Chapter 64: Crino Prairie 8
’These Twin-Tailed Cat-kin are so wasteful, throwing away such good food just like that.’
Moira Lynch silently condemned the Twin-Tailed Cat-kin for wasting food, but the speed of her hands didn’t slow in the slightest.
"What is this? Is it candy? Patience."
[Analysis complete. These are Energy Blocks made from animal fat. They can be consumed to stave off hunger or used as fuel. A single block can burn for a very long time.]
’It’s edible and can be used as fuel. Multipurpose. This is good stuff.’
’To think such useful items were just tossed in a warehouse and treated like trash. What a waste.’
’No matter, I’m here to rescue them now.’
Moira Lynch would make sure to put these items to good use, giving them a proper home.
Her eyes gleaming, Moira Lynch began stuffing the contents of the warehouse into her dimensional space.
Besides the food, she also found several large cat trees.
Looking at the cat trees, they were more than big enough for a person, let alone a cat.
In addition, there were all sorts of cat-specific toys and cat treats.
Moira Lynch was busy the entire morning, only stopping once the whole warehouse was picked clean.
During this time, quite a few Twin-Tailed Cat-kin even brought over leftover food from their own homes.
After discovering Moira Lynch, the Recycler, these Twin-Tailed Cats even went to inform their fellow villagers.
Seeing how efficient Moira Lynch was, the Twin-Tailed Cat-kin who had brought her here couldn’t help but exclaim, "So you were telling the truth. You really are good at recycling trash, even faster than the A-rank Recyclers I’ve seen before."
And most importantly, her attitude was great.
After all, A-rank Recyclers were typically very expensive, and they weren’t willing to take just anything.
Having smoothly obtained her third smiley face before it was even noon, Moira Lynch felt she had a shot at a double kill today. She turned her gaze to the Twin-Tailed Cat-kin she was speaking with and asked about other Beastkin tribes in the area.
"Oh, there are."
The Twin-Tailed Cat-kin pointed in two different directions. "To the left is the Crocodile Beastfolk’s territory, and to the right is the Honey Badger Beastman’s territory. But I’d recommend you go left. You have to be very careful when dealing with the Honey Badger Beastmen, and they don’t like people getting close to their land."
Moira Lynch nodded in deep agreement. The reputation of the Honey Badger was renowned even on Caelus.
With a wave, she collected her payment and bid farewell to the Twin-Tailed Cat-kin.
Not long after Moira Lynch left, another group of players arrived. Since Moira Lynch had already dealt with the trash, their task was to take care of the children.
Unable to communicate due to the language barrier, they had no interaction. A few of them even made the children cry and were promptly chased out of the village by the Twin-Tailed Cats.
But none of that had anything to do with Moira Lynch anymore. By now, she had already arrived at the Crocodile Beastfolk’s territory on her electric scooter.
A huge pool of water came into view, surrounded by dense patches of reeds.
Just then, a black shadow fell over her, followed by a deep voice, "Little one, what are you doing here?"
She turned to see a giant mud monster standing behind her.
Seeing its massive mouth, she quickly realized the "mud monster" before her was a Crocodile Beastfolk.
Moira Lynch hurriedly replied, "I’m looking for work."
"Looking for work? Perfect. Come give me a bath."
Moira Lynch froze for a second at his words but followed the Crocodile Beastfolk anyway.
Upon reaching an open area, she saw that there were already quite a few players there, including some foreign ones.
Fortunately, Moira Lynch had seen this before, so she merely glanced at them before looking away.
These people were standing on the backs of Crocodile Beastfolk, holding water hoses and rinsing the mud off their bodies.
[The Crocodile Beastfolk are a very clean race and cannot tolerate any dirt on their bodies.]
Hearing Patience’s explanation, Moira Lynch finally understood what she had to do.
Taking a hose, she climbed onto the back of the Crocodile Beastfolk from before and started rinsing.
Knowing that the Crocodile Beastfolk were very particular about cleanliness, Moira Lynch not only sprayed it with water but also took out a brush to scrub away the stubborn stains on its back.
She had arrived the latest, and because she was being so thorough, she naturally wasn’t as fast as the others.
The other players looked at Moira Lynch’s meticulous work and gave her looks as if she were an idiot.
’Time is so tight, why isn’t she just finishing the task? To be fussing over details like this... she must be a Virgo.’
These people couldn’t understand the interstellar language, but Moira Lynch heard it loud and clear: although the Crocodile Beastfolk had given them smiley faces, they were not actually satisfied with their service, as many spots had been missed.
In contrast, Moira Lynch scrubbed every nook and cranny clean. Seeing this, the other Crocodile Beastfolk looked on with envy, then gathered around to ask if she would wash them again too.
To this, Moira Lynch had no objections. As long as the pay was right, it was no problem. At worst, she’d just have to pull an all-nighter.
Seeing that the other players had all left, Moira Lynch decided not to hold back anymore. To improve her efficiency, she pulled out a pressure washer.
This, as expected, sped things up considerably.
Despite their ferocious appearances, the Crocodile Beastfolk were actually quite good-tempered. They all lined up obediently, and there was no sign of anyone cutting in line.
Next to Moira Lynch was a bamboo basket filled with pearly white teeth.
These were teeth shed by the members of the Crocodilian Tribe, and they were extremely sharp and sturdy.
Moira Lynch tested one and found it could easily slice a hard stone in half, and that was without any processing.
After a busy afternoon, Moira Lynch finally finished washing all the Crocodile Beastfolk.
The freshly bathed Crocodile Beastfolk didn’t leave right away. Instead, like someone who had just put on a new pair of shoes, they carefully found a clean spot and began admiring their own pristine, clean scales.
If you had to describe the scene with an idiom, "admiring one’s reflection" would probably be it.
One of the Crocodile Beastfolk laughed heartily and said, "You’ve washed me so clean, I don’t have the heart to get myself dirty."
Hearing this, Moira Lynch gave a modest smile, indicating that it was all part of the job.
Her humility pleased the Crocodile Beastfolk even more. "It’s already night. The nights on the Crino Prairie are dangerous. The stray beasts and Nomadic Beastmen have been starving all winter. It won’t end well if you run into them. You should stay here for the night and leave tomorrow morning."
It was only then that Moira Lynch understood that the dangers of the night referred to the Nomadic Beastmen.