Chapter 68: What is Mr. Susua
Mr. Susua, as usual, sat by the central fountain in Fengniao Town, drinking tea. This central fountain originally had no water, but recently, Moluna used magic to fill it with some.
Although it was unclear how long it could last, the fountain seemed to be functioning quite well for now.
“Ha—” Mr. Susua took a deep breath because the tea was too hot.
He had a sensitive tongue, so he didn’t eat things that were too hot. For example, Moluna often offered Mr. Susua hot water, but he always politely declined.
Between making Moluna happy and protecting his tongue, he would unhesitatingly choose to protect his tongue. Mr. Susua blew on the hot tea and wanted to take a break. But at that moment, Susuan’s energetic voice echoed from afar, “Grandpa! We’ve brought someone to see you!”
Hearing Susuan’s lively voice, Mr. Susua shook his head helplessly. Susuan was his granddaughter, always aiming to become a lady. However, Phylin or not, in the end, they were Phylin. At this rate, it was clear that Susuan was unlikely to become a lady. He raised his eyelids and saw that Susuan had someone from the Phylin tribe following her. The Phylin had scars on his face, giving him a tough appearance.
Well, maybe in the eyes of humans, Yueluo might not look as rugged, but among the Phylins, he was undoubtedly tough.
“So, you’re a little outsider,” Mr. Susua pinched his small beard and asked, “What are you here for?”
“I’ve decided to become a blacksmith here.”
Yueluo’s way of speaking alone was completely different from the other Phylins in Fengniao Town.
“Is this place worth building for us?” Yueluo asked, “Will we end up as slaves here?”
Yueluo had to ask these questions because he had seen too many Phylins inexplicably becoming slaves.
“I’ve decided to become a blacksmith here.”
Yueluo’s tone was very serious, “But before that, we need to confirm one thing.”
“Is this place worth building for us?” Yueluo asked, “Will we end up as slaves here?”
Yueluo had to ask these questions because he had seen too many Phylins inexplicably becoming slaves.
“Is this place worth building for us?” Yueluo asked, “Will we end up as slaves here?”
Yueluo couldn’t be sure if Fengniao Town would be the same. If it were, he felt he had no reason to stay.
“This place? Honestly, not worth building at all!” Mr. Susua shouted.
“Eh!” Susuan on the side was shocked.
Does this Fengniao Town not deserve to be built? If so, what were their efforts during this time?
Susuan thought that Mr. Susua would fervently tell Yueluo that Fengniao Town is indeed worth building.
Not only Susuan but also Yueluo was shocked. He was hoping to hear something positive from Mr. Susua.
Unexpectedly, it started with such a bombshell. Yueluo already regretted coming to Fengniao Town on the carriage. He even sold his shop in Gray Iron City and followed Doran to the Wind Veil Basin.
Now, if he were to return to Gray Iron City, he would have to find a new shop, which would be quite troublesome.
“Are you joking?” Yueluo couldn’t help but speak with his accent.
It was a pure Phylin accent, very hearty.
Upon hearing this accent, Susuan felt a strong sense of familiarity: “You’re indeed like us, a Phylin, just with a different name.”
“Grandpa never jokes,” Susuan said calmly, sipping tea.
Mr. Susua continued to explain, “This place is very barren. Not many people would want to build here if given a choice.”
Who wouldn’t want to go there if it were possible to survive on fertile land? However, the reality was that it was very difficult to cultivate in the Wind Veil Basin, and there were also natural disasters and human troubles.
“But you don’t have to worry about us becoming slaves,” Mr. Susua said calmly.
“Why?” Yueluo couldn’t help but ask.
“Because the lord of this place is a fool,” Mr. Susua said without regard for Ron’s face.
Yueluo recalled Ron’s appearance and didn’t feel he resembled a fool, “Why do I feel like he’s not a fool?”
“Humph, that’s our euphemism for him,” Mr. Susua said, “He seems shrewd but lacks excessive scheming.”
“So you don’t have to worry about us becoming slaves later,” he, having more experience than Yueluo, knew exactly what Yueluo was concerned about.
But Mr. Susua wanted to tell Yueluo that he should leave immediately if he saw any signs. Absolutely cannot linger. No matter how attached you are to what you’ve created through your labor, you must not linger.
“If you can’t bear it, there’s also a last resort.”
“If there are signs, then do what we need to do,” Mr. Susua took a sip of tea.
When Mr. Susua said these words, Yueluo unexpectedly sensed a sense of dominance from this old man. This dominance made Yueluo sure that the Phylin in front of him was indeed a “Grandpa.”
“I’m good at judging people,” Mr. Susua said as the dominance that was just present suddenly disappeared from his body.
Mr. Susua looked no different from a frail old man and was even much shorter.
“But we also know that people can change. If he changes, he won’t be the guy we trust,” Mr. Susua added.
“Alright, let’s stay then,” Yueluo sighed.
For his own sake, going back to Gray Iron City would definitely be better for Yueluo.
Life in Grey Iron City was more colorful and comfortable. Coming to Fengniao Town, he was destined to endure hardships.
Mr. Susua’s words made him firm in his decision to stay.
How should he put it? Yueluo knew that it was unrealistic for the Phylins to have another nation.
However, Yueluo still hoped for a place that could be a home for the Phylins.
