Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 26 The Piggy's Story

"Vivienne." Don's footsteps also slowed down, pointing to the stone bench by the roadside, "Will you sit with me over there?"

"Um."

The two sat down on the long stone chair.

The moonlight is very bright tonight, illuminating the street very brightly. It's just that the moonlight is a little cool, and the stone chair is also a little cool.

"Vivian, don't you have any questions to ask me? For example, what am I going to do and why don't you want to go with me?"

Thinking of Vivienne's performance during the day, Dawn still felt a little sorry.

Miss Goblin just lowered her head when she heard the words, and set her eyes on her slender legs that were close together. After a moment of silence, she shook her head gently:

"I won't ask about things that Don doesn't want to say."

This reaction can't help Donne.

Isn't this kid a little too well-behaved?

"And I can feel it." Vivienne was still talking, word by word, "What Don is going to do is very important to you."

"Yeah, it's very important, maybe we have to go." Don nodded, agreeing with Vivienne.

But to be honest, he didn't know why he agreed with Vivian so much.

Is the time-limited copy really important to me?

After all, the game system banned the powerful thugs on his side.

If it's just for a limited time and generous rewards, maybe it's not yet time to take unknown risks and have to do it?

But in the face of Vivienne's whispering, Donne couldn't help but say such words.

Why do you have to go? Don asked himself in his heart.

He raised his head, and the moon in the night sky was very big and bright.

The two sat quietly for a while.

Don: "Vivian, I suddenly thought of a story, do you want to hear it?"

"Um."

"The story goes like this. There is a farm where a group of piglets are raised. One of the piglets is very smart. It is different from its brothers and sisters who only know how to eat and sleep and are happy all day long."

"It thinks every day why it is on the farm? Why would someone eat and drink to take care of itself every day? What will be its future destiny?"

"Yeah." Vivienne listened quietly.

Although she didn't know why Dawn started telling stories, in her perception, this kind of stories with animals as the protagonists were more beautiful fairy tales or fables, and she quite liked them.

But how much does Don like pigs?

"This little pig is really smart. Relying on his own pig, through unremitting efforts, he investigated the truth behind the farm."

"It turns out that humans are raising them for the purpose of sending them to slaughter and eating their meat when they reach adulthood."

"Then what?"

At this point in the story, Vivienne has probably guessed the follow-up development-this clever little pig will lead the brothers and sisters to escape from the farm and regain freedom and new life.

Fairy tales are so beautiful.

"There is no more. Although the clever little pig knows the truth, it still cannot leave the farm. When it grows up, it will be sent to the slaughterhouse just like the happy brothers and sisters."

"Some of them were made into ham, some into sausage, and some into bacon. The only good news is that they all tasted good. End of story."

Vivienne froze for a moment, then blinked at Dawn: "Dawn... how did you come up with such a strange story?"

"This is not the point, the point is Vivian, do you think there is any difference between that smart little pig and its brothers and sisters?"

Miss Goblin thought for a while, then looked at Dawn.

She could see that Dawn seemed to have a lot to say, so she chose to remain silent and listen quietly.

"I used to think that this clever little pig is not much different from its brothers and sisters. Since the ending is the same, instead of knowing the truth and suffering alone, it's better to be silly and happy like other pigs all day long."

"But now I don't seem to think so, I seem to empathize with that clever little pig."

Empathize with a pig?

Vivian opened her mouth, but in the end she held back her words.

She knew that Donne needed to vent his emotions now, and what he needed was an audience, and she just had to be responsible for listening.

"Moreover, the ending of the story is not necessarily so hopeless. Perhaps the clever little pig may lead the brothers and sisters to escape from the farm by virtue of their wisdom and accumulated strength."

"The prerequisite for achieving this happy ending is that this little pig must learn the truth." Dawn was still rambling on by himself.

But the more he talked, the calmer and clearer his heart seemed to be: "Thinking about it this way, I don't want to be a dead pig without knowing why."

Perhaps because he faced his heart directly, Dawn discovered that this was the reason why he had to go to the limited-time dungeon—to find out what the truth of the game system and the world was.

Vivi quietly waited for Don to finish speaking.

Donne's story seems to be talking about the little pig, but it is actually talking about himself.

Miss Goblin still has this reading comprehension ability.

It's just that I don't know what the truth is that Donne is eager to know, and how related it is to the big event he will do in 30 days.

Someday, though, he'll tell himself. Vivienne believed so.

"Dawn, can I ask you a question?" The two were silent for a while, and Miss Goblin suddenly spoke.

It seems that she is not, as she said, completely indifferent to Dawn's affairs.

"Just ask."

"What are you going to do next, is it dangerous?"

"There may be danger, I'm not sure." On this point, Dawn didn't want to deceive Vivian.

"I see." Miss Goblin nodded obediently, and stopped talking, as if she was thinking about something.

The two sat for a while without talking.

"Vivienne, let's go back. The night wind is starting to get stronger. If you sit down again, you may catch a cold." Dawn stood up from the long stone chair first.

But at this moment, he felt a delicate and soft touch coming from the palm of his right hand.

Vivian took Don's hand.

Her head was still lowered, her thin and straight legs were tightly closed together, and her petite body trembled invisibly.

"Vivian?"

Donne did not let go of Miss Goblin's hand and let her hold it.

However, I don't know if it was because of nervousness or other reasons, but Vivienne's hands were a little cold even though the two of them had just taken a bath.

"Hmm... Do, Dorn." Miss Goblin said, "You know, everyone can't see me, and I rarely have the opportunity to communicate with others. So, I'm not very good at speaking or expressing myself. own emotions."

This time it was Don's turn not to speak, but to listen quietly.

"But Dorne is the only one who can see me, the only one who can hear me, the only one who can feel my presence. I'm always happy when I'm with you because I don't feel like I'm alone anymore."

"So I want you to know. Don, you are very, very, very, very important to me! I will listen to everything you say, and if you need my help, I will definitely do my best!"

"But if...if you don't need me, I will listen to you. I will wait for you here and wait for you. If you don't come back, I will wait forever. So, so...you must Come back, okay?"

Because she had just taken a shower, Vivienne's long silver hair was naturally draped over her shoulders.

The night wind brought the soft fragrance from the tip of her hair, which smelled very good.

She raised her head and looked straight at Don.

The lake blue eyes flickered, and they were full of seriousness.

If Dawn never came back, she would probably really wait here forever.

Since Miss Goblin was still sitting on the bench, Don simply squatted down.

"I promise you, I will definitely come back."

"Not lying?"

"Don't lie, let's pull the hook."

"Um?"

In Miss Goblin's perception, there was no such gesture as pulling a hook.

"That's it." Don first let go of Vivienne's hand, and stretched out his little finger, "In my hometown, everything you say with a hook is not a lie."