Chapter 18: Adventurer_1

Anyway, now, whether it's the forest spirit or members of the Fourth Squad of the Ground Dragon Mercenary Group, they all treated Motan as the hero who saved everyone that day, even though the so-called 'hero' himself knows less about the incident than any of the parties involved...

But only the NPCs would think so, Gale Sean, who was also a witness that day, might not necessarily agree, after all, he is a legitimate player. On the first day of the server opening, it's unrealistic for him to defeat hundreds of monsters in a non-P2W game. Unfortunately, Motan has no way to ask him for confirmation. It's not that the others left the caravan a while ago, but simply that Sean might not be online...

'Mage' stated that he hasn't seen that 'now-you-see-him-now-you-don't' kid since last night.

"Alright, I think I've got a rough idea." After setting aside his suspicion of using the ultimate move, Motan yawned and asked Mage: "Where are we now?"

"Anka Market." The dwarf looked at Motan slightly puzzled: "The forest spirit caravan will stop here for a few days, then continue to Sky Pillar Mountain in the west, is there a problem?"

Of course there is a problem, Motan's head is filled with questions now, but it's hard for him to ask them all. He had to go along with Mage's statement and asked: "When do we set off?"

"We?" Mage paused for a moment, then pointed to Motan's head with some concern: "Weren't your previous destination the Anka Market? And that kid named Sean too..."

Got it, Motan understood that the system initially assigned him to come to this place, hitching a ride as a traveler.

So the previous question would naturally confuse Mage, who is probably suspecting right now that Motan is suffering from a condition known as 'stupidity'...

"I seem to have forgotten a lot of things when I woke up." Mo smiled shyly: "Even though my body is fine, many things in my memory are vague."

Mage smirked: "Sounds like those stage plays that are popular among human nobles. I saw one once, very interesting~"

"Stage play?" Motan was stunned and subconsciously asked: "What are they about? Are they interesting?"

"Very interesting!" The dwarf described with enthusiasm: "Now the most popular ones are about love, like a lady of a noble family and a poor kid, a rich businessman's son and a beggar girl, they fall in love, then problems always arise. Such as him being hit by a dragon by accident and losing his memory, or her being diagnosed with an incurable disease that even the Pope can't solve, or the rich one suddenly going bankrupt after being robbed by a big thief, or they found out they are not their parents' real children, all very funny!"

At this point, Motan was already breaking out in a cold sweat...

"There's more!" Mage spoke with excitement: "Although when I accompanied Iron Hammer to watch one, it only had memory loss, incurable diseases, and illegitimate children and the likes, but I heard that a few years ago there was a popular drama about a noble young man in love with a bunch of girls, only to find out that they were all his half-sisters..."

Motan decided not to let this dwarf with such diverse interests to continue his story and quickly interrupted: "I get it, I get it! I just came from a small place and want to see the world, to gain some knowledge. That's also why I plan to come to Anka. Mage, why don't you give me a briefing on the local customs..."

[You don't have to give me the briefing, but at least don't drown me with these cringe-worthy cultures while I'm trying to play a game!]

This was his inner wailing...

"From a small place..." Mage suddenly looked at the tail behind Motan and asked, "You're not a reptile from the half-beastmen tribe, right?"

Motan shook his head honestly and replied: "I should be a half-dragon."

Upon hearing this, Mage was silent for a while, then sighed, patted Motan's shoulder and mumbled: "No wonder..."

But he didn't continue, so as not to bring up some of Motan's sad memories. Instead, he took out a slightly tattered notebook from his bosom and handed it over.

"What's this..." Motan took the black leather journal, which reeked of alcohol. As he glanced down, he was suddenly overjoyed and looked up at Mage eagerly: "Can I borrow this?"

"Mage's Adventure Notes"

Quality: Common, Unique

Use: Read

[Note: Dwarf warrior Mage. Rolling Iron's journal, records vast knowledge of adventurers and a simple map of the northwest of the continent. It also includes a few recipes of herbs, edible parts of common monsters and basic outdoor survival knowledge. Lastly, for the sake of the player's mental and physical health, we strongly advise against turning to pages 77-82. Any consequences will be borne by the player himself.]

Even if some strange things were mixed in, Motan still recognized the value of this adventure journal for a novice like him, which is irreplaceable—the wisdom!

At the beginning of the game, when the officials didn't provide any reliable information, the players were struggling to get started because no one knew which of their words would offend someone's taboo, or would be regarded as heresy. Especially in the game Innocent World, where the NPCs are all very smart, many careless players have paid the price for various inappropriate behaviors.