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As the other person scrutinized her, she was also observing them in return.
The tall Elf Archer had a strikingly beautiful appearance, with Crimson lips curling into a captivating smile. Her upturned phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and under Yan Yan's steady gaze, the scrutiny became more relaxed and confident. This kind of attention surprisingly did not make Yan Yan feel uncomfortable at all.
The gaze swept over her exquisite beauty and the Golden Longbow in her hands. Yan Yan lightly nodded in greeting before walking towards the woodpile to begin her newly assigned task of chopping wood for Zhao Hunter.
"Come here," Zhao Hunter's head peeked out from behind the door, gesturing to the woman. "Oily up all the arrows in this house."
"Alright, Senior," Lingling replied, her voice melodious and pleasing.
Upon hearing the term "Senior," Yan Yan quickly glanced at her, then lowered her gaze again, holding the axe as she quietly chopped wood.
Through the window of the house, the woman watched the girl in the corner of the yard chop wood with swift movements.
At first glance, she was struck by the girl's dark and stagnant aura. There was no sparkle in her eyes, only a haunting darkness and sharpness that made her seem older than her years—like a Twilight elder, gloomy and devoid of vitality. She was slender with a waxy yellow complexion, clearly someone who had been relying on Nutritional Supplements for a long time.
Now, watching her chop wood, there was a hint of youthful vigor in her actions. The axe rose and fell decisively, causing the logs to tumble down without hesitation. It was evident that she was a person of resolute character. Such a person, upon first glance, turned out to be quite interesting.
The woman withdrew her gaze from the girl in the yard. Her fair fingertips glided over a cold Arrow Tip, a chill spreading from her fingertips as a carefree smile graced her lips. Her expression was one of cherished seriousness, as if what lay before her were not rusted Arrow Tips but exquisite crafted trinkets.
Her unhurried oiling motion exuded an air of delicacy akin to something custom-made in a high-class artisan shop.
The moment Yan Yan felt the woman's gaze upon her, she sensed it and suppressed her astonishment. As she swung the axe with apparent ease, her mind began racing through memories from her past life. Someone like this could not possibly be unknown; their familiar aura and carefree demeanor suggested they had crossed paths before.
She quickly filtered through images of faces—some flamboyant, some stunning, some enchanting—but none could quite match that deeply ingrained sense of confidence.
Time ticked by as a pile of firewood grew taller under the relentless strikes of the axe. Wiping away beads of sweat that had slipped down her chin, she stood up to stretch her stiff limbs. Turning around, she noticed the woman sitting by the window diligently polishing rusty arrows.
She casually sat there, her straight legs resting at an angle against the table leg, one elbow bent in a relaxed arc, her body comfortably leaning against the armrest of the chair. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her full forehead, and her lowered head obscured her expression. The smooth, slender tips of her fingers were stained with the dark hue of palm oil, deftly sliding back and forth over a row of Arrow Tips. With each movement, the vibrant paint coated the freshly rusted Arrow Tips, her actions unhurried and devoid of any impatience or disdain, exuding a natural nonchalance.
Under her gaze, the woman leisurely polishing the Arrow Tips suddenly looked up, her half-smile capturing perfectly the awkwardness and surprise that had flashed across Yan Yan's face.
The curve of her lips widened further as she rested her chin on her right hand, tilting her head slightly, unconcerned about the smudges on her fingertips. She allowed Yan Yan to scrutinize her with an open demeanor, as if to say, "Look if you wish."
In response to such an inviting gaze, Yan Yan met her eyes with equal openness, as if the earlier awkwardness and surprise had never existed.
After a moment of mutual staring, they both burst into laughter.
One laugh was bold and carefree; the other was light and restrained.
"Huo Suixin."
"Silent."
Their simultaneous introductions elicited another shared smile.
It was indeed her.
Huo Suixin, that person full of thoughts yet effortlessly free—Wonderful Person?
It made sense; only she could possess such captivating ease and flamboyance.
"My sister, standing under this scorching sun without any shade—are you trying to get sunburned?"
Her teasing tone carried a familiarity, as if two old friends who had known each other for ages were playfully bantering.
