Chapter 829: Chapter 666: Uncovering the Hidden Princess
Coming to find Black Iron Flower Fafnir actually has some benefits; not only is she real and curses behind backs, but her Black Iron talent Chun is also locked up in Oak City and not in a good state. She’s definitely not happy about this, and when she’s unhappy, she’s bound to spill some useful information.
Moreover, Black Iron Flower is usually considered to be on the same level as Bronze Flower and Oak Flower. Once it’s discovered that Oak Flower’s strength far surpasses hers, her true dissatisfied nature will inevitably explode...
Michael transformed into a butler and arrived at Black Iron Flower’s mansion.
Fafnir was still regularly sweating profusely as she practiced her swordsmanship in the courtyard.
Michael sensibly prepared her favorite chilled red wine and a towel, waiting by the side.
Finally, Fafnir finished her sweaty sword routine and took the red wine for a hearty drink: "Not bad, another glass!"
Michael knew her temperament, and at this moment he shouldn’t comply with her wishes, he needed to persuade: "Miss, you can’t drink anymore."
Fafnir, only interested in wiping sweat, was too lazy to argue.
Michael seized the opportunity to stir things up: "Miss Fafnir, I heard that Oak City Beauty Miss Liya took to the streets for revenge against the Nightmare after resting for a day."
Fafnir replied irritably: "Oh, she got scared by a dream in the morning and it became big news with a pile of official church visits, and going out in the evening becomes news too?"
Exactly, that’s the explosive reaction needed!
Michael continued to fuel the fire: "But with her previous strength, she should have been helpless against the Nightmare. The current situation suggests her power surged, or perhaps she’s always been strong but kept a low profile."
Fafnir froze, her motion of wiping sweat came to an abrupt halt.
Great, a reaction!
Fafnir sat on a chair: "Wine!"
This time, her wish must be granted, and Michael filled a large glass.
Fafnir took a gulp: "Any more news?"
Michael went straight to the point, stirring things up: "The populace thinks Miss Liya’s demeanor is incredibly noble, noble and elegant, the first among the Five Cities!"
Fafnir spat out her wine, her tone changed: "Really elegant, huh? Always lowering herself for my mood, pretending to be on my level, is that it? Now she shows her true self, richer, nobler, and now far stronger than me, I don’t even know how to deal with the Nightmare~~ Haha~~"
Michael nervously said: "Miss, calm down, don’t be angry."
Fafnir got angry: "You came to tell me these things, how can I not be angry?"
The angrier she got, the more excited Michael became!
Michael pretended to panic: "I’m just updating you on the situation and trying to help you come up with a plan!"
Fafnir forcefully calmed her mood: "What plans do you have?"
Michael twisted his mouth into a lopsided grin, continuing his misleading: "Of course, it’s about enhancing demeanor! This is the easiest to improve right now—"
Fafnir was thoroughly enraged: "Butler, are you the one who’s drunk tonight?"
Michael genuinely feared she’d throw him out, and immediately apologized: "Sorry, I was overthinking out of concern."
Fafnir sighed: "Suppose I also claimed to be terrified by a nightmare tomorrow morning, would I also have a large group of officials and bishops come visit me?"
Michael suddenly realized he might have overlooked the biggest detail: "About that?"
Fafnir sighed: "I confidently think not. I wonder if Tifa, Remia, or Eve had the same nightmare, would they receive the same treatment? If not, then it implies we’re not even on the same level as Liya, no big deal, I’m at the bottom, but at least Tifa is with me, right?"
But she’s young!
Actually, at this point, Michael had already obtained a significant hint, but since Fafnir made such a strange request... arrangements must be made!!
Michael said: "Miss, I think you should try it! Sleep in tomorrow morning, and when you wake up, say you were also scared by a nightmare!"
Fafnir sprayed wine in anger again: "Are you intentionally trying to make a fool of me and get me laughed at?"
Michael said: "I believe the other City Beauties are also interested in Liya’s rapid power rise. I’ll orchestrate something, have them cooperate and play sick tomorrow morning, so if laughter ensues, it won’t just be at your expense!"
Fafnir laughed in anger: "What’s the point of doing this?"
"Of course, to see what level everyone is at! Also, if everyone’s made a fool, then Liya becomes a joke too, doesn’t she?"
Fafnir was quite tempted: "Sounds fun, huh? Then what’s our reason for the nightmare?"
"Let’s have a consistent reason, say it was encountering the Demonic Puppet and Nightmare Dragon!"
Fafnir laughed: "Alright, go arrange it. As long as the embarrassment isn’t just mine..."
...
The chat group was in an uproar!
Michael spoke solemnly: "Based on her hint, the answer seems to be that Gabriel initially set the City Beauty based on extreme nobility, but the intelligent system would logically complete the setting—what kind of person is ultimately the most noble?"
Gabriel blurted out: "Royalty? Princess?"
Raphael said: "If it’s royalty, then it explains why when she’s ill, so many high-level figures from both political and religious sectors would come to visit!"
Sariel was shocked: "If it’s royalty, then surely there’s a hidden Divine Artifact far superior to other City Beauties, perhaps even some Imperial bloodline, which explains her strength!"
Gabriel said in a trembling voice: "If indeed a royal status is forcibly given by the system, her coming to our city would likely spawn a massive storyline!"
Michael said: "We’ll consider this later! So, Raphael, Mei, Sariel, find your City Beauties and arrange for this late-rising, pretend-to-be-sick event, use Privileges if necessary, we need to see who among them is a hidden princess!"
The group laughed: "Understood!"
...
It was nearing noon.
Chun had already ventured deep into the Void, collecting 32 broken Dragon Souls along the way. Chun, by listening to the voices of these Dragon Souls entering the horn, continually upgraded his Expert-level Spiritual Perception. Perhaps the Crow Master was right, learning Dragon Language might not be necessary. But since dragons have a language, it’s worth learning if possible, and who knows how Nan’s progress is?
Moreover, Chun suddenly noticed there was a direction from which Dragon Souls were relatively densely coming.
So should he follow this direction all the way?
Chun thought it over and decided against it. First, he could miss out on the few Dragon Souls from other directions. Second, a concentration like this probably points to an Ancient Battlefield from a thousand years ago—a place likely dangerous, so he should avoid going too deep for now.
As the Queen let out another deep, resounding horn blast like a giant wheel, Chun suddenly noticed a large cluster of red dots flying out from the nebula ahead.
"What’s this?"
When the Queen finished blowing, she said: "Master, this should be the Void Poison Moths scared away; in the past, I too couldn’t handle these moths and had to run, but now I scared them away."
Chun recalled something: "Then won’t we scare off stronger Void Creatures along the way?"
The Queen laughed: "The idea that I could scare away those stronger than my kind before really entertains me."
Indeed! If everywhere they went was scared away, then the Void wasn’t intimidating at all, basically allowing them to go wherever they wanted.
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