NOVEL WEB Chapter 501: Farmer
Damon felt his eyes twitch. He had no idea how it got to this point, but the eccentric group of adventurers had made it across to the carriage he was on… now that small space had nine people on it.
"Sorry for the intrusion. It seems my friends are under the impression you're a like-minded person…"
Damon raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him.
His appearance was quite eye-catching — not in the sense that he was handsome… actually, he was, but that wasn't the point. His eyes were reflective, blank purple eyes. Though what actually caught Damon's attention about this person was his hair. It seemed to have no fixed color — constantly changing based on shifting light and a person's perception.
He had a lean build. Damon's attention was fixed on him due to his moniker.
Unnoticed Singularity.
He'd heard the name mentioned by Valarie — allegedly, an outsider who had once been an Old One.
Damon glanced at the pale skin and face of this young man — obviously a noble from his mannerisms.
Yeah… there's no way… must be a coincidence.
He had used his appraisal skill but only got question marks… on all of them. Not just this person.
He shook his head.
"I don't mind…"
"Hehe… who's going to bet we'd run into something trying to kill us soon?"
The voice came from Eivind Wimpy Waltson — or Wimpy, as he was called by his party. He was someone that gave Damon the impression of a fellow slum kid. He seemed to have a rare weapon.
Two magic guns strapped on his waist. Damon wondered how he even used them… these weren't the most efficient weapons.
'Except if he has the Gunner class… or a class in that category.'
"Oh my goddess… this is why you gamble all the time. What can I expect from a dirty orphan… you didn't have any parents to teach you common sense."
Damon took that one personally — but it seemed the others in this party didn't mind.
Naturally, this had come from… the androgynous-looking elf, Aleph Cantor. He wore a disgusted expression on his beautiful face — yes, beautiful. He looked almost like a woman.
Maybe he was more beautiful than most women.
He was an alleged orphan-hater… Damon could confirm that was true.
This guy, who looked like a woman, had no maternal instincts. He was definitely a man.
"Calm down, Aleph. Someone who always causes bandits to attack us due to his looks shouldn't say such words… be at balance… find peace…"
Damon had no idea what the hell that meant.
But seeing as this person was like a monk… he could understand the nonsense coming from his mouth.
He was a calm-looking man who carried a lantern. His name was Nathanael Ilukras.
"Why do we still have that child-hater in our party? Let's just beat the crap out of him and kick him out…"
The voice came from the moth-man… Dred. He was actually a lunar moth — his attribute was the moon — and for all was almost like a fairy in terms of appearance. Except he had a decent build, his eyes were pure white, and his skin smooth.
'And here I thought his kind were extinct…'
"Better than liking children…"
The arrogant voice came from Twilight. He stood at the edge of the carriage, giving off the desolate aura of a lone wolf. He had jet-black hair, ember-red eyes… and a distinct mole on his upper lip…
Damon's eyes twitched. There was something about this guy that reminded him of himself. He couldn't quite place it, but other than his appearance… his blade stuck out.
It was an artifact. Damon felt a mild urge to steal it just from its appearance.
It was a sword — something an assassin type would use. However, it was a single-blade sword. It had no guard — normally, swords of that design had a rain guard. This one did not. It just had fine black steel and runes on it…
There was also a short dagger sheathed on his waist.
Damon pulled back his shadow perception. Prying was rude — well, not that he cared.
The words of Twilight had thrown Dred into a furious defense of himself — causing them to bicker.
Twilight didn't offer a response. He just stared into the distance… as if… as if…
That was when it hit Damon why this guy's attitude was familiar.
'Ahh… I see… he's… he's an edge lord…'
He shivered slightly.
'Is this how I looked to people…?'
He took another look at him…
'Not gonna lie… he's kinda cool…'
He approved of this fellow contrarian.
The carriage they were on rocked and shook. Lena, who had been sitting close to Damon, hugged him to stay steady.
"That's enough… you guys always do this. That's why we're called Eccentrics everywhere we go…"
The last member of this strange party, Leon Saint, stood up — pushing Aleph away from Dred, mostly because they had been pulling each other's ears.
Veyne just held his head as if he had a headache — but he was just hiding his face.
Saint was a young man with golden hair and bright blue eyes. His presence could instantly disarm anyone…
He stood up on the moving carriage and bowed his head slightly.
"I apologize on behalf of my friends. They may be weird… but they're good people."
Lena nodded, holding Damon. He, on the other hand, didn't care.
He noticed they had no intention of leaving — so he decided to just say it.
"Great… you've introduced yourselves. You can leave now."
Slap
He was smacked on the back of the head by Lena.
Damon glanced at her. What audacity.
She glared at him.
"Be nice… they took the initiative… now it's your turn…"
He raised an eyebrow… this woman got comfortable with him too quickly…
'Is this the Leona Effect…?'
He made up some strange effect in his mind with no research or scientific basis.
He sighed deeply.
"Apology accepted. My name is Damon Grey…"
"Now… why the fuck are you here…?"
Lena glared at him… he narrowed his eyes.
"Please…" he added.
Saint smiled. It was a radiant and pure smile — as if the sun had just risen in a dark, dark world.
Then he said something Damon didn't even understand.
"Ahh… right. We're here because my friends think you're an Aura Farmer…"
Damon tilted his head — glancing at a confused Lena.
"Huh… a what…?"