Derick and Jason had encountered an unexpected situation.
After the caravan entered the city, Jason first had the others take the goods for handover, while he took Derick for a tour of Okhema.
Walking through the Marmoreal Market, Jason said to Derick, "This is our Okhema market. What do you think? Isn't it big? Lots of people?"
"Mm-hmm, indeed."
Derick hadn't forgotten his self-proclaimed origin from a remote village in Amphoreus, and he continuously praised the surrounding market.
Besides, the Marmoreal Market was indeed quite impressive. Its style was completely different from Earth before his transmigration, offering a unique flavor.
Sunlight cast long shadows from the stone pillars. Pedestrians in sandals walked on the stone slabs. Stalls and shops on both sides of the road displayed various goods. The exotic aroma of spices, the fragrance of fruits, and the heavy sound of blacksmithing intertwined in this marketplace.
"Ahead is the Hattonus Blacksmith shop. Seeing your skills, how about I get you a short sword forged for self-defense?" Jason pointed to the blacksmith shop ahead and asked Derick.
"Thank you, Brother Jason." Derick repeatedly thanked Jason.
Just as the two were about to walk forward, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Derick, falling to the ground with a 'thud', one hand outstretched, pointing right at Derick.
Derick's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at Jason beside him in surprise.
Seriously? Is the staged accident scam industry this rampant in Okhema?
Jason was also confused.
They both looked down together.
Short white hair, wearing light armor, blood flowing from the corner of his handsome mouth.
"This, isn't this Lord Phainon of the Golden Ones? How, how could he collapse here? I, Brother Derick and I just arrived here, we are definitely not the culprits who harmed a Golden One."
Seeing the man's appearance, Jason cried out in panic.
Derick nodded repeatedly beside him.
From the crowd, a tall, muscular blonde man with a bare upper body pushed through. He glanced down at Phainon, then looked up at Jason and Derick.
Derick recognized him; it was Mydei from Castrum Kremnos.
Looking at it this way, Phainon's collapse likely had its culprit.
Seeing Mydei's sturdy muscles, Derick couldn't help but feel envious. Before transmigrating, although he wasn't as robust as Mydei, he was about the same build as Phainon. But after transmigrating, he had become a handsome young boy of thirteen or fourteen.
Not quite handsome, more like beautiful, even pretty would be an apt description. And his physique was exceptionally slender and delicate.
If he were modeled in a game, he would probably be grouped with Yanqing and Misha in the 'shota' category.
When would he grow as tall and strong as Mydei?
Derick thought to himself.
"Don't worry, he just ran too much and collapsed from exhaustion, it has nothing to do with you." Mydei crossed his arms, looked down at Phainon, and said, "Now you admit defeat, right? Your strength isn't enough to compete with me in long-distance running."
Phainon weakly raised a hand, his voice trembling, "Mydei, I, I just collapsed from exhaustion. Admitting... admitting defeat is still too early..."
Wake up, you can't outrun him. Every time he dies, he runs a round trip in the underworld.
Derick thought, looking at the collapsed Phainon.
"Hmph, since you insist, I'll wait for you here."
Mydei stood aside, waiting for Phainon to recover.
Jason didn't want to get involved. He quickly said to Mydei, "Lord Mydei, this doesn't concern us, right? Then we'll take our leave first."
"Mm." Mydei nodded. "You can go. Don't tell anyone else about this. If you need help in the future, you can come find me."
Suddenly having someone collapse on the ground could inevitably cause shock. Proud as Mydei was, he naturally didn't want to owe anyone. Even though Jason and Derick hadn't said anything, Mydei offered compensation.
"That won't be necessary; it wasn't much trouble," Jason swallowed and said to Mydei.
Mydei glanced at Jason.
"I understand. If I need help in the future, I will definitely seek assistance from Lord Mydei."
Jason immediately changed his tune without any hesitation.
A satisfied smile appeared on Mydei's lips.
Derick watched from the side, suddenly feeling a weight on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Castorice patting his shoulder.
"Lord Derick, Lady Aglaea wishes to see you. I've come to take you to her."
Castorice lowered her head slightly and said to him.
Mydei's smile froze instantly. Even someone as proud as him looked like he had seen a ghost.
"What, what is going on!?"
Castorice actually made contact with someone?
And the person she touched was completely fine, even chatting and laughing with her.
What on earth was happening?
Could Castorice's curse have disappeared?
If Castorice's curse disappeared, Mydei clenched his fists, an impulse rising within him.
His arm-wrestling championship title, could he reclaim it?
However, this impulse lasted only a second. Mydei clearly sensed that the curse on Castorice hadn't disappeared. And Jason, next to the boy, was also silently keeping his distance from Castorice.
This wasn't Castorice's issue, but the boy's ability.
Phainon slowly raised his head at this moment, looked at the state of Derick and Castorice, his expression filled with shock, panic, and various other emotions.
"It's over, it's over. Did I enter the underworld and start hallucinating? I actually saw Miss Castorice's curse disappear."
Mydei couldn't resist squatting down and punching Phainon on the head.
"The underworld isn't like this. Snap out of it." After saying that, he stood up and looked at Castorice, "Castorice, what exactly is going on?"
"This is Lord Derick's special ability. I will explain the specific situation to Lord Mydei later."
Castorice glanced at Mydei and Phainon, then spoke, "I need to take Lord Derick to see Lady Aglaea. Lord Mydei, Lord Phainon, would you like to come along? I can explain Lord Derick's situation to you on the way."
She was somewhat worried that Aglaea still wouldn't trust Derick, so she brought Phainon and Mydei along. With them present, Lady Aglaea might consider things more carefully.
"Alright."
Mydei nodded seriously.
He was very curious about this matter and naturally wanted to understand it clearly.
Phainon had also recovered by this time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and nodded in agreement.
"This brother must be new to Okhema, right? We can get to know each other better on the way."
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