Volume One, Chapter 73: Pushing Her Away with My Own Hands

The very thought startled her, and then she found it utterly absurd. She and Bo Xingzhou were bound only by an agreement. She did not hope for any singular insight, but her intuition was so keen it bordered on revelation, so she would never make such a blunder as mistaking someone just because of a disguise.

“Fifty thousand mu can certainly be achieved, but as for Sanya…” Huang Zicheng faltered, unable to continue as he thought of how Zhu Yunshang had tossed Sanya into his hands upon his return.

Originally, Xu Damao had been impartial to every class, but after Ran Qiuyue arrived, he was often seen visiting Bang Geng’s class.

Qin Huairu, who was behind them, wanted Bang Geng to come home. She was preparing to join forces with her teammates, Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai, to besiege Xu Damao and shift all the blame for today’s mistakes onto him.

At that moment, a purple-black figure appeared amid the dazzling flames, standing on one side of the inverted barrier.

Ye Xi was somewhat surprised by this and involuntarily glanced at Li Jue beside her, her eyes full of inquiry.

Lin Ge, who had just unlocked the lock, failed to notice the change in Kasha’s expression; all his attention was on the newly revealed box—or rather, a sphere.

“It’s all right; it was always meant to be yours sooner or later,” Li Yuan said kindly to Su Hanhan, smiling.

Thus, Riko was easily persuaded by Mirai, knowing well how accurate her partner’s intuition could be.

And so, she joyfully ceased to be troubled by her illness, even introducing the memory module to her boyfriend, Junsuke Ando, so that he too could become a superhuman, transcending the ordinary bounds of humanity.

“Your Majesty, wages in the Empire are extremely high now. In Jiangnan alone, the monthly pay for an ordinary worker has reached one or two silver yuan. Everyone is hoping the Empire will allow the use of slaves,” Zhang Guoji reported.

Before Colonel Carson could finish, the spectators from Bastion Academy, both teachers and students, were already clapping and cheering, as if the highly anticipated sophomore “Mad Bull” had already secured a glorious victory for them.

Qiu Xing and his companions had a fair amount of silver left from before the weekend, so their lives were relatively comfortable—there was no need to mistreat the prisoners.

By coincidence, Team 519 was not much different from them, except that one of their magicians had been replaced by a Hermit.

The former champion, Emperor’s Breath, was filled with star players. However, after losing the “Emperor’s Gun,” the team had changed its name.

Grandpa Gu took several deep breaths before finally making up his mind and dialing Director Du’s number directly.

Zhang Yingying didn’t understand these things; she only knew her father might be leaving her. She clung to Zhang Li’s arm, crying for a long time before reluctantly letting go.

One had to admit, this provocation left Weiss with no retort. After weighing his options, he followed the unremarkable-looking Norman officer into the car.

The soup was bright red and fragrant, and the noodles were topped with several pieces of beef that looked tender and inviting, making one’s mouth water at the sight.

Zhang Li wore a look of puzzlement as he questioned himself. Around him, most people were grumbling, while a few, like him, were serious and thoughtful—clearly pondering matters related to the Belen Grasslands.

Luo Wuyi lifted his teacup but had not yet tasted the tea when a faint fragrance reached him. Though subtle, the aroma was penetrating, and just inhaling it was enough to invigorate his spirits.

Along the way, Liu Lang was tempted to complain: they were carrying out a mission together, yet hadn’t even exchanged contact details—did he really have to go in person to call everyone over?