Chapter 11 A New and Interesting Experience

Hao Ren and his group were very happy to have given themselves a proper burial (no mistake), and they all said it was a novel and interesting experience—at least Lily and Nangong Wuyue thought it was quite interesting. Afterwards, Hao Ren looked at the solemn obsidian monuments and muttered to Ofra, "Actually, I don't think we should put our monuments with these people's, it's not appropriate."

Ofra immediately misunderstood, "But this is already the highest standard of commemoration allowed by tradition, second only to the Pope and the King..."

"That's not what I meant," Hao Ren pointed to the stone tablets with busts of figures next to him, the closest of which was a sculpture of Gerton the Parish Priest, "These are the real heroes who died in the Beinz region. They deserve this honor, but the few of us... the few of us are still alive and well, and I don't think I'm qualified to be on a par with them. It makes me feel a bit... sorry for them."

Ofra looked at Hao Ren in surprise, and after a long while, a strange smile appeared on her face: "I really didn't expect you to say that. People like you are rare. Isn't it good to be praised by the world?"

"I don't lack that," Hao Ren shrugged. "I just feel weird about false advertising."

"You saved a lot of people, even the world. Maybe you feel that this is a matter of course, and a piece of cake for you, but the survivors can't think so. Everyone must express gratitude," Ofra smiled. "This has nothing to do with you. It is a matter for those of us who survived by luck. And in any case... people must learn to commemorate heroes. What we commemorate is not the truth of the heroes, but the image of the heroes."

Hao Ren curled his lips and glanced at Lily and Vivian, who were squatting side by side on the ground burning paper money for themselves: "Although the image of the heroes isn't that great either."

Ofra was slightly stunned and turned her head stiffly, "Let's not waste too much time here, there are new worshippers coming in."

A small team of citizens wearing brown capes walked from behind. They looked at Hao Ren and others curiously, then placed the flowers in their hands in front of the monuments of Gerton the Parish Priest and Nangong Wuyue, and bowed their heads in silent prayer. A little boy curiously tugged on the clothes of a priest next to him: "Sir, sir, have these people gone to the Goddess?"

"Yes, they have been summoned by the Goddess and are enjoying eternal peace in heaven," the priest leading the team bent down and pointed to Hao Ren's sculpture. "These are all heroes. Although their bodies were not found in the battle against the evil god, their spirit is far more immortal than their flesh..."

Hao Ren turned green and pulled Lily and Vivian up with all his might: "Let's go, I'm going to get depressed if I stay here any longer."

The group returned to Becky's manor, where servants assigned by the royal family were cleaning the corridor in front of the main house. Ofra nodded to Becky: "These servants are directly supported by the royal family. In addition, someone will take care of your fief as a viscount and various income. Basically, you just have to sit and enjoy it. His Majesty the King knows your situation. It's very troublesome to be a proper noble, and you probably won't get used to it for a long time, so leave everything to the stewards and advisors assigned to you by the royal family. You can directly consult them if you have any questions, or come to me—I'm happy to chat with my 'colleagues', but only if I have time."

Becky didn't react much when she heard the first few sentences, but when she heard the last sentence, she jumped up happily: "Really?! Oh, Your Excellency Ofra, I'm so embarrassed, you're so busy, how can I... Are you free today? Are you free tomorrow? Are you free the day after tomorrow? Or..."

Hao Ren grabbed this female marshal fangirl, who might even have questionable sexual orientation, "Calm down. Instead of this, you should read the booklet of noble etiquette that was given to you. I heard that you have to learn how to attend high society banquets within a month. With your current unkempt appearance, it would be difficult for you to learn it in a year. You can't brag at royal banquets like you do in taverns, holding a bucket of ale and squatting on a chair to chat..."

Becky finally calmed down when she heard the problem that gave her the biggest headache. She thought about it with a cold sweat, then turned her head to look at her new manor and those servants wearing stylish double-breasted long uniforms. She touched her hair embarrassedly: "Why do I feel so unreal?"

"This is all real," Ofra smiled. "Learn to adapt to this kind of life. It's not easy to go from being a mercenary to a noble. You have to change a lot of 'bad habits'. The rigid rules of those big shots are piled up like a mountain, and they are definitely no less stressful than challenging the 'evil god'."

