Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 123 Eve
At the farm gate, Mrs. Ersha's second son stared in disbelief.

"So there's a mage in this adventurer's party?"

That magic spell just now could probably shatter even the hardest rocks, right?
What makes you think you can attract such an elite team for a job that involves exterminating wild boars?

"Huhu."

The mission finally came to an end. After running around for half a day, Zellir and Gray lay down on the grass to rest, panting heavily.

"What's it like being a soldier?"

Gray tilted his head and asked Zellier.

"I'm exhausted. Being a mage is so much easier," Zeril sighed.

It's been a long time since I've experienced this primitive fighting style; it's much more convenient to use arcane missiles to clear the ground.

Luckily, I know magic.

Gray laughed loudly.

The task is complete; now it's just a matter of some simple wrap-up work.

Marcus's team didn't bother to move the wild boar carcass.

These guys are fierce and violent when they're alive, but their meat is quite tasty after they die, and can be sold for a good price.

There were originally five wild boars, but after Zeril destroyed one with his Arcane Missiles, only four remained.

Marcus's squad sold them to Lady Ersha on the spot for ten silver coins each.

Mrs. Ersha was happy to buy it back, as it saved her the trouble of making another trip to town to buy meat.

If we take this wild boar meat back and smoke it over firewood to make jerky, it will be enough for a family to eat comfortably for a whole winter.

After handing over the boar eradication mission to the Adventurers' Guild, I casually divided the dozen or so silver coins that were the mission reward, and night had already fallen.

Zellil declined Gray and the others' invitation to drink at the Drunken Boar Tavern and returned to the Nightflower Inn alone.

Although today's task was just a regular one, the intense pig-catching activity that afternoon had taken a toll on his energy, leaving him extremely hungry.

Mrs. De Jane is on duty now.

"A serving of beef shank in red wine sauce."

Zellier took the menu and looked at it. "And another tomato soup, please."

"Ok."

Mrs. Dejian smiled. "You must be exhausted after a busy day. Please wait a moment, the food will be here shortly."

Zellier sat down in his usual window seat, and soon a sumptuous dinner was served.

Suddenly, a strand of brown curly hair, smelling of lavender, peeked out from beside him.

"Hey!"

"Oh, it's Oro. You're off work?" Zellier turned around, saw her, and greeted her with a smile.

“Yes.” Auro seemed to be in a good mood today, and winked playfully.

"Want something to eat?" Zellier politely invited Oro.

"No need, I already ate in the kitchen."

Although Auro refused, she still straightened her skirt and sat down in the chair opposite Zelier.

"You seem to be very busy lately. You always look exhausted when you come home every night."

Auro's gaze fell on the brand-new longsword at Zelier's waist. "Even his weapon is new."

"Training swordsmanship, you know."

Zellier cut off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, chewing the food in a muffled and indistinct way.

"And you, don't you ever go out for a stroll in your free time?"

"I'm already tired of walking around here. The town is so small, you could walk around it with your eyes closed. There's nothing to see."

Auro rested her chin on her hands and pouted listlessly.

But then her eyes lit up and her expression became lively again.

"But... tomorrow is the annual autumn harvest festival, and I heard it will be much more fun this year than in previous years!"

“Oh.” Zellier nodded thoughtfully.

Autumn Harvest Festival
Following the Autumn Harvest Festival, the guild's monster hunting event will begin soon.

Time really flies...

Seeing Zell's absent-minded expression, Auro decided to give him a proper lesson.

"Let me tell you, the Autumn Harvest Festival is the most exciting day of the year in Blackrock Town!"

"At that time, not only the residents of the town, but also farmers and hunters from all the nearby villages will come here, and the streets will be filled with all kinds of stalls."

"There's bread made from freshly baked wheat, sprinkled with icing sugar. There are also dwarf merchants selling honeyed ale from wooden barrels. And there's a bard's contest, with a large reward for the winner!"

Auro became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she were already in the midst of a celebration.

"The entire night market street will be incredibly lively, with people partying until midnight. Most importantly, I heard there's a massive fireworks show performed by the Magicians' Guild this year!"

Zellir was preoccupied with the upcoming monster hunt and pondering what preparations he still needed to make.

So he subconsciously nodded in agreement to whatever Auro said.

"Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"There will definitely be a lot of people then."

"correct."

"So you have to get there early to get a good spot."

"That's it."

"so……"

Auro suddenly winked mischievously and leaned forward slightly.

"Would you like to come with me to the autumn harvest festival tomorrow?"

“Okay.” Zellier agreed without even thinking.

Several seconds later, Zellier, lost in his own thoughts, finally came to his senses.

Wait... what did I just promise?
"Ok?"

Zellier looked up and met Auro's bright eyes, which seemed to have succeeded in her scheme.

……

The next morning.

Zellier opened the window, and a cool autumn breeze swept in, making him shiver.

He looked down at himself and saw that he was still wearing that thin linen shirt.

After a night of autumn rain, the weather turned cool, and it was time to buy some new, warm clothes.

After going downstairs, perhaps because Auro was on leave, another girl was on duty at the front desk. She nodded gently to Zelier.

Today is the Blackrock Harvest Festival, a festival whose origins can be traced back thousands of years.

Generally speaking, it is an ancient custom to express gratitude for the gifts of the land and nature and to pray for favorable weather in the coming year.

After a long evolution, it has now become the grandest folk festival in this region, symbolizing the joy after hard work and the beautiful expectations for the future.

As Zell walked down the street, he was immediately surrounded by the bustling scene before him.

Every lamppost and eave on the street was carefully decorated, with many exquisite ornaments hanging underneath.

It resembles golden ears of wheat, red maple leaves, and trinkets woven from colorful strips of cloth.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of toast and fruit wine, and the joyful atmosphere of celebrating the harvest was infectious.

Golden leaves rustled overhead and landed on Zellir's shoulders.

Witnessing all the changes, Zellier was surprised to realize that the surrounding environment had quietly changed so much.

I rarely pay attention to these little details in my daily life.

(End of this chapter)