Chapter 1103: Chapter 769: Selling Dog Meat [02] Miracle_3
For them, it’s just a story.
They can choose to believe it.
Or choose not to believe it.
Believing or not doesn’t affect them much. After all, even if they live out their lives, they may never encounter such a person.
However, the world is vast and full of wonders, what if such a group of extraordinary people really exists in some corner?
It’s hard to say.
"According to the development of this story," Nora Scott suddenly chuckled, speculating, "won’t the so-called ’Secret of Lanel City’ be ’Immortality’ and ’Clairvoyance’?"
"...At the meeting, someone indeed guessed that," Fátima laughed, "but it’s too far-fetched, so no one took it seriously."
"..."
It really is quite far-fetched.
"Alright, the story is over, is your curiosity satisfied?" Fátima asked.
Nora Scott didn’t speak, looked up at the sky, and saw the stars crowded in the night sky, the stars scattered, brilliant and dazzling.
There was no moon.
She fell backward, lying on the car hood, with her hands crossed behind her, pillow for her head.
"Easton definitely knows." Nora Scott looked at the starry sky, "If such extraordinary people and things exist, why didn’t he fight for a chance for himself?"
Fátima turned her head to look at her.
After a moment, she lay down beside Nora Scott, just like Nora Scott, with her hands behind her head.
"Defying the laws of nature, who knows what kind of price it would incur." Fátima said thoughtfully.
"True."
Nora Scott lightly echoed.
She frowned, then relaxed.
She let go.
"Hall Master!"
At this moment, someone rushed over and, seeing the two on the car hood, quickly stopped.
Nora Scott paused, glanced at him, then sat up, bent one leg, with her elbow resting on her knee, and raised her eyebrow to ask, "What’s up?"
"That group of intellectuals is protesting," the man reported.
Nora Scott was well aware.
However, Fátima was puzzled, so she asked, "Protest what?"
"Well," the man glanced at Fátima, unsure if Nora Scott would approve his answer, but noticing the two-star-three-bar insignia on Fátima’s collar, he quickly replied, "The Hall Master wants to set rules; now that the mealtime is over, that group of intellectuals wants to eat, but they can’t, so they’re making a fuss."
Actually, he left out one detail.
The external aid team first went to Maze Village and retrieved their equipment, utterly exhausted, thinking they could have a delicious meal upon return, only to be told that they missed mealtime and wouldn’t be served food.
The group of starving intellectuals immediately couldn’t bear it, cursing and throwing tantrums continuously.
Causing quite a commotion.
—It’s really hard to underestimate the explosive power of a hungry person.
—Moreover, there’s a group of them here.
So he hurried to report the situation to Nora Scott.
However, he feared Fátima might think Nora Scott was too extreme, so he held back part of the story, trying not to offend anyone while speaking the truth.
As a result—
"This is easy to handle," Fátima raised an eyebrow, enthusiastically offering advice, "Let them rant, don’t give them a single bite. Whoever makes the biggest fuss, note it down, don’t provide meals tomorrow as well. If they can’t persist, let them leave; if they can persist, stick to the rules. People who need a lesson can be managed with a few meals."
The man: "..."
You are truly a soulmate of our Hall Master.
"Hall Master..."
The man tentatively looked at Nora Scott.
Nora Scott raised her hand, "Listen to my little master sister."
The man: "..."
So they’re from the same sect.
Sorry for the interruption.
"Yes!"
The man responded and swiftly retreated, going to advise Rosie Sullivan on how to block the group of ravenous people.
"Weren’t you supposed to handle things your way?" Fátima turned to Nora Scott and asked, "Why did you pick a fight with that group?"
In front of outsiders, Fátima would unconditionally support Nora Scott.
But in private, she would definitely say a few words.
"Well." Nora Scott straightforwardly said, "...This is just my usual style."
Fátima: "..." Oh, I forgot you’re a troublemaker.
"And," after a pause, Nora Scott made efforts to justify her capriciousness, "I arranged a series of tasks for them to do. Tired and hungry, they won’t have time to think about other things."
—Even if Alexander Vaughn personally infiltrated the external aid team, she could suppress him with this set of high-intensity work so he wouldn’t have the time or energy to plot against her.
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