Chapter 119: His Cleanliness

Chapter 119: His Cleanliness

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I wasn’t normally one to be self-conscious, but it felt like most of the castle had come to watch me cut the grass. What was so fascinating about it?

It was only a little after my third revolution around the castle that Trent joined the crowd. After a few minutes, he stepped out and cleared his throat. “Master Void, do you have any plans for those grass clippings you are harvestin’?”

I paused in my work. Did I have plans for the grass? I didn’t know if I would really call them plans, but I did have a few ideas of what I could do with it. I wasn’t going to act on them much immediately, though, and I was definitely open to others. It would be silly of me to think that I would know what to do with the grass better than the humans who had been working at this for a long time.

Trent was an older human, one that everyone in the castle looked up to, so I had to assume that he knew a lot. Even if he did spend most of his time playing in the dirt. Of course, he cleaned himself regularly, so he couldn’t be all bad.

I did my best to let Trent know that I had a few ideas but was open to suggestions. I made sure to try to slow down my beeps for clarity, but still, I was mostly left with a blank look. Trent looked around with a slightly frustrated look on his face. “Of course, both Bee and Tony left. Why didn’t they think that the young god might want to talk to people in the meantime? Darn kids.”

The crowd looked around at each other for a couple seconds in shared consternation. After a moment, Felix stepped out from between a couple of the larger kids he had been hanging out with. “Uh, Mr. Trent?”

Trent scanned the group of people before finding the source of the small voice. Meeting Felix’s eyes, Trent spoke in a slightly gentler voice than I had heard him use before. “Yes, Felix?”

“Uh, I think that, Voi-, I mean, uh, Our Lord Excellency was tryin to say that he- it, it was happy to get ideas, but wanted to keep a little bit for... something I didn’t quite get. I think that’s what His- Its? Goodliness was tryin to say.” The boy eventually stumbled through an explanation. But honestly, I couldn’t complain. That was a much better and more straightforward translation than most of the ones Bee did.

Trent turned to look at me, seemingly trying to evaluate whether I agreed with the statement. I tried to figure out a way to signal my agreement with my arm or sword, but every move I could think of was distinctly negative or too ambiguous. With a mental shrug, I did my best to let out a positive beep. Trent nodded before turning to the rest of the people.

“I’m sure that you all have better things to do rather than bother Void. He’s tryin’ his best to serve the community. You should all follow his example and consider what you could be doin’ to pitch in more.” Trent grinned. “If anyone needs suggestions, I’m happy to help out.”

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Bee and Tony had made incredible time, despite all her teasing. Tony was able to maintain a pace only possible because of his high levels. It was probably helped by a similarly high endurance. But the fact that she couldn’t confirm that meant Bee was starting to get frustrated with her scan skill.

Sure, it was incredibly useful and everything, but it hadn’t grown nearly as fast as she would have liked. She was already one of the most powerful people she had ever met, and she hadn’t even been able to see her own full status, let alone anyone else’s.

Of course, skills getting stronger wasn’t just levels and experience. Using them was how they really evolved and adapted to the user, as well as grew in power. Time was the largest factor in that, so it was a bit unfair for her to expect them to grow at the same rate as her level. Especially with how often she forgot to use it. Sure, skills still developed a bit without use, but then they’d never truly be great. In fact, most people had more experience with skill training than leveling because of the lower risks associated. She really needed to focus on this one more, especially since using it didn’t require much risk at all on her part. Not like combat skills, at least.

With Greg finally on the horizon as they left the forest, Bee considered if they would be able to find sheep before the sun went down. They might make the city, but it would be close. “Do you want to stop and spend the night here while we still have shelter?”

Tony looked at the edge of the trees and shook his head. “I’m not sure. It seems like the forest is as much of a trap as it is a shelter. Somehow we managed to avoid the undead on the way here. I’m not sure that I believe that the forest is empty of them yet though. I think it would be better if we had a clear line of sight around us.”

“If we can see all around us, then everything around us can see us too.” Bee pointed out. “Besides, we took several days on the way back from Greg and we were surrounded by the forest the whole time.”

“Did you forget that Void was with us the whole time? I don’t think a kid did more than scrape his knee the entire trip.” Tony said, with a little bit of the earlier teasing returning to his tone. “Maybe we set up at the edge of the forest so we can have a little fire in the tree,s but also have half of the open area behind us?”

“We really don’t know anything about bushcraft, do we?” Bee sighed in frustration. “I looked a little bit in the library about it, but it turns out that people who like to run around in the woods all the time aren’t really inclined to write books about it.”

“I know a thing or two about roughing it, but yeah, not in hostile territory so to speak. But I don’t really know if any of the tricks would apply to the undead, even if we knew them.” Tony said as they stepped off the path and started looking for a place to put down their packs.

“Well the undead are not the only thing we have to worry about. Did you forget Void driving off those kingdom scouts? We also just sent a - uh, an envoy I guess? - to the kingdom’s armies to try and repair relations. But to them, Void and its followers are possessed, demon worshiping cultists, or something.” Bee said, dropping her pack next to a rock. It looked like it would make a good windbreak. Perhaps she should have mentioned that to Susan. Though she probably knew that anyway if she was investigating them.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad, right?”