A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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As Yang An walked into Fik's Place, a round ball fell from the sky and rolled to his feet.

"Yang An!! Throw it up here for me!!" Farasi waved from the second floor, signaling Yang An to throw it through the small window.

Yang An's surprise flashed briefly. It was rare to see Farasi this early in the morning. When he bent down to pick up the ball, his first reaction was that it was heavy!

"What is this thing, Sister Si?" He found a gap and threw the ball in.

Farasi caught the ball that flew up, hugged it to her chest, and placed it back in the corner of the ceiling. Smiling, she replied, "It's a prayer ball~"

Yang An was taken aback. A prayer ball?

Farasi admired her handiwork for a while, satisfied, and nodded repeatedly. "Oh, I'm amazing!"

Then she swung her ponytail and jumped down from above with a crisp, clean movement.

"Huh? Yang An, you don't know about the Prayer Festival?" Seeing Yang An's confused look, Farasi came closer and sweetly explained, "It's the Carnival Day on Anokiel. It commemorates the ancient deity Nevatris, who created everything. Every household worships the deity's statue in the morning, exchanges moonlight flowers and sun seagull grass, and prays for safety, prosperity, and happiness..."

"Do we drink sweet mango juice for this festival?" Yang An asked, sounding familiar but uncertain.

"Exactly!" Farath jumped onto the hammock, yawning. "I guess Xiao An doesn't remember, huh?"

Well... Yang An rubbed his nose. He knew about it because the orphanage would replace the wild tea with sweet mango juice on this day. Sweet mango juice was sour and bitter, often causing complaints from the children at the orphanage.

So, mischievous kids would cling to the old director's legs, whining about not wanting to drink it. At this point, the old director would put on a stern face, raise his eyebrows, and say that today was an important interstellar starting day, and they had to drink it...

Yang An thought about the taste of sweet mango juice, feeling a bitterness on his tongue. He sighed and explained, "No, it's just that I didn't know it was called the Prayer Festival. I always thought it was called..."

He hesitated, "Starting Day?"

Farath understood and turned over, her chin sinking into the hammock. "Ah, that's an old term. Probably only some old-timers use it..." She was sleepy, having stayed up late and getting up early, her voice growing softer. "Xiao An, tonight, Tais and I are taking you to the 'Undercity' to play. Are you coming? There are many interesting things there."

Undercity?

Yang An was intrigued. Honestly, since coming to this world, he hadn't ventured far, mostly wandering around the orphanage.

However, the name "Underground city" appeared quite frequently in the original text, giving him a sense that it might not be a good idea to go.

Yang An pondered but had no clue.

"Are you coming—Xiao An—" Farasi elongated her voice in a tempting tone. "It's really fun~"

"What's generally in the Underground city?"

"Well, there's a lot, like devil's lanterns, auctions, gambling stalls..." Farath spoke with an enticing tone, clearly seeing Yang An as a younger brother.

Yang An, feeling unreasonably excited, decided to go despite his bad premonitions. He pressed his lips and responded, "Sister Si, I'll go."

Farasi's eyes sparkled with honey-colored light as she grinned. "Hehe, then it's a deal, Xiao An."