kvmb Chapter 394 Whose Bad Luck Is It?
Chapter 394 Whose Bad Luck Is It?
In all honesty, he truly did not intend to bring bad luck upon anyone.
Although this woman looks very similar to a spinning top from every angle, it is extremely presumptuous to address a woman, especially one whom you cannot afford to offend, in this way.
To be so presumptuous as to endanger my life.
However, he simply searched the scene with his naked eye, found someone with low magical ability, and used his mind-reading ability to analyze the situation so he could decide whether to stay and watch the show or run away immediately or risk his life.
Who knew that this seemingly innocent girl, despite her magical appearance, was actually more arrogant than anyone else?
She kept making a spinning sound in her mind, and as the spinning sound became more and more frequent, he started making the same sound too, his brain unable to keep up with his broken mouth.
"Calm down! Madam!" The spinning top, with that fierce look, was about to be whipped like a top. "This beautiful lady..."
Eh?
The movements are somewhat slow?
There is a play!
"This lady is so beautiful that she could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face in shame."
Handsome and brilliant young Stan, it's time for you to activate your precious brain and unleash all the words of praise.
"Please forgive my unintentional offense just now." He forgave him, not because he judged by appearance, but because he found it hard to praise someone who looked so disheveled, as if he had just vomited for three days and three nights and hadn't even had time to wipe his mouth clean before appearing there.
Before Ms. Spinning Top could say anything and remove the knife from his life, a commotion broke out on the other side, and he immediately jumped up on the spot.
It turned out that the Elf Lord had first given them a sum of money—
The desolation is no longer an obstacle.
Another sum of money was given—
Ah San's anger subsided considerably, and his rationality returned. He glanced around, his eyes darted about, and a cold sweat broke out. He quickly led his men away.
Seeing that no fight had broken out in the shop and that he no longer had to worry about the bullies coming to his door, the shop owner thanked the cult leader profusely, repeatedly mentioning that he would definitely pay more money every month in the future.
With the main conflict resolved, Mingmo glanced at the desolate wasteland, then at Miya Star, and finally at the person confronting Yinsen with a half-smile. He said nothing, but Huanhun spoke:
"Great-grandfather?"
Everyone heard the sound clearly.
Everyone knew who made that sound and who it was directed at.
Everyone knew then, and all eyes turned to this side. How could Ms. Spinning Top not know?
How could he not know?
Could it be that the person being called "great-grandfather" at the center of this attention is actually this Ms. Spinning Top?
Ms. Spinning Top's facial expressions changed repeatedly, appearing strange and unusual.
He quickly jumped away, crying out that he was innocent and claimed that he was unmarried and young. Then he urged his gaze to rush towards Mi Yaxing one after another.
Hey bro, say your lines!
He doesn't need to explain; anyone with eyes can see that he's not old enough to have great-grandchildren.
"I admit my mistake."
Miya Xing spoke the words as he wished.
His innocence has been proven; he has been cleared of all charges.
"Of course it's impossible to get it right!" He flicked his hair, rested his elbow against the wall, and then held his hair to his forehead. "Young friend, please don't mistake relatives again. It would be bad if the lady I'm pursuing heard this and it caused unnecessary trouble."
“…I’m sorry.” Miya Xing looked away, finding it hard to connect this person with her stern and unsmiling great-grandfather.
After graduating, he returned home and met his elderly and eccentric great-grandfather.
Grandpa took out a photo album covered in five layers of thick dust, and in the photos he saw his great-grandfather looking young.
Huangwu was still counting her money when Mingmo glanced at her and then said to Yinsen, "Don't waste time with unimportant people. Come and sit down."
The gloomy duchess had already calmed down considerably, but she was unwilling to leave like this. She also didn't want to sit down voluntarily, as that would make it seem like she really wanted to sit there.
The kind words and gestures offered her a way out, and she reluctantly walked over.
Stan, who had been ignored, took the opportunity to slip away.
What are we doing here now that the excitement is over?
Are you waiting to be chopped into mincemeat by magic?
Of course he knew these people were from the Dark Clan. With their thick aura and arrogant demeanor, even a blind man would know to run away if he got too close.
Thank goodness! Seeing a large group of people surrounding him, he momentarily forgot that this place didn't belong to the Quark Clan and was a chaotic mess.
That's right, he's not blind. He's already doing enough by casually putting on a cool act for a while; none of these guys are easy to mess with individually. Why would he go over there?
One person can take on everyone?
him?
real or fake?
There aren't even enough sandbags to go around!
"Huh? Why did I come to such a chaotic place?"
