Desline held a cup noodle and sipped the soup while watching William showcase his speech skill.
It must be said, such behavior, although contrary to gentlemanly character,
was necessary under these circumstances if one wanted to erase the barriers, even the hatred, and re-establish a connection with Lorrian, relying on this special set of skills and thods.
Moreover, Lorrian’s current progress had, to so extent, surpassed the boundaries of the Old World if a good relationship wasn’t established now, it would be very difficult later.
Desline continued to imrse herself in the deep experience of drinking soup, no longer paying attention to the situation at the dining table.
After waiting for about five minutes,
during which Lorrian continually stared into William’s eyes with his Moon Eyes, trying to detect any impurities.
After confirming multiple tis that no impurities had erged, Lorrian asked again,
"What kind of performance do you need
to cooperate with? How many performances are required? Can you list how much of my ti this would approximately consu?"
William didn’t answer directly but threw out another question, "I can’t be specific about that, as the exact number of performances will depend on their effect.
If the scale is big enough and the effect good enough, perhaps one performance could suffice.
Moreover, the performance must take place in the Old World, which will definitely delay your Moon project, Lorrian. Speaking of which, with your capabilities now, you should be able to miniaturize the Moon and carry it with you, right?
Why not just bring the Moon along and join in? That way, you could manage both the performance and the Moon, couldn’t you?"
"You really have so wild ideas, wanting
to bring the entire Moon to join a circus... Well, William! Even though I don’t know what you are thinking, I do indeed have a demand for such food.
However, this demand isn’t entirely crucial.
You’re one of the chief mbers of the circus, so you must have quite a few subordinates, right?
How about a competition? If your subordinates can beat mine, I will agree to this deal and join your departnt as an external expert on the Moon after my research at the sea ends.
If you lose, you figure out a way to get
five-figure instant noodles."
William showed a worried face, "Subordinates... My departnt was just established not long ago, and I haven’t recruited many people. But since it’s a request from you, Lorrian, I’ll accept. By the way, when and where will this competition take place?"
"Right here, and it can start now. We can continue to dine and watch a fine Moonlit show;
isn’t that perfect?"
"Lorrian, you wouldn’t be thinking of putting Miss Fana in the competition, would you?"
"Fana was my very first creation and has always been by my side as a Non-Normality patient, especially during the initial ti when I left the Twilight Clinic and was physically weak. It was all thanks to Fana’s company and care.
She has always been with
and has also grown with . She was one of the first to undergo ’Chaos Transformation.’
This decision that will impact how the Moon progresses for a while must naturally be undertaken by her, right, Fana?"
The female doctor did not speak but nodded by shaking her tal fra.
"Just a mont..."
William inserted his pinkie into his ear and after twiddling it around, he pulled out a glob that looked like a snot worm. Within a very short ti, the glob evolved into a human form, its scattered eyes flitted about, displaying great intelligence.
"Ah~oh, boss... sorry, you said there was no need to move for a long ti, so I went sleeping! What’s the situation now?"
"Nothing much, just have a match with this Doctor Fana, try to win but no killing."
"Oh! This one, huh... such a strange physical structure, part of it is tal, looks quite fierce, I will do my best."
Nash began a series of simple stretching exercises, feeling very uncoordinated and not much different from a retard. He had been in a parasitic state for such a long ti he had almost forgotten how to be human.
Lorrian observed this independent parasite that did not rely on a host, his Moon Eyes imdiately noting the differences and hidden dangers, "Aren’t you going to introduce such an important mber, William?"
"Mahat J. Nash, the new vice-head of my departnt. Currently, it’s just the two of us along with my Candle Puppet managing the theater."
Lorrian gently caressed the central support fra of the female doctor, speaking very tenderly, "Fear Circus, truly worthy of its na. This parasite has killed countless, not easy to handle...Fana~ no pressure, winning or losing doesn’t matter, just don’t get hurt."
"Okay~"
Fana pursed her red lips, her condition nearly optimal since she had eaten the noodles, and the chaotic elents within her had stabilized.
She walked towards the distant shore in her deep red high-heels, stopping only after reaching two hundred ters away.
