The Hero in Exile

"Ah ha... so comfortable." Lingyu stretched after waking up. This was the most comfortable sleep she had had in recent times. The girl scratched her fluffy and messy hair and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock.

"Oh, wake up. You were sleeping so soundly that I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

"I've put breakfast next to you. Get up, wash up, and eat."

Lingyu subconsciously saw the breakfast placed aside based on the smell. Her IQ was not yet up after waking up, but she was very hungry after not eating for about half a day, so she subconsciously grabbed the bread.

"What are you doing?" Moran had noticed Lingyu's trance-like state, and tapped Lingyu's forehead with his middle finger.

"Ouch... it hurts."

Lingyu covered her forehead, where a red mark the size of a green bean had appeared.

"Can't you be gentler?"

Lingyu wanted to act fierce, but the pain in her brow made her sound a little tearful, and finally she became childish.

"Pfft, I'll definitely do that next time." Moran suppressed the corner of his mouth that was raised: "Hurry up and wash up and go to the Adventurer's Association later. It's nearby downstairs."

"It's here too?" Lingyu was now almost awake and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

"Yes, it just looks big but not very good."

"What are you saying?" Lingyu gargled and made an inarticulate sound.

Moran struggled to hear what was said clearly: "Instead of calling it the Adventurer's Association." Moran recalled the situation just now, which was full of muscular half-naked men, especially the front desk man with a philosophical look in his eyes. The professions were either tanks or warriors, and the main thing was that it was too eye-catching.

"You'll know in a moment." After careful consideration, Moran decided to let Lingyu go and see for herself later.

"Oh."

When she reached the door, Lingyu already knew what was going on inside. She asked why others were walking around here and why she could hear strange noises from a long distance away.

"Oh, my dear Mike, let me see your big pectoral muscles. Oh my God, your recent exercise has really paid off. Ah, they are so nice and hard."

"Thank you for the compliment, O'Jack, but I hope you won't keep touching my chest muscles. It's really itchy. If you do that again, I swear I will spank you hard with Jace's leather shoes."

This was just one part of the conversation. Just thinking about the scene inside was enough to give me goosebumps. Lingyu looked at Moran who was standing beside him. He also had his hands on the handle and didn't dare to open it. He wasn't so nervous when facing Shadow.

No, in a sense, the one inside is indeed more powerful than the shadow.

"Open?" Lingyu was already thinking of backing out.

When Moran heard Lingyu say that, he thought she had made sufficient mental preparations. He swallowed his saliva and wondered why he was so cowardly at this time.

The gate of hell was slowly being opened, and a scent full of male hormones filled the air. Of course, to the two of them, it was the smell of body odor and sweat. This smell made them feel nauseous, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so Lingyu had to pinch her nose and walked in, and Moran followed behind.

The originally noisy room suddenly became much quieter. Lingyu lowered her head and took a sneak peek, and found a group of muscular men looking at her and Moran.

Ah! What's wrong with these people? You are tall and your chest muscles are great, but you don't have to stare at them like that. Lingyu has tried his best to restrain himself from drawing the holy sword.

Moran felt bad too. When he passed by these people, he always heard them talking about telephone poles, being as thin as monkeys, and saying that he must look like a baboon like them.

Both of them were extremely unhappy but since it was someone else's territory they dared not say a word. It felt like a century had passed before they finally came to the front desk, and only at this time did these weirdos retract their gazes and go about their own business.

"Well, do you two need anything?" A weak voice came from the other side of the counter.

The man wearing small glasses, wiping a glass cup, wearing a high-necked tuxedo and looking a little thinner than an ordinary person should be the person in charge here.

"No need, it's just...you are the person in charge here." Moran found it a little unbelievable.

"No... that's right." The man stuttered nervously: "It's weird, it doesn't fit in here."

"That's not what I meant. It's good."

No, I'm so grateful that there is still a normal person here. Don't say you don't fit in. Coming here is like coming to the gym. The only thing missing is someone coming and saying, "Hey, brother, come and get a gym membership? It's cheaper if you package it for a year."