Of course it's not because they're bored.
He came with a mission.
So what is the task?
The mission is to persuade the leader of the Shengwu Cult to sign a magical contract with the Elders' Council to prevent the Shengwu Cult from siding with the Dark Clan.
So, going back to the beginning, why did he choose that path?
It's a mission!
He imagined that if someone happened to pass by at that moment, they would surely see a handsome man standing in the street, remorsefully muttering, "It's a mission!!!"
He followed an apostate in an attempt to find a way to meet the leader or high priest.
But that cult member was too good at walking.
As he walked along, he kept thinking, "Is this person trying to prove something through his own actions?"
This proves that Quark Star is actually a sphere.
This spirit of inquiry is clearly not something everyone possesses.
For example, him—
There isn't.
Once I realized I didn't have the spirit to prove that the ball was spherical, fragmented thoughts began to piece together the word "give up".
Is it absolutely necessary to start with two ordinary elves to complete this task?
Is there really no other way?
The thought of "giving up" became increasingly prominent in his mind, and he decided to let himself go.
The moment the decision was made, excitement came knocking.
The moment the excitement began, his life was in grave danger.
Sitting by the roadside, smoking a cigarette, I tilted my head back at a 45-degree angle and looked straight up at the sky.
"After me, the two elves seemed to be the ones who went in to watch the commotion and then resolved it."
Since they are elves and so wealthy, they must not be the close-knit leader and high priest of the Shengwu Sect.
That can't be right.
Being alone with someone from the Dark Clan can't be a discussion of cooperation, right?
"Alas, what's done is done."
Since things have come to this, let's spend some money to have some fun first, and then go back to the Elders' Council to discuss the matter of eradicating the uneducated people that he has always wanted to promote.
No way.
He has largely forgotten his personal opinions and is inclined to follow the opinions of other elders, striving to live up to the expectations of the council and facilitate cooperation.
Alas, despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop them; I was just a step too late.
Walking along the main road, humming a little tune, occasionally letting out a mournful sigh: "Oh, my luck!"
oops~
What bad luck!
The warm coins were carefully packed away. Huang Wu looked up, and the entire inn was quiet: "Did a Quark just swagger in?"
“Yes,” Huanhun nodded, “she even swaggered out.”
"What Quark race?" The gloomy duchess was out of it. "Just now... he was a Quark race?!"
He slammed his hand on the table, causing the table and plates to tremble and make a sound.
Why didn't you tell me?!
“Work in the Elders’ Council,” Huanhun said, ignoring the grim duchess’s anger, as he took a sip of water. “The Quark elders have been discussing the growing Church of No Life.”
The sinister duchess let out a piercing roar: "You're just going to let an elder leave like this?!"
He gestured for silence from the eerie atmosphere. Dark Night and the two elves were still discussing cooperation upstairs, giving Desolation a brief opportunity to speak without raising his voice:
"Well, our dear Elder Vance is still a proponent of war on this matter."
The Soul Caller put down his cup: "In what matters is he a pacifist?"
"Signing a magical contract with the Dark Clan~"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them smiled in unison, but Yin Sen felt inexplicably annoyed.
"Don't worry, it's a win-win situation, why bother?" As always, Huangwu comforted her with his good temper.
"The pro-war faction has gotten the result he wanted. If the Shengwu Sect doesn't want to face annihilation and its leader becoming a test subject, it will have no choice but to cooperate with our Dark Clan. Alas, what bad luck."
"What? What?" The gloomy duchess grew increasingly annoyed. "How could such a big matter be decided by Dark Night alone? Wasn't he going upstairs to buy some lousy incense?"
“Yes.” Huangwu blinked.
“The more urgent the situation, the more favorable the terms will be for us.” Huanhun no longer wanted to talk to the gloomy duchess who was in an abnormal emotional state. “However, we are afraid that we will all miscalculate.”
The two elves had long been based here, and their followers were numerous and obedient, so they would not have missed the elders' message that someone would be sent.
That high priest, who remained quiet and unassuming throughout, was no ordinary person.
The gloomy duchess had just calmed down a bit and roughly figured out what the summoning of souls was about, but the surprise on her face didn't even have time to show before it was suppressed by the second half of the sentence.
She was about to get angry when desolation interrupted her.
"Oh dear, don't talk nonsense. We didn't scheme anything!" Huangwu laughed innocently. "It's just that we were upset and wanted to say something to cheer her up."
"what--"
Another empty seat appeared, and Desolate shrugged helplessly: "Our pistachio has spun away."