Banished to Another World Chapter 12

When Yan Mo woke up he was already back in Yuan Zhan's tent. After waking up, the first thing he did was look at his right hand.

He did not know how the guide judged, was it possible it monitored his psychological state at all times?

When he woke, it called for his presence and began to glow.

After several verifications, Yan Mo figured out that other people could not see the guide glowing, the glow was only for him.

Remembering that last time he looked at the guide's contents, the guide had words that said "instantly carry out punishment". So if he didn't look at the contents of the guide, then would those punishments come when he least expected it?

Yan Mo covered the palm of his hand. It would be better to wait until his body was in a better shape.

This meant that he did not receive any punishment, or is it that if he didn't read the guide then he wont receive the punishment?

Curiosity killed the cat, but Yan Mo couldn't just keep waiting like this.

Early death, late death, it's still death. Before he regretted it, he turned over his right hand again.

–Treating an Amputated Arm

Scum -10 Points

Total Scum Points: 99,999,890

–Attempt to Save a Life

Scum -1 Point

Total Scum Points: 99,999,889

There was only these two things, nothing else.

Yan Mo's mouth let out a small grin. Did that slave not die? Or was it that the Guide decreed that when he "fainted", the things after wouldn’t be put on his head?

Looking at the behaviors of Cao Ting and the rest, Yan Mo felt that unless something unexpected happened after he fainted, then that slave was absolutely dead. This could be confirmed with Cao Ting in a bit.

If the slave was dead, and the guide did not punish him, then does that mean….

He would continue to experiment, looking for a variety of exploits in the guide.

For the purpose of a good life in the future, he might as well analyze the guide and its rules as well as his previous punishments in order to figure out  the guidelines it used.

Yan Mo pulled aside the worn out pelt on the floor and started to weave the dry grass that was underneath. Whenever he was thinking about stuff, his hands always wanted to do something. This dry grass was given to him by Cao Ting who was horrified by the pelts.

"Xiao Mo? Are you awake?" Cao Ting's voice came from outside the tent.

Yan Mo's thoughts were interrupted and responded, "I'm awake."

Cao Ting came with food and water. Yuan Shan had also come with her. In the hands of the big buff man was a parcel wrapped in a pelt.

"Xiao Momo, take a look at what this is." Yuan Shan squatted right next to Yan Mo and opened the bundle like a treasure chest.

Xiao Momo…. Because of this childish form of address Yan Mo 's waist bent over backwards and his fingers twitched, but after seeing what the big man was holding, held back the impulse to jab the opposite party with a needle.

"This is a muskmelon?" Yan Mo started drooling, in his memory, he also ate this kind of melon. It seemed like it was brought from another tribe to trade for salt. At that time they sent over a lot and because they couldn’t store it away, the chief of the tribe split the melons among the tribe members. He had the privilege to eat a giant bunch of them.

This muskmelon had stripes. It looked a bit similar to the honeydew but the skin was more tough. the melon skin was the same color as sweet potato skin and the taste was really as sweet as honey.

It's a pity that the Yanshan tribesmen most likely did not know how to grow crops, either that or the melon refused to grow in the soil around Yanshan Tribe. The Yanshan people scattered the seeds in the surrounding areas and wanted the seeds to grow naturally, but none succeeded.

"You've eaten it before?"

Yan Mo nodded.

Yuan Shan teased him, "You want to eat it?"

Yan Mo crazily nodded, at this moment he had no need to be restrained! He wanted to eat the melon!

Yuan Shan couldn't help but reach out a hand to pinch his cheek. Yan Mo let him pinch, reaching out his hands for the melon.

Yuan Shan loudly laughed, gave him the melon.

Yan Mo's hand groped around the pelt and pulled out a stone knife he used for surgery. He wiped the stone knife on the fur then raised his hand, intending to cut into it.

"Let me do it, don't want to make a mess everywhere. This melon is sweet, the juice might attract bugs." Cao Ting laughed as the melon passed from the youth's hands. She put it on the stone table in the middle of the tent.

Yan Mo passed the knife over to Cao Ting, having someone serve him was definitely better. He also had no hope to keep it to himself. He did not know if Yuan Ji Tribe grew these melons or not, only saw that when Yuan Shan arrived, he purposefully hid the melon with a pelt. He could figure out that even if Yuan Ji Tribe grew this kind of melon, the number of melons would not be much and it was probably very precious.

Cao Ting cut it in one stroke and a delicate and sweet fragrance of melon overpowered the entire tent.

