Chapter 832: Chapter 669: Why Is Miss Laughing?
But even with guidance, I have to fully digest the inheritance first.
Chun switched back to his main account and checked the progress of the four books. They’ve been reviewed twice already and still increase his Druid profession experience, which means he hasn’t fully absorbed them. He needs to keep reading. Only when he gains no experience will he graduate fully.
That’s when he’ll go out and explore the Dragon Sleep Divine Hall.
However, speaking of which, his soul has been out-of-body for over a night; shouldn’t he go take a look?
Yeah, when the time comes, he won’t wander around, but will directly pick up his teammates for more reading, and then return himself.
The key is that when I get back, they better not mess with this puppet of mine. If anyone does, let President Zhou punish them...
...
In the game, it’s 7 AM.
The Ten Lords Chat Group is filled with morning greetings.
Sariel called out, "Where’s Gabriel?"
Butler: "The lady stayed up all night and rested at 5 in the morning."
Sela chuckled: "It’s her first all-nighter, not an easy feat. I went to bed at 3 after finishing tasks with Amy, couldn’t stay with her till the end."
Sariel was rather disappointed: "Without watching Chun’s injected 30 times live, the day feels much less fun."
Michael sighed: "What about Uriel?"
Butler: "Mr. Uriel is still asleep."
Michael was resigned: "Alright, then the main program for this morning is the performance of the four City Flowers."
Sariel was quite excited: "I’m at the City Flower Mansion, just waiting for her to sleep in and get knocked on the door by the butler!"
Sela laughed: "I’ve been at the Black Iron City Flower Mansion for a while now. It’s strange though, this guy called the Fishing Immortal from the Divine Presence Corps has been standing at the mansion gate for two days. Does he think this is a fishing spot?"
Sariel snorted: "Fishing requires patience, let alone the Divine Team aiming for the City Flower, a big catch like that."
Sela snorted: "He’s overthinking it."
Metatron felt a bit tense: "Tifa has been quite cooperative. She wants to see if she’d get such grand treatment for falling ill. But I’m worried..."
Raphael said: "The butler is going upstairs. Get ready!"
Four live feeds, four screams sounded!
Ready Sariel, Raphael, and Metatron rushed upstairs without delay.
Sela, due to her identity, could only listen from outside the door.
When asked by the butler, Eve responded with a fright: "I had a nightmare where threads from a demonic puppet wrapped around my hands and feet, and an evil dragon took the chance to breathe black fire at me..."
Remia appeared forced to calm down!
Tifa screamed exaggeratedly!
As for Fafnir, no one knew.
The butlers immediately responded, ringing the bell to call for doctors...
Within ten minutes, the Silver City Lord and Lady, Silver Bishop Sherlock, and the doctor quickly arrived at the Silver City Flower Mansion to visit. Then reporters gathered outside. Although the presence wasn’t as grand as at the Oak City Flower, people from both the political and religious sides still came. Sariel could accept this.
In Gem City, it was the City Lord Lady, academy professors, doctors, and reporters who arrived. No one from the political or religious sectors came, and Raphael was furious.
In Bronze City, a crowd of young motorcyclists in eccentric outfits and hairstyles were honking loudly outside the mansion, claiming to give courage to their idol for an exorcism! Metatron was almost in tears, feeling as if his own daughter was surrounded by a group of rowdy fans.
Among them, the most anxious was Sela, who waited ten minutes until the doctor arrived.
Boop!
Even Metatron, the saddest, couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "Wild City Flower Fafnir!"
Sela huffed: "Better than your blonde-haired City Flower. And yes, indeed, wild."
Michael laughed: "After all, Black Iron City was originally designed to allow ordinary players the freedom to mine low-level ores. We don’t interfere, and Fafnir uses the idol standard template, so not standing out is normal."
Sela was anxious: "What’s normal about it? Even her parents and reporters didn’t show up!"
Michael laughed: "Anyway, this gave us a baseline for the City Flower’s status, making up for overlooked details from before. Now, let’s see how the press responds."
Soon, a doctor appeared at the Black Iron City Flower Mansion.
Sela used her privileges to block him: "Doctor, what happened to Miss Fafnir?"
The doctor replied in surprise: "Nothing much, the lady just pulled a muscle practicing swordplay last night. I simply applied a warm compress."
Sela was dumbfounded: "Wasn’t it a nightmare?"
The doctor was impatient: "No! Ma’am, I’m busy."
Michael was stunned: "What’s going on? She promised to have a nightmare too; how did she end up with a muscle strain?"
Sela wondered: "Could it be that the soul connection between the Heroic Spirit Hall’s clone and her true self wasn’t clear, and she remembered wrong?"
Michael frowned: "It’s possible. She might perceive experiences from the Heroic Spirit Hall as mere dreams. Unlike the other three City Flowers, who were convinced in person by Sariel, Mei, and Raphael, leading to different execution levels."
Soon, the press report was out, instantly creating a sensational reaction interconnected with yesterday’s incident of Liya’s nightmare.
Newsboys quickly delivered morning papers to the Black Iron City Flower Mansion, and the butler came out first to get them.
The Fishing Immortal trembled: "Mr. Butler, any developments in the case?"
The butler nodded seriously: "Yes, still investigating. You need to be patient."
The Fishing Immortal nodded: "Understood!"
And squatted back down at the side.
Seeing his silly appearance, Sela’s gloomy mood eased slightly.
Just then, Fafnir appeared on the balcony, clearly seeing Sela and waved: "Miss Sheila!"
Ah, she’s calling me!
The butler opened the door: "Ma’am, please come in!"
Sela was very excited, although her pursuit of the City Flower wasn’t aiming for as much prestige, her identity was inherently that of an infiltrator from an opposing faction, so expectations weren’t set high.
Fafnir, with a white bandage wrapped around her arm, came downstairs to greet her: "Miss Sheila, have you had breakfast yet?"
Sela showed concern: "Not yet, and your injury, miss?"
Fafnir laughed: "Just a minor thing, very normal. Let’s have breakfast together."
Sela felt honored: "It’s an honor."
Then the butler began serving food, and Fafnir started reading the newspaper, immediately laughing and spitting out her tea: "Hahahaha~~~"
Sela asked, having been sprayed on the face: "Miss, what’s so funny?"
Fafnir, took a while to catch her breath: "I’m laughing at those three latching onto Liya’s spotlight, it’s utterly embarrassing and ridiculous..."
Sela’s heart trembled: "Michael, she totally played those three!"
Sariel, Raphael, and Metatron were fuming: "This Bitch is too cunning!"
Sela was infuriated: "This is my baby, don’t you dare call her a Bitch!"
Michael, however, felt he’d also been tricked: "Is this still the standard template?"
Sela laughed heartily: "I don’t care, the smarter she is, the more I love her!"
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