Capítulo 1193: Chapter 97: Hidden in Darkness, Bright as Mithril (3)_3
“I belong to the ‘Everyone Recites the Saint is Above’ sect.” Kardesia said.
“You lazy believer.” Shiyu Ling poked the landlord from behind. She casually picked up two slices of sausage and found that the taste was unexpectedly good. The cured pork was mixed with liver, garlic, onions, and various spices, offering a rich texture far superior to convenience store goods.
“The sausage is really delicious, it’s quite troubleso to make, isn’t it?”
“It’s an old family craft. You have to prepare well in advance, and you just happened to catch it today…” Alpholda stood up suddenly, slapped her forehead, “Oh damn! I totally forgot!”
She and Reya hurriedly ran to the front door, and as soon as they opened it, they heard an exasperated female voice: “Thank goodness you rember you have a daughter! No need to pick up at the train station, I took the bus ho myself!”
“OK, this ti it’s my fault.”
“Wow, has the sky fallen, you’re actually admitting fault…so many people?”
A blonde girl pushed a small suitcase into the house, wearing blue sweatpants and a white T-shirt; her tone revealed she was clearly a rebellious high schooler. At first, she was startled by the crowded scene at ho and then stared straight at Kardesia, letting out a joyful cheer.
“Sister!”
“I’m back, Putana!”
Kardesia ran to the door and picked up her little sister in a hug. The two blonde girls’ laughter was remarkably similar. “Did you finally break out?” “Why does everyone say that when they see ?! I ca out through normal procedures!”
They spun around in the hall for a while, and the girl in the hat excitedly introduced everyone: “Putana Spencer, my own sister! She was too young back then to have visited the Capital of the Sky, so you haven’t t…what’s wrong with you two?”
Qin Qianbai and Shiyu Ling’s expressions were quite remarkable, the latter kept mouthing words to signal the high school girl to be quiet.
Putana pointed at them and let out a delighted scream.
“You’re a magic princess!”
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“So you really told a high school girl that you’re a magic princess?”
“I didn’t, Shiyu Ling said it.”
“She claid to be a gunslinger from a deathmatch.”
“That was you, too.”
Squatting at Spencer’s doorstep were two sullen won, while Gongsun Ce stood behind them, unable to suppress a mischievous grin. He was pleased that this ti it wasn’t he who was socially awkward; indeed, it seed the Spencers had a powerful mysterious force that occasionally made everyone around them curl their toes in embarrassnt.
Tonight’s dinner was especially grand because the couple not only had to entertain their daughter’s friends but also thank her benefactors. Shiyu Ling repeatedly explained to try to convince the couple that there was no need for such a pompous display, because as a close relative of a high-risk superpower user, Putana was surely under the agents’ secret protection; nothing major would happen even without a chance encounter.
“Gongsun Ce, how do agents usually handle this kind of situation?” Alpholda asked.
With experience, Gongsun Ce replied: “The approach here is quite rough. They’re used to letting the unfortunate kids plunge into dangerous situations and then stage a heroic united-front entrance at the critical mont—you know, it makes the kids more likely to rember the lesson.”
“Thank goodness the silly girl isn’t under those idiots’ care.”
This reinforced the Spencer couple’s resolve to express their gratitude to the benefactors.
Gongsun Ce ate to the point of bloating tonight, and he had to go out for a walk to ease his mind. Inside, Putana was still gossiping about “who Brother Gongsun is dating,” a topic that forced the magic princesses to flee to the courtyard. The streetlights ca on early before nightfall, and from the distant chasm, lava surged endlessly, painting the night sky with fiery clouds. Gongsun Ce savored the night breeze, feeling extraordinarily calm.
Even he felt that today’s schedule was chaotic; in the morning, he was contemplating the church and overall battle strategy, yet by afternoon he was visiting a friend’s house, chatting about mundane matters. He felt a bit guilty thinking about it; with a formidable enemy looming and tensions high, he should have been using this ti for more important, aningful work…yet he felt no irritation during his visit. He wished to keep idly chatting and distancing himself from trouble forever.
“What are you thinking about?” Yan Qi approached, picking his teeth.
“I should have been focusing on planning my revenge,” Gongsun Ce confessed, “but I played the whole afternoon.”
“If you’re so keen on revenge, why don’t you practice?”
“I can’t…I just can’t calm my mind!”
Yan Qi gave an amused look: “Oh, you can’t calm your mind for practice, but there’s no problem when chatting and goofing off with your buddies?”
Gongsun Ce was taken aback by this remark, but Yan Qi didn’t continue. He walked to the door, spat out his toothpick, and gestured: “Let’s go.”
“To do what?”
“It’s night. Ti to do what you truly care about!”
As Gongsun Ce was about to conjure so Nirvana Fla to burn the toothpick, he noticed it spontaneously combusting. It turned to ash without warning, and then a fiery red dot erged on the pavent, a fist-sized little creature slowly crawling up from underground.
It had streamlined dark red armor, small eyes on each side of its bullet-like body, resembling an insect.
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