Chapter 827: Chapter 634: Dance of Sword and Dragon (Part 1)
He turned his head to the bartender: “That sounded just like you rejecting me earlier.”
The bartender blinked: “That just means I have the same discerning eye as the Sword Maiden.”
“Also, haven’t you investigated the Sword Maiden’s personality?” The Golden Mask continued, “She is obsessed with swordsmanship cultivation. Apart from acting and recording work, she doesn’t participate in any other social activities. It’s said that many noble banquets have invited her to attend, but she refused them all. How could she possibly appear at a time-wasting social event like a masquerade ball? She might already be exploring the Void Realm by now.”
“I haven’t investigated,” The young man dressed as a wolf scratched his head, “I thought if I were sincere enough, I could move others.”
“Just like the rumors suggest,” The Golden Mask laughed, “Lan Shile, you are indeed the Son of Sincerity.”
“Thanks for the compliment. I’ll take that as you weren’t calling me dumb… Wait.” The young man dressed as a wolf suddenly realized, “I haven’t told you my name, have I? Who are you? My admirer? Or… a secret admirer?”
“In the past half month, only your father went to the east for research,” The Golden Mask shrugged, “I just happened to know about it and guessed.”
The young man dressed as a wolf gasped, “You’re actually keeping an eye on my old man, you’re so weird. You wouldn’t happen to be a Prophet Mage, would you? Otherwise, how could you know so much detail about Lerush confessing to the Sword Maiden?”
Golden Mask: “Because I was there on the scene, watching.”
“I can confirm,” The bartender giggled, “I was one of those roses on the ground.”
The young man dressed as a wolf took a sip of the freshly mixed cocktail. It didn’t taste very good, but he endured it.
In front of him were various men and women hunting each other in the dance floor, while gentle and lasting music played in his ears. After contemplating for a while, he turned his head to ask them: “How can I make the Sword Maiden like me?”
The bartender seriously asked in return: “If I know the answer, what price could it fetch?”
The Golden Mask pondered: “Probably an asset equivalent to a Four-winged Technique Spirit?”
“That much!” The bartender looked at the young man dressed as a wolf, “Can you pay a deposit first?”
“I’m not joking!” The young man dressed as a wolf said seriously, “At least give me a direction to work towards?”
“At the very least, don’t spread roses when you confess,” The bartender said, “According to rumors, the Sword Maiden likes tulips.”
“Also, she probably prefers a Sword Master,” The Golden Mask said, “Lan Shile, you seem not to be majoring in a Sword Technique Faction, right?”
The young man dressed as a wolf said, “It’s not like looking for a job, how can magic have restrictions in romance? I don’t accept that! Do you have any news on the Sword Maiden’s heart? I want to know what type she really loves!”
The Golden Mask laughed: “The question ‘Who does the Sword Maiden love’ might become an unsolved mystery for countless people’s college days.” For more chapters visit novel·fire·net
“I think, even if strength isn’t the decisive factor, it’s still important.”
The bartender finally gave a serious suggestion: “After all, the Sword Maiden will definitely aim to break into the Legendary Realm in the future, so her partner should at least be able to keep pace with her—”
“Aiming for the Legendary? Does she deserve it?”
Everyone turned their heads and saw two people passing the bar, a tall man wearing a Black Tiger Mask and a petite woman wearing a Butterfly Mask. The speaker was the Butterfly Mask.
The Golden Mask looked as if he was smiling: “Seems like you’re questioning the credibility of the ‘Half-year Holy Domain’?”
“That’s precisely because she’s a Half-year Holy Domain,” The Butterfly Mask said bluntly, “She doesn’t have any battle experience or magic accumulation, she’s just an empty vase with levels.”
“She managed to cheat her way to the Distant Realm; how could she possibly reach Ruby Mountain?”