Chapter 130: He’s a Really Nice Person
Once Leon confirmed that Marlon wasn’t joking and that there really was a special channel for daily fortune-telling, he finally felt relieved.
So it wasn’t that he had terrible luck—it was the elves messing with him. Three Prismatic Geodes yielding two stones and a lump of clay? Definitely the elves’ fault. Yes, that had to be the truth.
At least, that’s what Leon told himself for comfort.
He wasn’t sure whether the “elves” Welwick mentioned were the Junimos he knew or some other kind of fairy, but he made a mental note of this special TV program and added it to his must-watch-every-morning list.
He lingered for a bit to watch the local news, but aside from a few petty neighborhood stories, there was nothing major. There was no mention at all of the Fanjier Republic’s war with the Gotro Empire. Leon couldn’t tell if it was because the Republic was completely overpowering the Empire, making the news unworthy of mention, or if they had suffered setbacks and were keeping it quiet to maintain morale.
He leaned toward the first explanation. After all, Jodi’s husband was a soldier in this very war. In the game, he returned in the spring of the second year with only some minor post-war trauma and no serious injuries. That meant the front lines probably weren’t under severe pressure.
After turning off the TV, Leon began thinking about dinner. He remembered the bread he’d prepared for his trip to the mines last time—still untouched. He pulled it out, sliced it thin with a kitchen knife, and pan-fried it in a bit of oil. That would do for a simple meal.
The crispy bread reminded him of fried mantou slices—both made from wheat flour. Fried bread was drier and crumblier, but still edible. And Leon hated wasting food, so he polished off the whole batch.
Full and satisfied, he took a shower, washed his clothes, and changed into fresh socks and shoes.