mtl008 Chapter 402 Poking the Cake
Chapter 402 Poking the Cake
“It looks like Destian is about to be wiped out. Those Quark people with healing magic should be very happy.”
He wanted to see it, and of course she didn't stop him.
"It seems our kind elders are preparing to take in a group of stranded magical beings again." Propping her head in her hand, her gaze fixed on him, impossible to ignore, "Do you know Elder Laikos?"
Miya Xing nodded hesitantly.
“Really? You know him? A very important elder associated with magic and healing.” She twirled her long hair. “How did you record his story?”
“Oh,” Miya Xing opened her mouth but before she could say anything, she was interrupted, “I almost forgot, different times can’t be used as much of a reference.”
"Elder Laikos, do you possess healing magic?" The belated voice was filled with hesitation.
Suddenly, Huangwu leaned closer and pinched his cheek:
"Who knows? This elder is notoriously bad at magic."
Poor healing and magical abilities.
"Doesn't that make him seem even more amazing?"
Who would dare to touch a sore spot for a high-ranking elder?
"But compared to this important figure, I think you'd rather hear something else."
"what?"
She moved very close, and Miya Xing understood what this action meant.
This often means that something about him is about to appear that will amuse her.
"What does this have to do with me?" He reached out and touched her face, his movements a little stiff, but she cooperated by pressing her face against his.
She moved too fast.
Miya Xing wanted to pull her hand back.
The abrupt action clearly indicates who it was.
"Is this what they call a poor imitation?"
“Maybe it’s even funnier than Dong Shi,” he said, taking the opportunity to withdraw his hand.
Forget it.
He's not good at this kind of thing; practice is completely different from imagination.
It will only invite ridicule.
“It has something to do with you.” She was in a very good mood. “Mr. Mia Star Stan.” She pronounced his name strangely. “What a coincidence, there’s an Elder Stan in the Elders’ Council. It seems he’s about to be dismissed by the Elders’ Council.”
Elder?
He didn’t recall any of his family members mentioning that any of his ancestors had worked in the Presbyterian Church.
All I knew was that my great-grandfather had some issues with the Presbyterian Church, and that I had recently learned that he might have done something for the Presbyterian Church.
"What's even more coincidental is that Mr. Stan of the Presbyterian Church and Mr. Stan, whom you call your great-grandfather, not only share the same surname, but they also share the same first name."
"It's a coincidence."
Every time he brought up work-related matters, his great-grandfather would exclaim "bad luck!"
Perhaps in this day and age, with limited development of magical artifacts, possessing mind-reading magic would easily lead to being ostracized by the elders.
Everyone has their own little secrets they don't want others to know.
"Do you know why he almost got fired by the elders?"
But the serious words "being dismissed" sound like something to do with a serious mistake. What did my great-grandfather do?
“I don’t know,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’m not an elder of the Quark Clan.”
After saying that, she looked at him with a smile and said, "Isn't this because I care about you? I finally managed to catch some rumors that you wanted to hear, and I immediately brought them to 'please' you?"
Before she could even get a good look at Miya Xing's reaction, she went back and sat up straight: "Darling, our guest has arrived."
The door opened half a minute later, and the young man, dressed in special clothing to prevent the spread of radiation, was undoubtedly an Aurora Tribe member.
"I……"
She casually interrupted, as if not noticing, and handed him the water: "Have you thought it through? After all, the operation is dangerous."
She began by expressing her concern for her partner.
Miya Xing only heard a pot of bad water bubbling and gurgling.
"They might be labeled as colluding with the Dark Clan."
Mentioning this small harm, the desolate place sighs:
"There's nothing we can do. Those Quark people just love to humiliate those they look down on by categorizing them as Dark People. Sigh—even though the Aurora Clan is cleaning up the universe for them."
Many in the Aurora Clan of the Quark Tribe are dissatisfied with the status quo, and this young man is their representative.
"It doesn't matter!" the young man chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Anyway, our Aurora Clan's status is already bad enough."
They could walk in normal clothes, but they have to wear such clumsy clothes because of other people's unfounded dislike.
Outside, I can only do cleaning work, and I have to smile at everyone.
Even though their aurora radiation energy is far more useful than many of the quark race's spells, the elders forbade them from using it for anything other than cleaning.
“That’s true.” She spoke with a sympathy that even outsiders couldn’t bear to watch. “Sigh, after this operation, I don’t think anyone in the entire Quark Clan will look down on the Aurora Clan for only being fit to clean up the streets here.”
