Chapter 33: The New Daily Life of the Philin Tribe
“Lilian, do you know about Root Withering Syndrome?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ron, I don’t know.”
Ron asked this question whenever he met someone, and everyone’s answer was the same.
Later on, Ron’s purpose in asking this question wasn’t for the answer anymore because he knew everyone didn’t know. He asked because he knew about Root Withering Syndrome, giving him an impressive illusion.
After Lilian answered, she calmly used a cloth to wipe the windowsill. Despite her desire to be an elegant maid, unfortunately, many essential maid duties made her seem less elegant at times.
The type of maid who doesn’t have to do anything and just stands by the side—not for formal occasions but for personal service. Maids like her not only have to accompany Ron but also manage daily chores. Of course, Lilian never finds these tasks bothersome.
Throughout her sleepless decades, these ordinary tasks played a significant role in filling her life. Moreover, she had a deep passion for the maid profession.
The reason? When she was still a cub, she saw an elegant maid who profoundly impacted her young heart.
“So-called Root Withering Syndrome is a plague caused by the roots of the Mother Holy Tree,” Ron explained to Lilian.
Lilian’s movements abruptly halted, her dragon-like eyes contracting. “Mother Holy Tree?”
The discussion of Outer Gods was not welcomed. Why would Ron suddenly bring up the Mother Holy Tree?
“Oh, right, you wouldn’t happen to be a follower of the Mother Holy Tree, would you?” Ron remembered Mr. Susua’s advice and added.
“If I were, don’t you think you’re asking a bit too late?” Lilian said softly, folding the cloth and placing it neatly aside. “During that plague you mentioned, I had already consumed you.”
Ron rubbed his chin, deep in thought, finding Lilian’s words surprisingly reasonable.
“Why did Root Withering Syndrome suddenly appear?” Lilian asked casually.
“Not very clear,” Ron replied.
The information he knew came from the system, and he was ignorant of anything beyond that. He was quite puzzled about why Root Withering Syndrome had appeared without warning.
After all, even Mr. Susua said that the Wind Veil Basin had never experienced such a plague. The only clue was the person the system mentioned who hindered root development, but finding a person in this remote Wind Veil Basin was incredibly difficult.
Moreover, he didn’t know what that person looked like and wasn’t even sure if they were still alive.
“I thought Mr. Ron knew everything,” Lilian glanced at Ron.
In Lilian’s view, Ron, who had just been in the Bi-colored Realm, couldn’t possibly know so much. It must have been the system informing him.
She couldn’t believe that a guy who wasn’t even familiar with magic could know about such an obscure plague.
“I also wish to know everything,” Ron sat down in the chair, his face filled with helplessness.
There were still many things Ron hadn’t figured out, not to mention the matters of the Wind Veil Basin. He had a pile of mysteries about himself.
If he could see the “mentor” again, he would definitely ask for clarification. However, thinking about that guy, Ron realised that after that incident, it seemed people couldn’t read his mind as thoroughly.
Even the system was only guessing one’s inner thoughts.
As for Lilian, her telepathic abilities have been greatly diminished.
Well, that’s not too bad. Having someone read your mind was not a comfortable thing.
“Not very clear,” Ron replied. The information he knew came from the system, and he was ignorant of anything beyond that.
He was quite puzzled about why Root Withering Syndrome had appeared without warning. After all, even Mr. Susua had said that the Wind Veil Basin had never experienced such a plague.
The only clue was the person the system mentioned who hindered root development, but finding a person in this remote Wind Veil Basin was incredibly difficult.
However, thinking about that guy, Ron realised that after that incident, “If someone else knew what he was thinking, that wouldn’t be good ᕕ(◠ڼ◠)ᕗ”
“Boom, boom, boom!!!”
“Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang, clang!!!”
The ground continuously vibrated while Ron was lying down, and he even felt the chair shifting a bit.
“Left! Left! Fool! The left is this way!”
“That’s right! This way, it’s sturdy! Tear down everything useless!”
“This will be our kitchen stove from now on! We’ve wanted to cook for a long time!”
“You don’t even know how to cook! Don’t mess around!”
“We’re going to live in a three-story house! Three stories!!!”
The shouts of the Phylin tribe mixed with the noise, forcing Ron to cover his ears.
On the windowsill, the sleeping Moluna was also awakened by these sounds, looking out the window in confusion.
“Miss Lilian, what on earth is happening outside?” Ron couldn’t help but ask.
“Mr. Ron, didn’t you know? The Phylin tribe is rebuilding this town,” Lilian explained, “But Wind Bird Town is quite large, so they decided to start the reconstruction from our mayor’s mansion as the centre.”
After all, Windbird Town is a town, not a village, so the reconstruction will take some time.
“If you’re not pleased, you can go out now and talk to the Phylin tribe,” Lilian calmly responded to Ron’s frustration.
“They’re in high spirits now, and my words won’t make a difference,” Ron sighed, “But I’ll go check the situation anyway.”
“I’ll go too,” Moluna, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, expressed her curiosity about the Phylin tribe rebuilding Windbird Town.
“Boom, boom, boom!!!”
“Wow! Hey, don’t mess around! You might hit someone!”
“Where’s the water? Do we need water?”
“Why would we need water? Why?! There’s no fire, right?”
“Fool! It’s not only needed to put out fires!”
Before Ron could set out, there was a commotion outside the house.
Moluna crawled expressionlessly from under the windowsill and said, “They need me.”
“It does sound like they need you,” Ron said, putting on his coat. He couldn’t help but feel resigned.
From the sounds outside, it didn’t sound like they were rebuilding the town. It sounded more like a battle.