Yan Mo gulped down his saliva. It was no wonder he was this greedy. When he arrived here, it was more terrifying then he heard from fables and legends. Besides drinking water everyday —– which was limited, then had to eat that tough, salty, bitter dry meat— which he also couldn't eat until full. It was a blessing to occasionally be able to eat roasted meat.

Last time he suggested to Cao Ting to take that dry meat and roast it for a bit. As a result, Cao Ting liked it. If it wasn't for him strongly urging not to drink nonboiled water, Cao Ting for the sake of saving firewood, would probably not even boil the water for him.

"Master Da Shan, this melon is very precious, lets give half of it to Master Da He's house? Master Da He's house still has two children in it." Yan Mo reluctantly said. He wanted to get along with the people here and become integrated with the locals. His age at the moment was too young and he was a slave, unable to establish credibility, and could only make people like him instead.

Da Shan sat his ass on top of Yan Mo's bed, rubbed the youth's head, and saw that the youth's eyes held true fondness. "I already gave them one, we will eat this one."

"Then what about Master Da Diao?"

"He doesn't get any." Yuan Shan in a low muffled voice, "If he wants one he can go find one himself."

"Oh, then is it easy to find this melon?"

Yuan Shan shook his head, "There are several strong beasts guarding it, there’s a group of Zheng beasts (1), trying to lure them away is very hard. This time I was also lucky. When I had passed by, the beasts were leaving to go hunt, only the cubs were there. I just grabbed a bunch of melons and ran off."

Even eating a melon was this dangerous, this world was really fucked up!

Cao Ting cut the 10 lb melon into 8 slices, took two slices and split them between Yuan Shan and Yan Mo. Perhaps food here was very precious, the melon pulp and seeds were not even scraped off.

Yan Mo grabbed his muskmelon and bit down. As melon flesh entered his mouth, he almost moaned. It tasted so fucking good! This is the life!

Muskmelon flesh: Cold, sweet, appease one's hunger, convenient, increases energy, relieves cough, improve beauty by clearing up spots, recovers injuries.

Eating the melon, Yan Mo's brain came out with this long list of words. This was a habit from his occupation. In order not to forget these specialized and useful knowledge, he cultivated a habit that everytime he came across something, he would naturally recall and review.

The pulp from the muskmelon was also extremely sweet, sweeter then the melon flesh. Yan Mo could not bear to not eat it, only spit out the melon seeds.

Muskmelon pulp: Cold, sweet, helps stomach digestion/discharge, can relieve constipation

Muskmelon seeds: Cold, bitter, can strengthen the body's immune system.

After eating his muskmelon, Yan Mo realized that Cao Ting did not eat. At this time Cao Ting had grabbed his weaving and kept flipping it back and forth, looking at it.

Cao Ting saw Yan Mo watching her, thought that he still wanted to eat and immediately got up and grabbed two more slices from the table, handing it to Yuan Shan and him.

Yan Mo glanced at Yuan Shan, divided his melon in half and gave one to Cao Ting. "Sister, you eat too."

Cao Ting obviously swallowed her drool, but she still shook her head, "No need, you eat it."

Yuan Shan suddenly spoke up, "Eat it, and take good care of Xiao Mo."

"Thank you sir." Cao Ting kneeled on the ground and bowed to Yuan Shan. This blushing person took the melon half from Yan Mo's hand,

Yan Mo felt a little bit upset. Because he saved Yuan He, Yuan Shan and the others changed their attitudes towards him and made him forget that this tribe had a very distinct slave class. Cao Ting's current behavior made him clear headed once again. If he really did end up with a slave mark, in the future if he wanted to achieve his desired social standing, it would be very very difficult.

"Master Da Shan, I drew a couple common herbs that Master Da He will need to use. If you happen to see them outside, could you bring it back to me? It would be best if it came with the roots as well." Yan Mo hid away his real mood, from his bed he pulled out a wooden plank to give to Yuan Shan.

Yuan Shan at first did not care. With a smile, "What did you draw?" As he brought the wooden plank to the entrance of the tent, his face immediately changed colors.

"Where exactly are you from?" Yuan Shan fixed his gaze on the youth.

Yan Mo felt worried, What happened?

Cao Ting was also scared and lifted her head, didn't dare to even eat the melon anymore.

"Cao Ting said you came from the Yanshan Tribe, I don't think that's true. I've been to the Yanshan Tribe, the priest there uses salt as a treatment. In this you are similar to him, but it is only this one similarity. Xiao Mo, be honest. Did you come from….. One of the three cities?"