"People with fair skin aren't afraid of the sun."
"Pfft, haha—"
Huo Suixin listened to her shameless joke, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up. Yan Yan, who completely missed the punchline, shrugged her shoulders in exasperation, which only made Huo Suixin laugh even more.
Seeing her laugh so heartily, Yan Yan brushed her hair back and tilted her head slightly, a fleeting smile crossing her face.
"How long have you been trying to win his favor?" She gestured towards Zhao Hunter's tightly shut door.
"I just started working today," she raised the axe in her hand and pointed at the relaxed woman sitting leisurely on a stool. "It should be obvious whose favor is higher."
"Hahaha, you are quite the character," Unmatched Beauty's face lit up with a joyful smile, making her even more stunning. "I also just started working today, but—maybe your charm isn't enough. After all, this is a world that values looks~" She winked playfully, her teasing tone not at all offensive as she openly sized Yan Yan up.
Under another wave of scrutinizing gazes, Yan Yan felt a bit overwhelmed but managed to smile wryly. "You know, when you smile, you remind me of my sister," she paused for a moment before adding seriously, "My sister is also very beautiful."
"Haha... um—thank you for saying I'm pretty, haha... I can't take it anymore; you're too funny, Girl," she clutched her stomach, her eyes crinkling with joy. "If anyone else called me a Wonderful Person, I definitely wouldn't agree; you're the real Wonderful Person here!" Even being shy was amusing when it came from her.
She got up and walked over to the window, reaching through to grab Yan Yan's arm. She playfully pinched her slightly smiling face and said with a gentle tone that was both clear and melodious, "Now that's what a young lady should be like—easygoing and carefree. Your beautiful sister would laugh just as joyfully as I do if she saw you like this."
As Huo Suixin's smile faded, Yan Yan lowered her eyelids. When she lifted them again, her eyes sparkled with clarity. She squeezed the hand that was pinching her cheek and said earnestly, "Sui Xin is a Wonderful Person." The serious affirmation left Huo Suixin momentarily stunned.
Suddenly, a System announcement interrupted their thoughts.
System: "Congratulations to player 'East Wind Arrives' for slaying the Number One Boss in the novice village and becoming the first player to defeat a wild boss in the game. Reward: Permanent Attribute Point +1, 5 gold coins, novice village reputation, 'Village Guardian' medal."
System: "Congratulations to player 'East Wind Arrives' for slaying the Number One Boss in the novice village and becoming the first player to defeat a wild boss in the game. Reward: Permanent Attribute Point +1, 5 gold coins, novice village reputation, 'Village Guardian' medal."
System: "Congratulations to player 'East Wind Arrives' for slaying the Number One Bss in the novice village, becoming the first player to defeat a wild boss in the game. Reward Permanent Attribute Point1, 5 gold coins, and novice village reputation, 'Village Guardian' medal."
Even without the drops from Bss's death, just the 'Village Guardian' medal would allow for smooth passage in future towns.
Truly impressive, East Wind Arrives.
"Tsk— that guy really stole the spotlight," Huo Suixin murmured to herself, then looked up with a smile and said:
"Forget about that show-off; let's have a good chat."
Hearing her familiar tone, Yan Yan glanced at the completed arrows on the table, her fingertips stained with palm oil as she said:
"Senior Zhao is here to check our results."
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the previously closed wooden door swung open. Zhao Hunter stepped out and paused upon seeing the two of them getting along well. He then walked over with an expressionless face, inspecting their tasks. Upon seeing the neatly stacked firewood and the shiny oiled arrows, he nodded in satisfaction.
"You both did well. Next, take out your Longbow and use these arrows," he pointed at the freshly oiled arrows and then at the pile of firewood. "I want you to shoot at the firewood stack. Each piece of wood can only have five arrows stuck in it—no more, no less."
The long pieces of wood were cut very evenly, uniform in length and neatly stacked on the ground, resembling tightly packed Targets from a distance.
The two exchanged glances and quickly got into position, nocking their arrows and drawing their bows. The arrows flew through the air with a series of sharp "Whoosh" sounds.
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