Chapter 181 – Interlude-Yurpa
= Aigoo…….=
= Lady. Black.=
=Because of the fucking craverles… An innocent girl at a young age…… !=
The 10-lane round-trip central thoroughfare known as Farkhist’s No. 1, a central thoroughfare that circles the city, was lined with thousands of people.
If it were another ordinary city, it would have been said that it was a bit excessive to create a procession of this size for the death of a noble family who was less than 20 years old, even if it was an accident of death of a family member of the castle lord.
If the lord of the castle had low popularity, he even looked at it unfavorably.
However, the citizens of Farkhist put off their livelihoods and came out voluntarily in gray-white clothes, shedding tears as they followed the lead truck.
Jonah = Aslid = Farhist.
The current lord of the castle, Fenri = Justio = the third daughter of a Farhist family, an idol and an idol-like being from the Farhist poor.
A good-natured, kind, gentle, and even moral girl, since she was 7 years old, she has not hesitated to reach out to people who are having a hard time or needing help.
The reason Jonah reached out to her in the first place was relatively common.
She saw a child lying on the side of the road on her way back from watching an opera by a famous opera troupe who had visited the city with her parents.
If you ask why, this answer will come back.
= I’m just sorry…….=
However, the result of that impulse was an opportunity for Jonah to break through her 7-year-old common sense.
Why can’t those people eat?
Why are those people sick but not being treated?
Why are those people wearing thin clothes when it’s cold?
Why do those people not study and only work…… ?
Jonah took an escort and an attendant and wandered around every corner of Parchist, which she thought was our bright and beautiful city.
People who can’t die, leading their injured bodies in a musty, sunny corner.
Children looking for something to eat in a mountain of food waste that can only be called filth.
People who want to work but can’t find work anywhere because of their scruffy appearance and live as tramps.
Jonah, who was good and kind by her nature, began to save people in need and sick by using all the pocket money she had saved up from her shocking sight, and the pocket money she received from her beloved father and mother.
With fern-like hands, she began to lift people who wanted to change their lives but could not climb through the glass ceiling due to a trivial opportunity or help.
At first, they were people who thought it was an aberration from the children of wealthy noble families.
However, as the act continued for a day, a month, and a year, people’s gaze began to change.
Then the change took place dramatically.
I want to help people in need, but I think, ‘How can I help so many people…….’ With this thought, I made people who had only been watching come forward, and with the thought ‘What am I doing as an adult when a child is struggling like that?’, People started to help people with their bodies, even though they had no money.
Some people who were somewhat hard-hearted were accused of doing nothing, but there were more small but good-hearted people who helped Jonah.
As such good deeds and slogans continued and even responded, the lord of the castle began to show interest.
Things that I thought were rubbish, without effort and willpower, started to transform into usable manpower after surprisingly giving a small amount of help.
Labor is money.
Seongju, who is well aware of this, began to help people in need in her family by using her third daughter, who had already gained great popularity, as an external mascot.
The outstretched helping hand was no big deal. It was a time when manpower was needed due to the clearing of large-scale fields and the formation of livestock farming areas, so the average city minimum wage was set and large-scale recruitment was carried out.
The effect was great.
It was noticeable that people who used to live like beggars started to live like people little by little as they got money.
Seongju spurred on the support. He listed those who struggled to live on the recruitment guidelines, and proceeded to clean up and beautify the slums by taking some of the profits generated through land reclamation and zone formation.
Employing the poor for such environmental beautification work doubled the effect.
The poor became decent citizens, and the slums in the city, which were undesirable, gradually disappeared. The city’s finances are not noticeable, but they have been transformed into a stable foundation.
All of this was a virtuous cycle created by a girl who was only about 7 years old.
And to the citizens who have seen the good girl who created this virtuous cycle for 13 years, especially those from the slums, the death of Jonah = Aslid = Farghist, who is no different from a goddess, gave a shock as if the sky collapsed.
Although the seeds of dissonance and anxiety were spreading widely around her death, people voluntarily participated in the carrying procession, grieving and mourning the death of the young lady they adored and respected.
To be angry is to be angry, and right now it’s important to mourn for the dead lady.
When the procession went around 1/5 of the central road, the number approached 5,000, and it did not decrease, but rather continued to increase as time passed.
It was around that time that Yurpa arrived on the witch’s flying broomstick.
=What is this?=
After arranging the foundations of Katun Village, Jurpa returned to Far Heist in pursuit of him.
The line is also long. Did the lord even die?
Yurpa, who was wearing a white witch’s hat to avoid being found out, listened to the person next to her who was wiping away tears with a handkerchief, and opened her lips, which had gone from white to slightly gray in bewilderment.
If it’s Yona, she’s a good girl from the castle lord’s clan. But that girl is dead? In the labyrinth? What happened?
Yurp is not well understood. If she was a young lady like Yona, she would always have been guarded by 5th and 6th grade escorts, but she had no idea how that happened.
‘Well, being pitiful means being pitiful.’
Where will my lover be?
It was a yurpa that was more important to find the Hwanin than the death of Jonah.
Although all she knew was Nim’s appearance, Yurupa, knowing well that such an appearance was rare in this world, thought it was only a matter of time before she found him.
A race with less body hair, like the Fleurs. He has a handsome manly appearance.
Are you around 180 cm tall? Black hair, black eyebrows and black eyes. He has round ears and is in his mid-20s.
It was Yurppa who assured that if there was a clue like this, he would be able to find it in a day or two by requesting it to the tracker clan or the hunter guild.
=My dear sweetheart, Yurpa will be leaving, so please wait a little longer~.=
Hiding her now obviously gray hair with a white witch’s hat, Yurfa hummed his hum as she headed to her sister’s shop, a southern Farghist acquaintance.
How is Sharanan’s older sister doing? She was caught cheating on a man and she got divorced, she heard…… If it’s her sister, she’ll be fine. She wants to hear the latest news and she needs to be taken care of for a few days.