With the atmosphere built up, Huangwu naturally produced a magic contract: "This is provided by our side. Of course, if you brought your own, we can sign two copies."
The young man hesitated, then slowly pulled out a piece of paper.
It was a low-level magical contract, and Huangwu knew at a glance that she could afford to break it.
Pity.
She's here to sign a proper contract this time.
“Okay.” She handed over her copy, exchanging it with him. After receiving it, she only glanced at it before handing the contract to Mi Yaxing, making her meaning clear.
She usually skims through things quickly and isn't good at looking at such detailed things.
The contract was signed smoothly, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief as he left.
"I never thought that moonstone could be used to make this."
Moonstone comes in many colors and is the best material for storing energy. It becomes transparent and invisible under certain starlight.
The bracelet he gave her was made of moonstone.
"Huh? Why didn't I think of that? Isn't that what it's used for?"
“No…” Miya Xing didn’t know what to say, so she just let it go.
Since no starlight shines into the Quark night, there is no need to worry about the Moonstone becoming transparent and exposing its aurora radiation.
Yes, aurora radiation.
The Aurora Clan dared to agree to the contract so easily and hastily because they didn't need to do anything else except store some aurora energy in a statue made of moonshadow stone.
"The statue was transported by Yin Sen. After we finished signing this document, we need to do something else."
"Break down those statues?"
"Yes~, the Ghostly and Soul-Summoning areas outside the main city will be handled by the Guimo and Soul-Summoning teams, but the main city can only be left to me."
"Wait a minute." He quickly grabbed her wrist. "Aren't we going to make some plans?"
"Plan?" she asked, puzzled. "The plan is to sneak in, break the statue, get... um—"
She swayed unsteadily, and Miya Xing's face turned pale.
"It's nothing," she said after a while, waving her hand and leaving his embrace. "The Emperor had something to discuss with me. He was speaking very loudly, and it made me dizzy."
Miya rarely felt the urge to roll her eyes like this.
Rather than being annoyed by the Dark Emperor, he now preferred to tie her up and force her to absorb his power.
"What kind of look is that?" Huangwu noticed it but didn't ask any further questions.
"nothing."
Ha, of course she's too lazy to ask any more questions. She's probably thinking about how to torture herself to death so she can complete the Dark Emperor's task as soon as possible and satisfy him.
With the echoes of the Dark Emperor's words still lingering in her mind, Huangwu failed to notice Miyaxing's bad mood. By the time she had the energy to pay attention, Miyaxing had already recovered on her own.
They disguised themselves as Soli and infiltrated the main city.
People wanted to avoid the Solli people at all costs. They were just wearing the same clothes, attracting attention and strange looks from the crowd, while the inspections were carried out roughly and quickly.
He couldn't say for sure if there was any undercover agent involved.
"We need to wait for the right opportunity." After infiltrating the main city, they found a corner to dispose of their conspicuous clothes and then disguised themselves as ordinary Quark people.
No, there is only one person disguised as an ordinary quark; Miya Star was originally an ordinary quark.
“The elders of the Destian tribe will be visiting the Quark tribe in the next few days for some exchanges.” In a private room at the dessert shop, she ordered some things haphazardly. “We should try to avoid ordering from them until they leave.”
"why?"
It was supposed to be an exchange, but it was actually a rescue operation.
But after the Dark Clan caused a ruckus with Aurora Radiation, would the Quark Clan residents, who generally hold an arrogant attitude towards other races, really agree to let the Elders take in the Destians?
Where did the strained relationship between Quark and Destian originate?
“The Grand Elder of Destian is no ordinary person.” She never viewed enemies with arrogance. “Perhaps he really can come up with a solution. I didn’t come here specifically to promote friendly exchanges between the two races.”
He said it was "maybe," but his attitude was very certain.
"You've only met her a few times, and you already know she's not simple?"
"Hmm~" she said smugly.
"What we're doing now is detrimental to the Quark race. This 'future' Quark elder, don't you have anything you'd like to do?"
Miya Xing just smiled and said, "We're not at the same time."
He didn't say anything more, nor did he think anything more.
"Hiss—" She poked the little cake all over the place. "Am I really no different from 'her'?"
“Yes, that’s right, Stand Master,” he said with remarkable ease, using the strange combination of terms of address. He even pulled the cake aside to stop her from eating it. “I came here specifically for you; nothing else matters.”
Not that much else.
The cake was so badly poked that it fell apart and gradually became a disgusting sight.
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone languid. "I think it's quite important that you don't let me poke the cake."