"...it’s actually you?"
The Gourt Goose had a sowhat subtle expression, "I thought I’d have to call Princess Kafney over. Or that lady, who might’ve just teleported over for a sweet duo queue with Lord Annan."
He hadn’t expected that the person Annan would ultimately decide to share his secret with would be Defu.
"...you don’t know that I’m also Annan’s keeper of secrets? For such a small matter, there’s no need to trouble the princess."
Defu lay in the warm cat bed, her tail lazily sweeping back and forth, "And it’s not like we are truly running dungeons together; it’s just in na only."
"—In the case where both people have stand-ins, shouldn’t this be considered a sweet duo queue between two power-levelers?"
Defu posed the soul-searching question.
The Gourt Goose fell silent.
His expression beca very subtle, "If it weren’t for Husky’s special circumstances over there, the way you put it gives off a weird vibe."
This was supposed to be a hilarious incident.
Husky and Thirteen Spices, this well-known codic duo, taking turns playing a couple’s duo queue—this plan could even turn into a seven or eight episode series. Each episode could make a twenty-minute video, with catchy titles that might even hit the front page.
But when Husky transford into a silver-haired beauty and then Thirteen Spices turned back into a high-spec version of her younger self... the story no longer felt right.
How should I put it.
The Gourt Goose sohow felt that this story should take place on Mango TV... or iQIYI.
"Honestly, I kind of want to watch."
The Gourt Goose admitted earnestly.
"That’s normal, everyone wants to watch."
Defu, lying lazily in the nest, said: "The forums are lively now. Knowing that the combo of Husky and Thirteen Spices has made a coback in the Otherworld, with such an exciting premiere, everyone is shouting about the good old days.
"If you ask , you might as well learn the ritual. I think this program could be turned into a long-term activity... You could even gather a few YouTubers or strears to play out a similar variety show outdoors. I think the effects of the show would definitely be good."
"What kind of activity is this? ’Account Theft Diaries’, ’Dating For You’, or ’Your Na’?"
The Gourt Goose couldn’t help but retort, "Are you the devil?"
Defu playfully bit her tail, looking up innocently, "I’m a kitty, you know.
"Letting power-levelers find love with each other, what’s it to the account owner? Plus, I’m just a cat."
"—Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a cat when you’re squatting down, nearly a ter tall?"
Longjing Tea’s voice ca from outside the door.
A youth who looked suspiciously like a grown-up version of a certain infamous phantom thief leader, with naturally curly, unkempt hair, entered alongside a silver-haired Husky girl with large, bright eyes, looking around curiously as they pushed open the unlocked door and walked right in.
"Heavensong, where’s the boss?"
Glancing at the slinking cat in the bed, who was half-sleeping with her eyes narrowed, he turned to The Gourt Goose and asked, "I’ve brought the people here.
"The Princess and the old Pope are in the next room performing the ritual."
Busy at a desk resembling one for recording a show, The Gourt Goose was spreading out docunts across the table and taking notes in a notebook, responding calmly and seriously, "Tell them to lie down over there for now. They’re using Chocolate’s bed, so it’s quite big. But since we need to monitor their sleep, they’ll have to put up with sharing the bed for now."
"Hey, that’s not a problem."
Husky said nonchalantly, "Back when we were busy, we used to sleep on the sa couch. I thought we’d have to lie on an altar... a bed is already nice."
"It wasn’t you who kicked off..."
Thirteen Spices glared disdainfully at Husky.
—Considering her current image, she thought better and decided to hold back the rest of her words.
Even if Longjing Tea and The Gourt Goose might not care.
But Defu and everyone in that room didn’t know what Husky originally looked like.
It was better to save her so face.
"And who says I can’t play the part?"
However, Husky kept grumbling, "I’m the model role-play gar, you see? A person should act a bit foolish on purpose to be authentic; being completely rational isn’t like role-playing at all..."
"For instance, right now, do I look like an innocent, energetic, pretty young girl or what? Absolutely spot on, my dude! I could almost swear I was born in the wrong body."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong..."
"I truly am a genius."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Thirteen Spices sighed deeply, powerless. With the aid of Longjing tea, he lay down in the designated spot and donned the corresponding glasses.
A Dian, standing outside and peeking in, couldn’t help but reminisce about her youthful days.
Originally, she wasn’t part of this event. And this live stream was initially ant to be posted on the forum... It was going to be Frostwater Harbor forum’s very first "variety show."
But A Dian insisted strongly on watching up close and taking pictures as keepsakes.
As a result, following along all the way, the excitent of it all was just so enjoyable.
—So it really wasn’t a pre-planned show effect!
When these two were online at the sa ti, their chatter never ended. They rattled on endlessly, making the atmosphere unusually harmonious. If A Dian hadn’t been trying to maintain her image as a demure young lady, she might have ended up laughing herself into a wriggling maggot on the bed.
"Defu, the setup is ready, co on in."
Giralda’s voice ca from the inner room, "Forget it... Longjing tea, just bring Defu’s cat bed in too. She’s been shedding a bit lately. Don’t let cat hair ss up the ritual."
"Alright, got it."
Longjing Tea, who was busily setting up their beds, looked up and responded loudly.
Why always ...
He sighed reluctantly and went over to lift Defu, along with her cradle-shaped cat bed.
He strongly suspected that when Defu had bought her cat bed, she specifically requested handles and shoulder straps on the side of the bed, anticipating situations like today’s.
He quickly carried the cat into the inner room.
It wasn’t long before Delicious Wind Goose observed Husky and Thirteen Spices’s expressions growing bleary. Shortly afterwards, they drifted off into a silent Deep Sleep.
After a while, Annan followed Longjing Tea out.
"You ca out directly, is everything alright with the ritual?"
Delicious Wind Goose asked while switching to the live stream interface of the two, which he had already opened up. He adjusted their positions within his field of view to show a split screen.
A strange illusion flashed through his mind.
He couldn’t help feeling like he was comntating on "Escape from Reality."
He glanced over at "Giralda" sitting calmly beside him, necklaces shaped like mirrors bound around the heart area with chains.
There aren’t any strangers here, are there?
It would be better if he’d change back to Annan... Giralda’s imposing presence is too intense.
He grumbled internally.
"Everything’s fine on your end... can you see?"
"Ah, I can see."
Annan replied.
He turned his head, revealing a gentle smile: "After all, at the beginning... you guys were my ’eyes,’ weren’t you?"
That instant.
Delicious Wind Goose suddenly rembered Annan’s appearance when he transford into his mythic form, liberating elents—
Among the many "eyes" on his body...
There seed to be one that belonged to him.
Before Delicious Wind Goose could think any further.
Through the split-screen mode of the live broadcast, he saw the two who were sent in to scout had already woken up.
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