Nash trotted over, looking back midway and said with great concern, "This close a distance, won’t it affect your dining?"
"Just focus on what you have to do, don’t mind us."
"Oh! Alright! I will follow the boss’s instructions."
Nash turned his head back towards the female doctor, his aura instantly shifting as his expression began to twitch, "Ah~ Staying tucked in the boss’s skull felt wonderful, but I really am not suited for ’Parasite,’ this inability to move freely is just too awful.
Now is perfect, having such a special patient to help
stretch out and also to perform well in front of the boss.
"I’m sorry for the trouble, Miss Fana... It’s clear the boss cares about you, so I won’t kill you~"
Facing Nash’s superfast change of deanor and his annoying tone, the female doctor slightly turned her head aside, "Aren’t you going to attack?"
"No need, I don’t like to assu the initiative! Besides, I’m afraid I might accidentally kill you, hehe... Let
first test your strength;
bring it on!"
As soon as his words fell,
red high heels kicked straight ahead, boom! The direction of the kick tore a fissure dozens of ters long in the island.
The parts of Nash’s body that were hit, including his abdon, torso, and head, were all destroyed.
However,
even before the female doctor could withdraw her leg, Nash had completed ’superfast regeneration’,
and the high heel along with the part of the foot below the ankle of the female doctor were now stuck inside the upper half of Nash’s reconstructed body.
This scene also stunned the patrons dining nearby;
such regeneration was excessively dramatic.
With an unconcerned expression, Nash said, "Put more force into it, I can handle it!"
Feeling humiliated, the female doctor, using her right foot, which was stuck inside Nash, raised it upwards and tore Nash’s body into two halves again,
lifting her right foot to make a 180° angle with her other foot,
then like a heavy hamr, she slamd down, reducing Nash’s body to shredded at,
the imnse impact even causing the Silver Sea behind her to splash up a huge wave, completely soaking her body, with droplets sliding down the steel pipe.
But by the ti she blinked,
Nash was already standing in front of her again,
"Enough power, but lacking a bit in speed... Such direct attacks are useless against . Got any other moves? Co on~"
The female doctor was stunned;
she was actually not skilled in combat, more proficient in managing Lorrian’s physical condition and various surgical techniques, as after all, her essence was that of an infusion stand.
Although she had learned about combat during this period, she completely failed to comprehend the bizarre figure before her.
She turned her head towards Lorrian who was dining not far away, seemingly requesting sothing,
and with Lorrian’s nodding affirmation, so kind of chaotic chains hidden within the female doctor were released,
Click~ Click~ Click! A continuous sound of tal echoed,
the tal tubes that served as the spine of the female doctor’s torso showed cracks, and from these cracks, dense infusion tubes and needles, like hairs, erged.
A mass of sterilized infusion tubes with needles, like tentacles, crept and swayed in the air.
Among them, hundreds of main needles were inserted from the neck into the female doctor’s brain, injecting a chaos liquid foreign to this world while simultaneously providing support to the skull.
The original tal fras were replaced,
and the female doctor’s head floated in the air supported by infusion tubes, appearing insanely frantic,
An uncountable number of infusion tubes even wove a giant cross behind her - drawing blood from her lower body to flood the tubing, turning the cross red.
In such an extre chaotic pose, she displayed her doctor identity,
anwhile, above her head, a distorted living fra erged, silver yet full of rust spots.
[Forced Infusion - Fana Oligovich (Deep Red Cross)]
With a wave of her hand, countless infusion tubes shot towards Nash’s body, the mode of attack had completely transford,
Once the needles hit, various deadly and chaotic drugs would be injected into the body.
Just when they were about to hit, sothing suddenly flashed by, even many of those seated couldn’t see it clearly.
Whoosh!
A large number of broken tubes scattered across the beach,
Nash’s whole aura changed completely, endless killing intent surged from within him,
In his hand, he held a specially made dagger, the handle embedded with nurous miniaturized skulls, dense and swirling, ancient yet intricate.
Nash’s tongue also licked the surface,
"Such a nuisance...I even have to bring out the ’Hundred-Headed Slayer.’ With this, I might accidentally kill you."
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