Dungeon Item Shop: Volume 2: The original litRPG, item-shop light-novel! (Dungeon Item Shop - The original item-Shop litRPG!) by D.M. Rhodes & Razzmatazz

Author:D.M. Rhodes & Razzmatazz
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-11-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 156: Seeing red

The night-winds blow, the shapeless presence pushing its way down the mountain, creeping and crawling along the rocks as it falls, crashing down into the darkness beneath them all, carrying with it both strands of her hair, as well as the sounds of the voices from all around them. The winds also carry with them the voice of the man, pushing the sound of it into the dark abyss, as if hiding his presence from anyone else, from everyone else, as if to ensure that no ears heard his words save for hers.

The festival rages on behind them, growing louder and more energetic by the second. The sounds of celebrating people, of loud cheering, of chaotic spells, of reverent singing, of the clinking of mugs and the spilling of alcohol, of the stumbling and the laughing and the fighting of the festival-goers, all of them seem to become louder and louder rather abruptly. Loud enough to obscure their conversation, loud enough to obscure the trickling of the running river just on the other side of the stalls. As if some spell had come over the entire mountain-town, energizing every last person who is outside in this hour close to midnight, filling them with unnatural fervor.

Fresh knows that she shouldn’t talk to the man, despite Jubilee never having explicitly warned her not to, like they had done with Shamrock. It’s more than just some gut-feeling or her intuition, it’s simply a fact of life that her mind holds to be self-evident, much like her need to breathe, her need to blink. Much like that, the man is clearly someone who shouldn’t be spoken to, who shouldn’t be listened to.

Fresh turns and she walks away, not saying anything, not engaging with the man from the thieves’ guild. She is sure this would otherwise result in nothing but trouble. She causes enough of that already, without anyone else’s help.

"Is it what you expected it to be?" asks Patala, as Fresh walks away. "Your new life?"

She stops, the hairs on her neck standing on end, as the hissing of his words reaches her ears which are filled with the sounds of festivity. Her new life? Does he know about…

Fresh blinks, suddenly remembering something that she had forgotten. No, it wasn’t forgotten. It was simply… painted over, covered in a smear of wet, thick, black ink.

- Her old life. She had a life before this one. It wasn’t even that long ago. A few months ago at best. Her eyes wander down towards her hands which are at her side, seeing the pale, thin skin become illuminated for a moment by the odd purple light of a haunting spell that explodes high up in the sky, like a firework. She doesn’t turn herself around, but she does look over her shoulder towards the stranger. "Some adventure, right?" he asks, almost laughing.

"What do you want?" asks Fresh, feeling both extremely confused and also highly suspicious. Her mind is racing as she remembers and at the same time, it tries to grasp how he could know her secret.

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