Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1324 - 110 Translation

"Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle." Several skeletons made eerie sounds while sizing up the peculiar group of visitors through the barricades—or rather, visitors who, to them, appeared quite odd. Behind them, a few more skeletons emerged, beginning to move the barricades. Compared to those skeletons that communicated with each other like living creatures, the ones moving the barricades seemed more like true Undead, stiff in their movements and dull in reaction. Aside from not engaging in the active aggression typical of the living, they were almost indistinguishable from the Undead that everyone had encountered before. From their behavior, one could surmise that not all the Undead possessed Divine Wisdom, and a portion of those that did were controlling a large number of mindless skeletons, functioning much like officers and soldiers in a military unit.

"Rattle, rattle." The barricades were parted, revealing a narrow passage. The foremost tall skeleton moved its jaw, leaning forward slightly as it gestured with its right hand bone toward the interior of the camp, making an inviting gesture. If one ignored his overly slender frame and the clattering sound of his bones colliding, he could pass for a thoroughly polite gentleman, maintaining a sense of Elegance even in a hostile situation, showing courteous etiquette to the enemy.

"Thank you, you’ve worked hard." Surprised by the tall skeleton’s proper etiquette, Catherine instinctively nodded in thanks to the pure Undead who had moved the barricades. To the knightly girl, whether the others understood was their problem, but to express gratitude or not was a matter of her own manners, even if the others were merely controlled puppets. Her thanks went to them, and also to the one controlling them.

The chivalrous skeleton seemed very pleased that the knightly girl didn’t treat his kind with the prejudiced attitude she had anticipated. The Soul Fire flickering in his eye sockets became much more frequent. After everyone entered through the barricades, he straightened up and approached the knightly girl, his jaw rattling excitedly as if he were saying something with great enthusiasm.

"I’m very sorry, but I don’t understand what you are saying," Catherine said with an apologetic smile, right fist striking her breastplate as she bent forward in a bow. "Nevertheless, I’m honored to meet you. I am Catherine from the Nellie adventure team, these are my partners and family. I hope our presumptuous visit has not caused too much trouble for you."

"Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle." The tall skeleton brought its hands down to the front ribs, leaning forward—it seemed to be a bow. Catherine searched her memory extensively but was unable to recall any race or nation that recognized such a gesture, so she simply responded with a polite smile.

"These Undead date back to at least the end of the Third Epoch; their etiquettes are very different from those in the Fourth Epoch, so it’s normal that you don’t recognize them," Pannis whispered to Catherine. "Besides, it doesn’t matter if we don’t understand them; we have translators, don’t we?"

"Right!" Catherine’s eyes lit up. With Annie and Little Deer present, even if the language of the two eras was not compatible, Little Deer had mentioned that the skeletons couldn’t speak, so their communication relied on the interaction between Soul Fires, and the "rattle, rattle" from their mouths was merely a subconscious reaction. She turned abruptly, excited to suggest, "Maybe the two of them can... pfft, hahaha, what are you two doing?"

When Catherine turned around, she first saw a big mouth, followed by small white bones acting as hands, pulling on the corners of the mouth. Behind her, Pannis stood with a helpless look on his face as Little Deer, perched on his shoulder, used both hands to tug at Pannis’s mouth corners, opening his mouth and laughing foolishly. The lightest of them all, Annie floated leisurely on Little Deer’s shoulders, tossing Little Deer’s giggling skull back and forth as if playing catch. As a result, the three fools stacked up looked as tall as two people.

"You guys, hahahaha, how can you still be playing like this over here?" The knightly girl took a quick glance at the tall skeleton to make sure he hadn’t gone mad from their behavior. She then barely held back her laughter as she approached, picked up the little skeleton, and seizing the skull from Annie, scolded, "You rascal, don’t cause trouble out of turn. Stay put now, or prepare for a beating."

"Hehe, I know." Little Deer said while hugging her own head, giggling, "Sister Catherine, forgive me, please don’t hit me, I won’t dare do it again."

"I’m already tired of hearing that," Catherine said with a glare at the little rascal, and after smacking the giggling Annie on the butt a few times, she took the hands of the two little dummies and walked up to the towering skeleton, clearing her throat before apologizing, "I’m really sorry, sir, these two children are a bit too lively, I hope you don’t mind."

"Rattle, rattle." One couldn’t discern any expression from the skull, but it was apparent that he wasn’t angry, in fact, he seemed rather happy—the sound of his jaw rattling was even a bit cheerier. freēwēbnovel.com

"He says his name is Torum, or at least that’s the name he feels most familiar with," explained Little Deer, calming down at last under Catherine’s guidance, and honestly began to take on the role of translator, "Actually, he doesn’t remember either, it’s just that he feels most at home with that name, so that’s what he calls himself."

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Torum," Catherine nodded, understanding that the long slumber probably caused the loss of most of his memories. Thus, she didn’t pursue the issue of names and memories any further to avoid upsetting him. Instead, she simply smiled and said, "Thank you for having us, and I hope you don’t mind our sudden visit."

"No, you are guests recognized by the master, and we welcome your arrival," Torum said through Little Deer’s translation, "Besides, we wouldn’t mind. Or more precisely, seeing you actually fills us with joy. We never imagined that there would be people like you in the outside world, who are so friendly to our kind—it’s really unexpected."

"Oh?" Catherine said in surprise, "You know about the outside situation too?"

"We didn’t understand it before, and it was only through some of the Oracle’s acclamations that we came to know that the hometown present in our few remaining memories is the outside world," Torum explained, moving his smooth skull, "However, for a while now, maybe starting a few years back, sometimes information from the outside world would come to us. From that information, we learned that the outside world is very unfriendly to us. Everyone wants to kill us—it’s truly frightful. But, after meeting you, I feel that we might have been deceived. The people outside aren’t that scary after all."

"Um, I think, well, maybe, just maybe, the people outside really are quite fearsome, and we’re just exceptions," Catherine hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell the truth, "Also, you just mentioned a few years ago? Have you guys been awake for a long time?"