mtl008 Chapter 121 Taj Radcani
Chapter 121 Taj Radcani
"who is it?!"
Taj's gaze sharpened instantly. He pushed the excited Murtada into the room, grabbed the spear from the corner of the wall, and questioned the person outside the door with a wary look.
As a disciplinary officer, he inevitably encounters many vicious and ruthless individuals, and it is not uncommon for them to resort to desperate measures, such as murder to silence witnesses.
He had to be more cautious about guests who arrived late at night.
"Senior Taj, are you there?"
Taj, holding a long spear, paused. The child's voice coming from outside the door sounded somewhat familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't find the corresponding face in his mind.
However, based on his experience, the voice did not seem to have any malicious intent.
Although his anxiety eased slightly, Taj remained vigilant. Holding his weapon, he slowly opened the door a crack.
"You are... a child from the Latazio family?"
The disciplinary officer narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Mu Feng who had appeared at his door without warning, his tone as solemn as ever.
"What do you need so late?"
Tajer put down his weapon, stepped aside slightly, and let the little uninvited guest into the room.
He had also heard of this genius, who was highly praised by the Church of Christ, and believed that as long as he did not violate academic taboos, he would surely have a place in the Church of Christ in the future.
Compared to his own somewhat rebellious son, even he sometimes had to marvel at Latazio's good fortune.
"Senior Taj, we need your help with something very important."
Mu Feng sat down on a stool in the center of Taj's living room, pretending not to see Murtada eavesdropping behind the door. He respectfully accepted the tea Taj offered and then spoke.
us?
The astute disciplinary officer quickly spotted the flaw in Mu Feng's words. He clearly heard the lone child in front of him refer to himself as "we".
Taj crossed his arms, his sharp gaze revealing a hint of seriousness.
"Do you know who I am?"
"as well as……"
"Besides you...who else is here?"
The disciplinary officer's voice suddenly turned stern, startling even Murtada, who was hiding behind the door.
"Please don't be nervous, Disciplinary Officer Taj."
Suddenly, Mu Feng's voice changed without warning, and his right eye's original light brown pupil was replaced by a lush green, radiating a soft light.
As a disciplinary officer with an exceptional memory, Taj was undoubtedly very familiar with the voice that had echoed in the meeting hall that morning.
"Lord Little Lucky Grass King?!"
"Ah! It's Lord Little Lucky Grass King!"
Compared to Taje's surprise and uncertainty, Murtada, upon hearing Nasida's voice, excitedly rushed out of the room, revealing a proud expression of having won a battle.
"Father, look! I told you!"
He wasn't fooling around; this was clearly a task personally assigned to him by the Little Lucky Grass King!
"Thank you for your help, little Murtada."
Nasita's lavish praise made Murtada even more proud. Looking at his son's smug expression, Taj felt a dull ache in his forehead.
"Murtada, you go back to your room first."
Murtada pursed his lips, but noticing his father's unusually unquestionable expression, he dared not disobey his orders at this moment.
"Good night, Lord Little Lucky Grass. Will you come again tomorrow night?"
"Murtada!"
"Seriously... I understand."
Seeing that her father seemed to be getting angry, Murtada grumbled and shuffled along in her slippers, reluctantly moving towards her room in order to avoid a lecture.
"If you go back to sleep now, I'd be happy to come back tomorrow and tell Murtada a few more stories."
Nasita's soft voice came from behind, and Murtada, reassured, instantly forgot her displeasure.
"It's a deal, Lord Little Lucky Grass King!"
After saying that, little Murtada rushed back to his room like a gust of wind and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
"Oh... I'm sorry to have made you laugh."
"As the disciplinary officer, I must be extra cautious with visiting guests. I apologize for my rudeness just now, Lord Little Lucky Grass King."
Taj sighed and rubbed his forehead. He never expected that his son, who was usually not very reliable, would one day receive special "care" from the gods.
"You have only done your job as a discipline officer, so please don't feel guilty about some red tape."
Noticing the restraint of the discipline officer in front of her, Nasita spoke up to comfort him.
After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, gods seem to be very far away from them.
"So... Lord Grass God's visit late at night,"
"What are your orders?"
Taje asked cautiously, his gaze secretly drifting toward Mu Feng, the "other half" who had been pretending to be invisible since the start of their conversation.
The child who was rumored to be favored by the Little Lucky Grass King now seems to be more than just a compliment.
But often, the line between genius and madness is very thin.
However, with Lord Little Lucky Grass King personally accompanying him, it seems that he was worrying too much.
……
Xumi, desert.
"Rafaño, is this the place you're talking about?"
Kavi's father wiped the sweat and sand from his face with difficulty, raised his head to look at the deep blue night sea and the twinkling stars in the sky, his tone filled with unimaginable excitement.
If he successfully completes this groundbreaking and great project, he will surely regain the recognition of the masters of the Minglun School.
He put his heavy baggage back on the ground, carefully placed the red berries and mourning flowers he had picked along the way into a small wicker bag in his backpack, and revealed a relieved smile.
Kavi will definitely love this gift.
"Rafaño?"
Kavi's father turned around in confusion. Behind him, apart from the undulating sand dunes and the swirling sandstorms in the distance, he could not see any of his companions who had traveled with him.
Did they get separated?
He didn't think much of it, but simply sat cross-legged on the top of the dune in a good spot, quietly waiting for the expected strange celestial changes to occur.
After all, as long as he waits at the agreed destination, Rafanio will always find his place.
"rustle………"
There seems to be some strange sound.
Perhaps it's the wind?
Kavi's father shook his head, took out his notebook and quill from his backpack, and stared intently at the star-studded night sky, ready to record the precious celestial data at any moment.
"Swish..."
The noise around him grew louder and louder, and he turned around impatiently, his pupils suddenly contracting.
A swarm of desert scorpions.
The massive desert scorpions seemed to be disturbed by something. They waved their gleaming pincers and stingers restlessly and swarmed toward his location like headless flies.
……