Chapter 28: First Meeting with Oscar.
A carriage slowly made its way through the outskirts of Soto City.
Over ten days ago, near the end of the year at the academy, something seemed to have happened, leading to the cancellation of the freshman competition and an early holiday for all students.
Xuan Mo, though curious, didn't say much.
He had originally planned to test his abilities at the freshman competition, but plans couldn't keep up.
Later, Jin Sanqian, unbeknownst to him, had gotten a rumour that a riot had occurred in the academy's Soul Hunting Forest, with the appearance of several ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts. This was the reason for the situation.
Xuan Mo, upon hearing this, merely smiled.
Now, looking at the familiar scenes before him, Xuan Mo couldn't help but sigh.
He remembered that he hadn't been back home for nearly a year, and he didn't know how his parents and Uncle Flanders were doing. He missed them a little.
The carriage continued its journey until it reached the gates of Soto City, where Xuan Mo slowly stopped and began walking.
Xuan Mo was walking down the street toward Tianranju when a soft, slightly childish voice rang out in his ears.
"Sausages for sale! Sausages for sale. Take a look, take a look, don't miss them if you're passing by. Oscar brand sausages, delicious and sweet. Affordable and generous. Only five coppers a piece. Oscar brand sausages..."
"Oh! That hawking sounded familiar."
Xuan Mo turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw a young man, about seven or eight years old, pushing a cart not far away, hawking his wares.
Suddenly, the aroma of meat wafted from the cart, and quite a few people walked by, though few were buying.
"It's him, Big Sausage Uncle, Oscar." He looked at the young man standing behind the cart. He was dressed in a simple gray shirt, had neat short hair, and a pair of large, peach-shaped eyes on his delicate, childish face. The soft, female voice came from this young man.
"Looks like he's already joined Shrek Academy,"
Xuan Mo muttered. "He smells pretty good. Since we've already met, let's go buy some sausage and try it."
With that, he headed towards the cart.
As for Oscar's soul spells when making sausages, to a true foodie, there's no such thing as disgusting or not.
As he got closer, he could see a wooden board on Oscar's cart, inscribed with the words: "Sausage Specialty."
After waiting in line for less than three breaths, it was Xuan Mo's turn.
As soon as Oscar saw someone approaching, a young man about his own age, he immediately said enthusiastically, "Want a sausage? Oscar brand sausages, honest to all. The taste is guaranteed."
Xuan Mo's lips curled up slightly when he heard this. "Try one first. If it tastes good, I'll buy all yours."
"Okay!"
Oscar quickly picked up a bamboo skewer from his cart, threaded a ten-centimeter-long sausage onto it, and handed it to Xuan Mo. The sausage had been roasting on the charcoal brazier on the cart, emitting a rich aroma.
Xuan Mo took the sausage and took a bite. Instantly, a warm current flowed through his body, and he couldn't help but feel comfortable.
"Hey, brother, pack up all the sausages you roasted for me. I want them all."
"Okay!"
Oscar was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly packed up the sausages, a total of twenty, and handed them to Xuan Mo.
After Xuan Mo took the sausage, he took out a gold coin and handed it to Oscar, then said something that puzzled Oscar, "My brother, I think we will meet again."
After that, he walked towards home with a sausage in his mouth.
...
After returning to Tianranju, Xuan Mo did not disturb anyone, but walked up to the second floor alone.
Hearing the familiar voice coming from inside, Xuan Mo's mouth curled up into a smile, and then pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mom, old man, I'm back."
...
"Son, are you going to the Bird Village tomorrow?"
Xuan's mother looked at Xuan Mo and asked while putting food into his bowl.
"Yes, although it's less than a year. But according to calculations, Xiaopang should be six years old in a few days, which means that his martial spirit will awaken soon."
Xuan Mo answered Xuan's mother while picking at the rice in his bowl.
"But Feiqin Village is quite far from here. You just came back today, and you're leaving tomorrow? It's not too late to stay at home for a few more days before leaving."
Xuan's mother looked at Xuan Mo with reluctance. You know, she hasn't seen her child for almost a year. You come back today and leave tomorrow, and it will probably take another month. Which mother is willing to let her child go?
Hearing this, Xuan Mo put down his bowl and chopsticks and couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. After all, he was really in the wrong in this matter, so it was difficult for him to say anything. He could only listen to Xuan's mother's scolding.
At this time, Xuan's father, who was eating peanuts and drinking wine next to him, spoke with a drunken face.
"Xiao Mo is precocious and has his own opinions. Let him be. Besides, it's only a month away. That's less than half of Xiao Mo's vacation. What's there to be reluctant about?"
"You drunkard, you're actually drunk. Stop talking nonsense here." Xuan's mother looked at Xuan's father, a flicker of anger on her face.
"That's not nonsense, it's the truth..."
The two argued for a long time.
But in the end, Xuan's father, with his authority, made the final decision, agreeing to let Xuan Mo leave tomorrow.
But as soon as Xuan's father finished speaking, he slumped down on the table.
As for Xuan Mo, he kept an eye on Xuan's mother's expression. When he saw his mother's face turn ashen, he glanced at his father with pity.
He quickly finished his bowl of rice, said goodbye to Xuan's mother, and hurried away.
"Mom, I'm going to Uncle Flanders' shop first. I'll be back later."
...
Not long after.
Xuan Mo looked at the shop in front of him, his lips curled up slightly, and he stood up and walked in.
The layout inside was the same as it was eight months ago, without any changes, just as dim. Although there was a unique energy fluctuation, it still gave people a sense of chaos.
Looking at Flanders lying on the recliner, swaying, looking very leisurely.
At this time, Xuan Mo walked to the side, picked up a piece of stone carving on the table, and asked casually: "Boss, if I want to buy this stone carving, how much would it cost?"
"Not expensive, one hundred gold soul coins."
Flanders' lazy and slightly magnetic hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
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