Chapter 299 Rome Stories February 20 New Share
Before heading down into the mines, Leon first had to feed the chickens.
He pulled a sailor’s cap out of the chest and put it on. Immediately, it felt as if a protective barrier had been cast around him—every raindrop bounced away the moment it neared, not a single drop soaking his clothes. The sailor’s cap was far more comfortable than a raincoat; it didn’t feel stuffy or hot at all.
Rain boots, however, were still a must. Without them, the muddy ground would teach you all about the meaning of “sticky.”
Because of the rain, all the little chicks were huddled inside the coop. After scattering a few handfuls of grain, Leon gave each one a gentle pat. He wasn’t sure if that would actually increase their affection and help them lay higher-quality eggs in the future, but there was no harm in trying.
Unfortunately, these chickens wouldn’t eat hay. Leon had tried laying out some of the hay he’d collected, but they hadn’t shown the slightest interest.
Once the chicken coop chores were done, Leon braved the rain toward the mines. But before going in, he made a quick detour to the wooden bridge at the center of the mountain lake. He pulled out his fishing rod and cast it toward the obvious sunken log in the water.
He wanted to take advantage of the “first three fish of the day” bonus—fast bites and no escapes—to try for the Spring Fish King.
Sadly, his three attempts yielded one largemouth bass and two shad. With those chances used up, he packed away his rod and entered the mines, taking the elevator straight to the 35th floor.
Mining while staying wary of Stone Golem ambushes, Leon pushed on through wind and rain until he reached the 40th floor. The moment he stepped off the ladder, a bone-chilling wind swept over him.