Chapter 202

Chapter 204: The Stalled “Delivery” Process

‘These are less clothes and more like strips of fabric meant to barely cover the body.’

Izay, led by the little angel, entered the Amazon Clothing Store, gazing at a row of outfits nearby and suddenly had an epiphany.

It was his first time in an Amazonian clothing store, but Izay felt no restraint, treating it as if he were browsing an underwear shop.

Ignoring the odd glances from passing women around him, Izay leisurely scanned various types of lingerie—no, outfits—with an artistic gaze.

As for whether it was inappropriate for a grown man to be shopping here…

That didn’t exist in Izay’s mind; he paid no attention to such things.

As they say, as long as you’re not embarrassed, those who feel awkward won’t be you.

Was there something wrong with him casually strolling and buying clothes?

From a logical standpoint, there wasn’t!

That’s right.

Not only did Izay want to look, but he also wanted to buy!

And what would he use them for…

Please reconsider the statements above!

The lace-style dresses and semi-transparent dancer skirts inside the store all seemed pretty good to him.

“This covering…it’s huge! But Lady Artemis has a more petite figure, so this might not be suitable…”

“This one looks fitting, but there’s just too little fabric. If I bought it, I’d probably get beaten up when I return…”

“The dancer skirt seems nice. Though it’s semi-transparent, it covers more areas, which might offer some psychological comfort.”

Up close observation of these uniquely feminine charms and scenic views could be likened to standing before a peach grove, with you merely steps away.

If another man came alone, faced with the strange glances and whispers from passersby, it would undoubtedly be a major social death scene.

But fortunately, Izay wasn’t alone; he had teammates.

This was why he was standing here now.

A short distance away from Izay, beside a row of clothing racks, four girls were chatting and discussing their outfit choices.

During this time, the four of them were fully engrossed in their conversation, completely unaware of Izay’s muttering earlier.

Or rather, precisely because he noticed that the four hadn’t paid attention to him, Izay felt free to mutter to himself.

After all, he could ignore strangers’ opinions, but familiar faces were another matter entirely.

Facing the two already blushing slightly—Ais and Refia, whose cheeks were nearly red as fire—they exchanged glances as Tiona and Tione called over a shop assistant to fetch actual samples.

Tiona and Tione wanted to introduce this trend to Ais and Refia, but the latter two seemed quite resistant.

Izay shared somewhat similar thoughts but decided to mull over the feasibility of the idea first before pushing it further—lest he spend an entire week unable to sleep in peace.

If that happened, it would be like missing out on both the sesame seeds and the watermelon.

Cry now…

…

While Izay enjoyed yet another day of his routine,

Outside Orario, near a coastal port city.

“The Guild has updated their information… Izay has reached Level 4.”

Before them stretched a vast brackish lake with many large ships docked at the port, bustling with crowds of people.

A golden-haired god sat on the edge of a wall near the port, legs dangling mid-air, showing a perfect pretty-boy smile as he held the latest Adventurer’s Guild notice.

He lightly tapped the feather-trimmed travel hat on his head. “In that case, it’s about time…”

To send the “goods” back to Orario.

The golden-haired god added mentally.

“Are you thinking of another mischievous plan? If possible, I wish you’d tone down your ‘pleasurable’ intentions.”

Behind him, a girl with wavy light blue hair and a pure white cloak noticed her deity’s smile and couldn’t help but feel a stomachache coming on.

Every time the deity smiled like this, nothing good ever happened. And inevitably, she ended up cleaning up the mess afterward.

“This time, you’ve really misunderstood me, Asfi. I don’t have any bad intentions at all~ I swear.”

The golden-haired god, Hermes, put on an expression that looked almost like a bitter smile as he explained. Heaven forbid, he had no pleasurable thoughts this time; he was truly being misunderstood.

However, in response to his words, the girl pushed her silver-rimmed glasses up, her face practically screaming “I don’t believe you.”

Perhaps what he said was true, but after being tricked by Hermes so many times, it was hard for Asfi to immediately trust his words.

“If that’s the case, can you explain why we’ve been resting here for several days when we’re not far from the port city of Merun? It’s just a few days’ journey by boat, and Orario is practically within arm’s reach. Why have we stopped here?”

This was “abnormal.”

From Asfi’s understanding, Hermes’s actions could only be described as “abnormal.”

Their Familial Group/Faction served partly as “delivery people.”

They accepted commissions from other factions to transport specialties (goods) not found in Orario from outside cities to other factions within Orario.

Now, during the delivery process, they were so close to their destination.

Why had the deity Hermes chosen to halt the delivery process at this moment?

Unless he was plotting something mischievous, Asfi couldn’t think of any other possibility.

“You’re asking about that…” Hearing the question from his faction member, Hermes scratched his head slightly. “Maybe it’s to delay time?”

“Delay time? What do you mean?” Asfi tilted her head in confusion.

“Isn’t it obvious? There was a full moon a few days ago. The omens weren’t good for returning then.”

“Can you please stop trying to evade my questions with fake astronomical knowledge?”

“That hurts, Asfi. I’m explaining this very seriously to you.”

“If you could tone down that smile while saying this, I might actually believe you.”

“Ahhaha…”

Besides, there’s never been a case where a full moon symbolized ill omens.

Do you think this is a fairy tale where werewolves eat children?

The deity and his faction member chatted idly about unrelated topics.

After a while, Asfi sighed as if accepting her fate. “Alright, let’s leave it at that. Were you planning to return just now? If so, I’ll go inform the others to prepare to leave.”

“Oh, yes indeed~ Thank you, Asfi. You’re truly my proudest child!”

“Sigh…”