Three cities? Yan Mo vaguely remembered that there was Upper, Middle, and Lower Cities, but whatever was in the cities, he had no clue.

"If you don't want to say then it's fine. I'll pay attention for the herbs you drew." Yuan Shan keenly glanced at him, lifted his leather skirt to scratch an itch, put the wood plank inside of the leather and wrapped it, got up and left.

Yan Mo…. Primitive men were indeed very bold.

After Yuan Shan left, Cao Ting felt more comfortable. She patted him, wanted him to feel at ease. "Master Da Shan is a good person, he won't spill your secret as long as you're obedient and don't do anything that would harm the tribe."

Yan Mo nodded then pointed at the melon on the table, "Sister, it's such a big melon. Lets eat it together and don't give it to anyone else."

Cao Ting did not refuse, looking at the youth's expression she became more gentle. "That's right, I wanted to ask you. How did you weave this piece? If there is enough hay, could you weave an even bigger piece?"

Ah! Yan Mo slapped his bedding, fortunately Cao Ting reminded him. His consciousness held misunderstandings. He forgot that things that were ordinary in his world did not exist here yet. He could always pass down some skills that he deemed useless, then afterwards borrow other people's hands to make his life a little better. Maybe he could also reduce some scum points, no wonder his right hand glowed again just now.

Yan Mo confirmed the death of the peeping slave through vague references from Cao Ting. On one side he was teaching Cao Ting how to weave the straw mats, on the other side he continued to analyze the guide's penalty regulation process.

Looking at the past few examples:

Why? According to his analysis, there are two reasons.

First, he was severely wounded at the time and did not have the ability to act.

Second, at that time he didn't know the language here. Even if he shouted out the other party would not understand what he was saying.

Why? He thought about it back and forth and came up with three reasons.

First, He already had a bit of freedom at that time. If he had wanted to, it was entirely possible for him to climb over and deal with Yuan He's injury.

Second, He already knew how to speak the language here. Cao Ting was also right beside him, even if he was indisposed, he could have also used words to pass on knowledge on how to save Yuan He.

Third, He discovered that he could stop the bleeding for Yuan He with the Setose Thistle as well. Even after all sorts of considerations he couldn't make an appearance, he could use Cao Ting and have the Setose Thistle sent over.

How was this judgement deduced?

First, could the Guide read his mind? The human mind is constantly changing, the so called "mind reading" was just a deception. But if a certain thought or emotion became very intense and persistent, if it was true then even the surrounding people would sense it. For example, murderous intent/aura, disgust, love and so on. He participated in similar human experiments and had already experienced this kind of possibility.

But the thought that he very much wanted Yuan He to be in intense pain at that time, could the guidebook be able to read out his certain instant intense emotions or ideas? But if his thoughts and actions were not the same?

Second, if the guide could not monitor his thinking, did the guide have the ability to analyze his medical ability and knew all the knowledge that he mastered? And based off his medical knowledge and the current available equipment and drugs, be able to determine which treatment would benefit the patient and which would be harmful?

To clarify which of the two the guidebook followed, he still needed experimentation. From a scientific viewpoint, he thought that the latter was most likely true.

Why? His analysis is:

First, before he fainted he pleaded with Yuan Diao and them to spare the slave's life.

Second, His fainting was suspicious, but he did lose his consciousness at that time.

Third, His fainting felt like a cheat, but at that time his health wasn't completely there and he still did two surgeries. His body and spirit really needed a deep sleep in order to recover, so the guide could only judge that him fainting was necessarily and didn't count it as cheating. Either that or the guide cannot judge these small matters and could only judge on the main scenario going on. But he thinks that it's the latter.

In the above four cases, Yan Mo initially concluded that the guidebook's judgement goes as follows:

The guide can only judge the current scenario going on. It will not analyze in detail whether the scene at the time was suitable for saving someone, only judged at the time whether they were capable of saving. This ability contains his actions and words, also contains his knowledge and the surrounding environment and things that could be used at that time.

If the conclusion that he came up with was not wrong, Yan Mo guessed that last time during the Yuan He situation, if at the time he opened his mouth to tell Cao Ting, he could have helped Yuan He, or had Cao Ting send over Setose Thistle, or clearly showed that he would help afterward, the guide would not dare to punish him.

Understanding the rules, his behavior afterwards became good.

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T/N: Surprise! I'm releasing three chapters at once today since I know that everyone, including me, is desperate for ML to come back.

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