Becky stuck out her tongue and looked at Hao Ren, muttering, "My achievement in challenging the evil god was still achieved by someone else using a high-level account to carry me..."

Ofra didn't understand, but just smiled, raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A servant immediately stepped forward and handed her the reins: "Then I'll go back first. Enjoy your new home today, and then, as we discussed before, Archbishop Auburn and I will come to you tomorrow, and we will go to the seal of the Eldest."

After Ofra finished speaking, she turned her horse around smartly and left, leaving Becky looking at the back of the female marshal with a look of infatuation: "So handsome... No, I have to go back and dress myself up. I can't continue wearing this old outfit when I meet Your Excellency Ofra tomorrow."

"That's tomorrow's business," Hao Ren patted Becky on the shoulder, letting this infatuated fan come back to her senses, "Before that... go to the basement, find a safe place, and let's set up the teleporter."

The Kingdom of Holleta occupies the most fertile land on the continent, with a long history of farming. The people of this land have been skilled at storing large amounts of grain underground for a long time. This habit has influenced the kingdom's architectural craftsmanship, and the houses of the locals always have large and ingeniously designed basements. Becky's new manor is a typical Holleta mansion, and beneath the magnificent three-story main house, the basement has two entire floors.

Almost a small underground fortress.

Becky was not very familiar with her new home, and finally found the way under the guidance of a servant. The senior servant, with his short light gray hair and calm and experienced temperament, respectfully led the group to the entrance of the basement, obviously wanting to leave a good impression on his new master: "Madam, this is the cellar. I'll lead the way for you..."

Becky was stunned for a moment before realizing that "Madam" was referring to her, and quickly waved her hand: "No, no, we have private matters to attend to. Oh, by the way, let me tell you, the bottom floor of the basement will be a forbidden area from now on. No one is allowed to go down there without my permission."

The senior servant nodded and retreated. After Becky and the others walked away, she couldn't help but start acting crazy, "Madam, madam, I'm a rich woman from today! I have no regrets in this life!"

"Alright, look at your pathetic appearance." Nangong Wuyue couldn't stand her appearance anymore, and snorted before stepping down.

The underground structure was simple, and soon Hao Ren and his group arrived at the wine cellar on the bottom floor. Becky was stunned as soon as she got here. She stared blankly at the glass bottles arranged on the wooden shelves and the oak barrels in the corner, as well as the silver slender-necked urns placed on the stone platforms. These containers reflected fascinating colors under the bright light of the magic glowstones, and the entire cellar was filled with the aroma of wine.

This was also part of the award.

Becky sniffed hard: "Hiss... this... this is heaven! I've never seen so much good wine in my life! Holy... Holleta mead! Fiery wine from Kule Province, still in a crystal bottle in the collector's edition! Look at this, a whole barrel of Southern Barley Wine, a whole barrel! It's enough to buy my usual little tavern entirely, and these silver urns, Imperial Edelweiss Wine, only the town chief's family in Lunbell has two small bottles hidden away, and I have six whole big jars here! Hiss..."

Becky lay happily on the ground, sniffing hard, her voice ethereal as if floating from the other side of the Sanzu River: "This is really a good place, good enough for me to die here directly."

Hao Ren took out the teleportation device from his portable space, and while directing the autonomous machines to install it in the corner of the wine cellar, he raised his eyes and looked at Becky: "I didn't realize you were such a drunkard."

"Nonsense, how can a mercenary leave this thing? Alcohol emboldens cowards. The first time I received the task of clearing bandits, I successfully knocked down the two sentries at the entrance with half a pound of dwarven shochu."

Lily felt that something was wrong when she heard this: "Why did you knock down the sentries? Weren't you fighting bandits?"

"Damn it, I drank too much and hit the wrong people," Becky rolled over and got up. "I was imprisoned for two months for this."

"Okay, stop showing off your glorious history," Hao Ren clapped his hands. "The teleportation device is installed. From now on, your place is the Holleta teleportation station of the Time Administration. The default direct route is to Alamanda City on the planet Tanagus. Take care of this thing. Of course, it doesn't matter much if you don't take care of it. The teleporter is encrypted, and no one else can use it."

Becky looked at the silver-white device that was flickering slightly, and the excitement finally faded. She said, "Oh, that's right. You're going back to Earth later, so you're leaving me here to watch the place."