[HeraismySister: Why do I find her action cute? She’s like a squirrel who’s storing food in her stash]


    [AuntieNextDoor: My little sister Hera is indeed lucky. (灬o?o灬)?]


    [PasserbyGod: But she has onlypleted one item on the list though.]


    [HeraismySister: @PasserbyGod, where’s the trust that you mentioned earlier?]


    [PasserbyGod: Ehem! I still have my trust in my Goddess, I’m just being impatient, don’t mind me.]


    After tidying up, Hera made her way directly to the sheep barn with the task of acquiring freshly shorn sheep’s wool. Uncertain if there were any specific conditions for obtaining the wool, she decided to proceed and test the waters.


    She pushed open the wooden gate and greeted the very first figure she saw inside. "Hello, Uncle. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but we’re tasked with gathering specific items, and freshly shorn wool is on my list. Would it be possible to obtain some from you?" She addressed him with enthusiasm.


    "Little girl, you’re the third person toe here with the same request today," the uncle chuckled. "I can give you what you need, but how about lending a hand around the sheep barn for a bit? After all, you’re not expecting me to give it to you for free, are you?" He seemed to relish his part in the exchange, hisughter filling the barn.


    Sure enough, there’s always a catch in this events and game. Not only did the Director gave them a specific items, he even made the vigers give them task. Hera couldn’t help but think that this event is simr to how a quest in games works and she felt fun just going aroundpleting this task but that also means that she’ll take forever doing one task and it is not possible toplete everything in the list if she were to do one task to obtain each item.


    Hera pouted and appeared to be deep in thought. Instead of agreeing with the uncle right away, she asked, "Uncle, how much do you usually charge for a small amount of wool?"


    "Well, it depends on the quality and quantity," the uncle replied honestly, knowing it wouldn’t affect his role in the game.


    "Instead of working toplete the task you provided, do you think I could exchange my fish for a fraction of your freshly shorn wool from the sheep?" Hera raised her arm, disying the fresh fishes dangling on a rope. "I caught them just now. How about I give you the biggest catch I have?" Hera attempted to bargain.


    The uncle regarded Hera with interest, his eyes scanning over the sizable fish she held. Each one seemed substantial enough to feed his entire family. Taking a moment to consider, he didn’t immediately agree with Hera’s proposal. After all, the rules didn’t expressly forbid exchanges for items.


    Hera and the uncle assumed the roles of shrewd negotiators, both keen on striking a favorable deal. Hera, well-versed in the rules, had meticulously reviewed her list beforehand. There was no stiption regarding the quantity of wool she needed, as long as it was freshly shorn. Therefore, she could secure a portion of wool in exchange for a fish without investing additional time. She was confident that her offer was not only fair but also advantageous for both parties.


    Hera recognized that mere assurance might not sway the uncle. "Uncle, isn’t this deal mutually beneficial? I’m inexperienced in shearing wool and could inadvertently harm the sheep or disrupt your workflow, potentially damaging your tools. Considering I only require a small amount of wool, freshly shorn, wouldn’t it be prudent to assist me?" Hera maintained aposed demeanor, bncing assertiveness with humility. "Moreover, I’m offering you my finest catch." With a confident yet measured gesture, Hera presented the impressive 2-foot-long fish she had captured earlier.


    As the uncle contemted, Hera’s words seemed to sway his decision. Without a word, he disappeared into the barn, leaving both Hera and the viewers in suspense. Some viewers grew nervous, fearing the worst, while others chuckled, perceiving Hera’s negotiation attempt as a clever ploy to expedite her task but miserably failed.


    After a few tense moments, the uncle reappeared holding a palm-sized piece of wool. "Little girl," he said, "I’ve just shorn this myself to meet the conditions on the list. Hand over my fish now." He extended his hand, offering the wool to Hera.


    Hera’s eyes lit up at the sight of the wool, and she eagerly stepped forward to im it. However, with her hands full, she struggled to grasp it. Setting down her belongings in a nearby spot, she carefully took the wool from the uncle, securing it safely in her backpack. Finally, she handed over the promised fish with a grateful smile.


    As the uncle reached for the fish, Hera’s grip tightened, signaling her reluctance to part with it. Despite her smile, she remained steadfast. Sensing her determination, the uncle paused, meeting her gaze in a silent standoff. It was clear Hera wasn’t willing to concede defeat easily. After a brief moment, the uncle relented, taking a step back and offering apromise.


    He thought he could take advantage of Hera since she’s the one offering the deal and iszy on not taking the task herself, but who would have thought that she’s not ready to made someone profit over her. "Alright, How about I exchange 3 more Duck’s egg. Hmm?"


    "Five duck eggs, fresh from the duck house," Hera countered firmly, her voice unwavering.


    The uncle’s confusion was evident as he tilted his head, casting an incredulous nce at Hera.


    Hera maintained her pleasant demeanor as she reiterated her terms. "Five duck eggs, freshly collected from the duck house, and we have a deal." Her smile remained sweet, though the uncle could sense her firmness. He felt a surge of frustration, realizing Hera was now the one taking advantage of the situation to her advantage, yet her cheerful disposition made it difficult for him to get upset. After all, wasn’t it said, "No p in the Face to Those Who are Smiling?"


    The uncle let out a sigh of defeat, reluctantly agreeing to Hera’s terms. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of resentment toward whoever had taught the young girl such shrewd negotiation skills. Meanwhile, at the university, Mister Fletcher, Hera’s tutor, sittingfortably in his recliner chair, suddenly let out two consecutive sneezes. "Who’s talking behind my back?" His nose twitched as he reached for a tissue.


    The uncle snatched the fish almost instantly when Hera finally let go, fearing she might retract her offer. He then led her to the duck house where his wife at and gestured for her to give him 5 duck eggs. His wife looked at the fish he had in his hands and shook her head in defeat as she went inside the fence to gather the duck egg from the nest.


    After carefully gathering the required number, she covered them with hay and arranged them in a woven basket before presenting them to Hera.