Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1325 - 111 Impatient Both Parties

"Hmm, the earliest awakening must have been about forty or fifty years ago, right? Oh, you do understand what a year is, right? The master said the outside world has entered a new era, and many things have changed. I’m worried you guys might have different terms for time." Little Deer was imitating Torum in translating, but as soon as she finished, she added, "Of course we know, big skull. Such a simple word, I knew it when I was four years old."

Torum seemed very interested in Little Deer and Annie, actually ignoring the other six people, squatting down and rattling away with interest. After he finished speaking, Little Deer pointed to her own skull and proudly said, "Of course I call you big skull, I’m Little Skull. You’re taller than me, so you’re big skull, that’s it."

"Rattle rattle, rattle rattle," Torum made another series of noises.

"What? My name is Little Deer, silly." Little Skull boasted, "Little Deer is the name my mom gave me, Little Skull is the name Annie and the other brothers and sisters gave me, and I like them all the same. Oh, and little troublemaker, little rascal, I like those too."

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"Right, and little dummy." Little Deer repeated unconsciously, then quickly realized and started wrestling with Annie who was teasing her, "You’re the little dummy, only a dummy calls someone else a dummy."

"Ah." Catherine gave Torum a helpless bitter smile, looking very much like a young mother with no way to control her naughty children, while she sneakily kicked Pannis in the foot and said, "I’m really sorry, they, uh, often act like this. I hope you’ll be understanding."

Pannis, who had been kicked for no reason, immediately showed a perplexed expression, pretending not to understand Catherine’s intention until he was fiercely glared at by the knight girl, then put on a mournful face and took on the most painful job of separating the two squabbling little ones. After paying a harsh price, Pannis finally managed to accomplish the difficult task, reminding Little Deer of her own duties, and she returned to Catherine’s side.

"Hehehe, such adorable children, how could we mind? Haha, sister look, he says we’re cute. Mm, understood, I won’t cause trouble anymore." Having been scolded by Catherine, Little Skull hung her head, disheartened, and continued translating: "He said, seeing how good you are to his kind, they’re touched. It’s clear that you really love them. Ha, of course, the brothers and sisters obviously love us, right, Sister... Alright, alright, I won’t add my own comments anymore, boo hoo hoo, Sister Catherine is picking on me."

"Excuse me, Mr. Torum." So, Catherine went to comfort the child, and Pannis had to take over the conversation, foregoing any more tentative exchanges and asking directly, "We can enter the fortress, right?"

"Rattle rattle," Torum saluted Pannis very solemnly. If his interaction with Catherine was one of equal respect, then what he showed Pannis was reverence to a superior.

"Of course, anytime is fine." The translator changed to Annie now: "You are the designated guest in the master’s Oracle, and no one can stop you if you wish to enter. You may pass through Death’s Gate in the fortress, then keep walking until you reach the master’s Temple."

"I’m curious, Mr. Torum, do you know him?" Catherine handed Little Deer over to Lina, who was better equipped to handle children’s education, and moved back in to ask, "Or is it, your Deity...?"

"This gentleman bears the mark of the master," Torum rattled, "The master had mentioned in the Oracle that if we met someone with his mark, then he must surely be a guest of the master, and is preparing for a visit. What we need to do is create the most unobstructed environment for him, so that he can meet the master as soon as possible."

"So it is," Catherine and Pannis exchanged a look. They hadn’t spoken the thought, yet it simultaneously surfaced in both their minds. Catherine tentatively asked, "Then, what if he isn’t actually preparing to visit your master?"

"Impossible, the master cannot be mistaken," Torum, shaking his smooth skull through Annie’s translation, said, "The master’s Oracle was very certain about this gentleman’s affairs, so I am certain, Miss Catherine, that the hypothesis you proposed is not valid."

"Yes, the hypothesis is indeed not valid," Catherine said thoughtfully, "It seems he really does understand you well. And you seem to understand him too, knowing that he must have already made a path for you to enter."

"Of course, who else but old friends from over a hundred years ago," Pannis said with a mischievous smile. In front of Torum, he didn’t make his meaning too clear, but hinted, "I believe he’s as eager to see me as I am to see him. It seems we both hold each other in our thoughts. Though, when you think about it, it is no surprise, since both of us believed back then that we were... huh."

"Mr. Torum," Catherine frowned in thought before suddenly asking, "Do you know our purpose for entering? Or has your Deity told you why he has invited Pannis in?"

"The intentions of the master are not for us to speculate on," Torum’s Soul Fire flared as if displeased with Catherine’s question, "The master is the creator, and we are but the master’s children. We only need to listen to the master’s voice, with no need or right to guess the master’s purposes, not to mention, the master’s will is not something we children can comprehend."

"Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend your faith. If I’ve given you such a misimpression, I apologize," Catherine sighed, forcing a smile, "I’m just curious, what if we were actually harboring ill intentions, planning to harm your Deity, letting us in like this..."

"Rattle, rattle, rattle." Even without translation, it was clear that Torum was laughing. After a good chuckle, Annie translated, "Impossible, no one can deceive the master. If you had ill intentions, the master would not allow you to enter so easily. Besides, even if you did, it wouldn’t matter, we have no need to worry. The master’s power is omnipotent, and you are mere mortals after all."

"Heh, true, we are just mortals," Pannis revealed a meaningful smile, "One last question, what if I suddenly didn’t want to go in anymore and just turned around and left, what would you do?"

"Rattle?" Torum was taken aback, pondering for a while before hesitantly saying, "What would we do? I don’t understand. You are guests, if you want to leave then leave, as long as that is truly what you wish."

"Yes, as long as that is truly what I wish, and yet I do not wish it." Pannis, having received an unexpected answer, stroked his chin and stood for a moment before nodding, "Thank you for your welcome, Mr. Torum, then we shall enter."

"Welcome." Torum bowed again, bidding farewell to all with solemn ceremony.