Chapter 130 Chapter 130: Luocha, You're Almost Smarter Than This Young Lady!
Chapter 130: Luocha, You're Almost Smarter Than This Young Lady!
At the same time, on the other end of the Xianzhou, Sushang, who had long since bid farewell to Kevin and the others, was currently in the Artisanship Commission that they had just mentioned.
However, she wasn't alone. For some reason, Sushang had encountered two outworlders near the Jade Gate who had just set foot on the Xianzhou when the turmoil struck and had no idea where to go. Naturally, she took it upon herself to shoulder the responsibility of escorting them to a safe area.
Of these two outworlders, one wore clothing quite in the style of the Xianzhou and always held a long spear that never left his hands. He was also unwilling to say much, so Sushang naturally gave him the nickname "Silent Gourd."
As for the other, he was a man with long golden hair who looked even more beautiful than many girls. His clothes clearly differed from the Xianzhou style, but outworlders often appear on the Luofu, so this wasn't particularly strange.
It's just... for some reason, this guy was carrying a large white wooden box on his back? He said it was something called a 'coffin,' typically used specifically for transporting corpses. As a traveling merchant, he had made some kind of deal with someone to bring this large object to the Xianzhou.
Alright, Sushang had to admit that even someone as worldly and experienced as herself had never heard of anything like a coffin. On their Xianzhou, posthumous affairs are generally handled directly by the Ten-Lords Commission; even close friends and relatives don't get to see the remains.
Even for warriors who fall in battle, their remains are quickly collected and handed over to the Ten-Lords Commission for unified processing—that's the regulation. On the Xianzhou, there's never been any talk of coffins, funerals, or the like; it all sounds very troublesome.
But she also had to admit that guy really knew an awful lot. His level of wisdom and resourcefulness almost rivaled her own.
When Sushang asked not long ago why a traveling merchant like him would come to the Luofu to take on such business, she remembered his answer was something like this—
"From what I know, after the last upheaval, the Xianzhou Alliance reorganized its systems—the six Xianzhou ships each have their own duties. For example, Miss Sushang's hometown, 'Yaoqing,' serves as a strategic vessel constantly campaigning against the Abundance's followers; while 'Luofu' is a commercial vessel specifically responsible for patrolling trade routes."
"With different duties, the focus on each Xianzhou naturally differs as well. For instance, 'Luofu' mostly hosts merchant fleets heading to various planets, while 'Yaoqing' has adopted a policy of nearly universal conscription and almost never directly receives external merchants."
"A small traveling merchant like myself can barely move freely on 'Luofu' after preparing some procedures, but trying to go to other Xianzhou ships would be extremely difficult."
The traveling merchant named Luocha immediately spouted a whole bunch of information, making Sushang's head spin a little. Even though she grew up almost entirely on 'Yaoqing,' she seemed to have never paid attention to such information.
Luocha had even just told her some story about an Aeon falling. At first, she found it quite novel, but the more she listened, the less she understood...
In the end, she accidentally let it be discovered that she, a Xianzhou native, didn't even know much about the stories of 'The Abundance' and 'The Hunt,' nearly making a fool of herself.
But what could she do about it? Her mother had her practicing swordplay every single day since she was little—swordplay, swordplay, swordplay... She hadn't even properly attended a regular private school for more than a few days. Being able to recognize all the characters could already be considered genius-level!
"But speaking of which, Luocha, why do you know so much?"
Looking at this outworlder who not only spoke elegantly but could also casually bring up all sorts of things she'd never even heard of, Sushang asked somewhat puzzledly: "Generally speaking, short-life species like you at your age should only be a few decades old... Why do I feel like I've lived these two hundred-plus years in vain?"
Besides upholding justice and helping others, Sushang had always harbored another small dream—that if she could someday be like those storytellers, with vast knowledge in her chest, able to casually weave a magnificent tale, wouldn't she be able to appear impressive wherever she went?
"Hehe, Miss Sushang, is that so?"
Luocha didn't directly answer her question but instead said with a smile: "I actually feel I know far too little. Compared to all things measured on a cosmic scale, everything humans experience is merely a drop in the ocean."
"But if Miss Sushang truly wishes to broaden her horizons, my suggestion is to travel more... The more you see, the more you'll understand."
Sushang was completely taken aback by these words. She scratched her head and said somewhat uncertainly: "Is... is that so? It seems the teacher at the private school said something similar too. Something like... reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling... traveling..."
No matter how hard she searched her brain, the answer she came up with was 'not found here,' to the point her brain felt like it was starting to crash.
"'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles'... but the meaning of this phrase isn't solely about travel." Fortunately, at that moment, the other outworlder who called himself Dan Heng successfully came to her rescue.
"Huh? Silent Gourd, you actually deigned to speak?!" Sushang looked at Dan Heng in surprise but soon found herself back in brain-crash territory: "But doesn't that phrase sound like it means just that...?"
"......"
Faced with someone whose brainpower was clearly insufficient, Dan Heng couldn't even be bothered to engage in further conversation. He immediately hugged his spear tighter and turned his head to look elsewhere, as if afraid his own intelligence might be contaminated.
"You...! Forget it, forget it. This young lady won't bother arguing with you, Silent Gourd."
Sushang placed her hands on her hips, ready to flare up, but quickly remembered she had just been beaten up not long ago. Then she thought about the Cloud Knights' duty being to protect civilians and reluctantly let it go.
As a righteous Cloud Knight, how could she possibly argue over such things with a civilian under her protection?
After slightly calming her desire to continue bickering, Sushang refocused her attention on what lay before her—the Artisanship Commission, almost completely overrun with roots and filled with collapsed buildings everywhere.
"But... with the Artisanship Commission now in such a dilapidated state, which way should we go now??!"
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