Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 298 My Favorite Butler

The poison ivy is growing well.

Forgotten by everyone, no one came to give it a bigger bottle; it remained curled up in its original tiny bottle. Ginny picked it up and examined it closely, and was pleasantly surprised to find a splash of red.

Perhaps the plant's instincts sensed danger, for the red color was quickly concealed.

It was clearly too late.

"As long as we let it out, the fruit will grow quickly," Miya Xing concluded after taking a look.

Even if a natural outcome is not possible for the time being, it doesn't matter; they have plenty of unnatural methods.

He tossed the bottle at Genny and looked around.

The interior of the artificial hill felt very familiar to him.

But he was certain he hadn't been there.

And the poisonous vines in the bottle seemed to be afraid of him. After a short while in his hand, the poisonous vines tried their best to curl up where he wasn't holding them.

But he was also quite certain that he had no recollection of it.

Stop thinking, and stop dwelling on these memories that you can't recall right now.

The cultivation of poison ivy fruit was a great success, and despite being squeezed dry, the poison ivy still had a breath left, thanks to Genny's repeated insistence.

Most of it was destroyed by magic, leaving a small section soaked in a growth-inhibiting potion, which was then sealed just in case. Genny handed the bottle to Sprout.

The recipient's expression upon receiving the gift was quite interesting.

The gift-giver said smugly, "See? I remembered you saying you wanted a piece of flying poisonous vine!"

"I'm so... touched." Ya Ya took the bottle and immediately stuffed it into Mulan Huahua's hand. The other party was just recovering from a "serious illness" and had no power to resist.

"But it can't get out of the bottle, so it can't fly," Miya Xing explained appropriately for the clueless Kenny.

Magnolia flowers seemed to freeze as if they had been castrated, like a wooden puppet, before returning to normal.

"It's okay!" Just as Genny's idea was about to emerge, Sprout nipped the potential surprise in the bud. "I've seen plenty of flying poison vines lately, this is great!"

Genny felt a little disappointed.

He quickly regained his spirits.

"Oh right, Director Pa also asked me to express his gratitude to you! If you hadn't wanted the Poison Ivy before, he might have been dead this time."

Genny wore a look of "I've been a good friend, haven't I?" and every move he made was an effort to show that Director Pa's words were all thanks to his many kind words.

Ya Ya remained silent for a few seconds, but did not dampen her friend's enthusiasm: "Thank you so much."

She only mentioned it casually out of curiosity and didn't really want such a dangerous species.

I never imagined that Ginny would actually write it down, and then keep it in a dark corner until today, a day that isn't particularly special, and give it to her as a surprise.

Perhaps it can still be called a special day—the day the unlucky director recovered from a rare poison.

In the underground sewers, the gloomy duchess finished reading the report on the recent situation of Moe Academy handed to her by the dark soldier.

"The veterans haven't left yet. Principal Oss has strengthened the protective barrier, and the phone booths have been equipped with alarm functions..."

This completely dispelled her idea of ​​taking advantage of the chaos to return to the Dark Emperor's side.

People from the Moe Academy wouldn't dare to easily attack here, but it's hard to say what would happen outside.

"Are they trying to lock me up here and force me to remove the withered leaf marks from those slaves?"

He traced the words "Increase patrols near the underground sewers" with his fingertip, stood up, and angrily threw the paper on the ground.

"Hey, it's already dark, can you please get a brighter light?!"

She'll be driven crazy by these stupid subordinates sooner or later. Don't they realize how hard she has to read these words?

They have absolutely no sense of propriety!

"Why are you so angry?"

There was no one in sight yet, but a sinister aura was already palpable.

With the sound of two footsteps, Xu Xingchun, who had led the way, bowed respectfully to obtain permission and left. The gloomy duchess saw the figure of the newcomer.

Rui Bu Si picked up the paper from the ground: "Hmm, I can tell it's from hard work."

"It's just that your handwriting is a little ugly, why are you getting so angry?"

He sat back down in his chair, not answering the barren question: "How did you get here?"

"Come in."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she had asked some strange question.

"Walk straight in?"

How can it be?

Isn't the Moe Academy under strict management now?

"Yeah, but it's not that straightforward. I've forgotten when I last came here. This place is so complicated now; I almost got lost. Luckily, I knew someone who knew me."

Just then, Xu Xingchun came over. The gloomy duchess looked closely and realized that she had gone to move a chair.

How could she be in the underground sewers? No one had reported to her that there was a Quark here.

"She's not a Quark?"

Looking at it this way, he does indeed seem to have a dark aura about him.

Lead the way... This subordinate, who seems to have been bewitched by the desolation, has been staying in the sewers all this time and has even figured out the route here?

Remembering how difficult it was to use the Dark Soldier, and comparing it to a butler he had previously owned who was somewhat satisfactory, Yin Sen began to consider whether he should find a way to bring the person in.

I thought for three seconds and then gave up.

It's too troublesome and could easily lead to other problems.

She's doing just fine with the Moe Academy, keeping to herself and not interfering with them.

"Hmm...she's mine."

The gloomy duchess: ...

Her complicated gaze fell on her subordinate, whom she had never looked at directly before. The subordinate did not look at her and was completely immersed in a kind of happy mood.

Yin Sen felt a vague sense of familiarity with this behavior.

"Did I see her two hundred years ago?"

"How would I know?" Rui Bu Si let her think about it slowly.

Two hundred years ago, the gloomy duchess spent most of her time risking her life for the Dark Emperor, and their contact outside of work was even limited. The possibility that the gloomy duchess could remember who was around her was extremely slim.

"Oh," a look of realization dawned on his face, taken aback. "That butler who was with you earlier? He wasn't from Quark Star, was he?"

I remember now, but not much.

"Hmm... looking at it this way, their mannerisms are quite similar." The more he thought about it, the more similar it seemed.

She had always wanted to find a butler like that, but unfortunately she didn't have time to choose one carefully.

What was she doing again... Oh, she was diligently working for the Emperor's cause, only to become a pawn and be thrown out to attract the enemy.

"Do they look that similar? Maybe all subordinates are the same."

Too lazy to reminisce about his diligent past, he said with a gloomy dissatisfaction, "How do you always manage to find capable subordinates?"

"Good character."

...She wanted to grab a stool and hit someone.

Not wanting to discuss subordinates with the gloomy man any further, Rui Bu Si took out a box of Haiti Sis from her bosom and tossed it over:

"The Emperor should have informed you of everything that needs to be done."

"Ah, yes, he did say that." The thought of the Dark Emperor's request started to bother me.

"Why make such a fuss?" The gloomy duchess held it, her head aching. "You could have easily sneaked in, why not just toss it somewhere? Why put on this whole mess..."

"The Emperor has his own plans. Good luck to you. I shouldn't have anything to do for a long time to come."

"and many more."

Stopping the desolate figure who was about to leave, the gloomy duchess casually asked, "Would you like to stay?"