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Rayal scooped up a spoonful of porridge and sent it into his mouth. The warmth of the porridge, accompanied by its comforting flavor, gradually melted away his guard. At that moment, a notification suddenly popped up on the game's system panel, and a flashing line of text caught his eye—"Hidden plot triggered!"
His fingers trembled as he clicked on the notification, and the voice of the old woman seemed somewhat ethereal at this moment, as if it had penetrated from a distant past, carrying a hint of unhealed sorrow. "Do you know, I once had a happy family," she said. Her gaze suddenly became profound, as if it could penetrate Rayal's soul.
"Fifteen years ago, that sudden war took everything away," her words were filled with endless longing and sorrow, "The three of us should have faced the ups and downs of life together, but the gears of fate cruelly separated us. I tried every possible way to find them, but it was all like a mirage, only echoes responded to me."
She sighed softly, her voice carrying countless nights and mornings, each awakening a renewed recognition of loss. "Now, I am old, and the past is gradually being let go. But today, when I saw you, you reminded me of my son. If he were still here, he would be around your age."
After she finished speaking, her face seemed to be filled with stories in every wrinkle. Rayal looked at the moist corners of her eyes, and a ripple of emotion rose in his heart.
Rayal sat quietly in front of the old wooden table, hands clasped together. He closed his eyes and silently prayed for the family of the old woman in front of him. The steam from the porridge rose between them, as if it could carry his wishes through the Floating City and reach every corner of this continent.
He opened his eyes and said firmly to the old woman, "In Orindia, every corner is filled with unknowns and possibilities. Your family must still be somewhere, perhaps they are also searching for their way home. I will keep an eye out on my journey, and I won't miss any clues."
The old woman's eyes were filled with gratitude and astonishment. She did not expect this young Wanderer to be so concerned about her affairs. Tears welled up in her eyes, eventually spilling over and flowing quietly along the wrinkles. She trembled her lips and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Over the years, my hope of seeing them again has gradually faded, but you have given me new courage. Even if it's just their bones, I hope to find them so that my heart will no longer have any regrets."
Rayal saw the tears of the old woman and was moved. He decided to lighten the atmosphere with action. He picked up a spoon, pretended to be calm, stood up, and walked unsteadily to an open space. He boldly raised the spoon, as if a brave knight raising a sword.
"Respected madam," Rayal said with mock seriousness, but deliberately exaggerated a comical bow, instantly easing the heavy atmosphere in the air. "I, Rayal, solemnly swear here to spare no effort, cross mountains and rivers, and find your lost loved ones at any cost."
After speaking, he began to imitate the movements of a swordsman, walking around the room with exaggerated steps as if performing a play on stage. Holding a spoon, he would swing it fiercely as if battling an unseen enemy, then strike a defensive pose with the spoon held straight like a shining sword, and suddenly charge forward before stopping to strike a handsome victory pose.
At first, the old woman looked surprised, but she was soon captivated by Rayal's amusing performance. His earnest and somewhat adorable gestures brought a smile to her face. Watching Rayal's exaggerated yet passionate expressions, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from sadness this time, but from being entertained by the comical antics of this "knight" before her.
"Oh, brave knight, may the god of wind guide your path, and may your spoon sword dispel all evil!" The old woman finally burst into laughter, her laughter like the morning sun, dispelling all the gloom in the room.
As Rayal's inexplicable and comical performance came to an end, a sudden system prompt sounded in his ears, causing him to feel a bit bewildered despite still being immersed in laughter. A line of text lit up on the panel: [Achievement Unlocked: Are You the Clown? - Because of your comical performance, increased affinity with others.]
The elderly woman looked at Rayal and a grateful smile spread across her face, marked by the passage of time. She suddenly stood up and walked towards Rayal, opening her arms. Rayal hesitated a bit, but ultimately returned the embrace. Although he was still thinking about how to close the achievement prompt in his mind, his actions were without any hesitation.
As Rayal's arms gently wrapped around the elderly woman, his view was constantly blocked by the achievement prompt on the panel. He tried to reach out to close it, his fingers lightly touching the panel, but the sudden movement of the elderly woman disrupted his rhythm. Rayal's fingers involuntarily slid over the panel, landing on the skill list.
Just as Rayal was about to attempt to turn off the prompt again, the old woman's embrace brought a slight but rapid shake. His hand slipped and accidentally touched the " Lethalization " skill. Suddenly, he felt that the spoon in his hand seemed to have changed in some way, but it still looked the same.
The sound of the panel's prompts buzzed in Rayal's ears like bees, and his field of vision was filled with all kinds of pop-ups. These pop-ups included skill prompts, achievement unlocks, and even system update notifications. Rayal felt a bit agitated, his nerves stretched tight, afraid of making any overreactive moves.
The old woman seemed completely unaware of Rayal's agitation. She had a big smile on her face and her arms were still wrapped around him, as if trying to convey all her gratitude through the embrace. Rayal felt her sincerity and sighed inwardly. He had to handle this little incident carefully.
Rayal tried to subtly manipulate the control panel, attempting to close each popup one by one. However, every move he made had to be extremely cautious to avoid exposing his abnormal state. Yet, in a moment of distraction, the spoon he was holding shifted slightly in his hand and accidentally brushed against the old woman's back.
"Ah!" The old woman let out a cry of surprise, her voice tinged with confusion and pain. Rayal felt his heart sink and quickly released the embrace, looking at the old woman with concern.
"Madam, are you okay? I... I didn't mean—" Rayal hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I... I was just a bit flustered." Rayal's voice carried an apologetic tone, and his face involuntarily showed a worried expression, fearing that the newly established good relationship might be affected by this small mistake.
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