they are the town’s needy,” the old beggar explained. “I understand their family circumstances to beg better, but these people might be poorer than me, so there’s no need to know more.”
Nobody Does Human Things and Leisurely Moment exchanged glances.
They thought that to earn money in any profession, one had to put their heart into it. Like this old beggar, he had truly mastered the art of begging.
After walking for about ten more minutes, the three arrived in front of a dilapidated mud-brick house, which was almost at the furthest edge of town.
The mud-brick house stood alone amidst overgrown ruins.
A few large trees nearby had begun to wither with the arrival of autumn. A cold wind blew, and a few withered yellow leaves spun down. The broken wooden planks on the mud-brick house clattered “clank clank,” and the waist-high weeds bowed in the wind, making the scene appear even more desolate and dilapidated.
“Here, this is Milov’s home,” the old beggar said, pointing to the dilapidated mud-brick house with a sigh. “Actually, a few years ago, Milov didn’t live here. He was a good merchant and very diligent. But ever since his ox died, he’s been despondent. To treat his daughter’s illness, he spent almost all his savings and finally moved to this rundown place. Later, his daughter also disappeared. It’s probably assumed she abandoned her burden of a father and ran away…”
“Milov’s daughter? Mia?” Nobody Does Human Things’s mouth fell open, and he stared at the old beggar, dumbfounded.
“That’s right.”
The old beggar nodded matter-of-factly.
“Milov only has one daughter. His wife died during childbirth. He raised Mia alone, working hard. Now, his daughter has also left him, so what’s the point of raising offspring?”
The old beggar grumbled self-deprecatingly:
“Milov should have been alone like me. All the money I earned, I ate myself. I only needed to take care of myself and never had to worry about unfilial children.”
Nobody Does Human Things could no longer listen to the old beggar’s rambling.
He was still reeling from the fact that Mia was a girl.
I am 39° War God.
