Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 181 White Iron Steps, Promotion! Time Passes Like Water (4.1k)

Yuan Qingzhuo gently pushed open the door and poked his head in to ask.

In the room that instantly became quiet, Rush, whose heart rate soared, poked his head out of the quilt and said a little unnaturally: "That..."

Seeing this, Yuan Qingzhuo said with some confusion: "I thought you couldn't sleep and wanted to find me to tell a story, isn't it?"

"Brother Zhuo, you also know this?"

Rush smiled, grabbed his hair and said embarrassedly: "I didn't want to disturb Brother Zhuo..."

"It's okay, just go ahead and bother me."

Yuan Qingzhuo walked into the room and took a slightly thicker storybook from the bedside - in fact, he had some doubts that these storybooks of the cult were not stories at all, but personal records.

The reason why Yuan Qingzhuo allowed Rush to disturb him at will was naturally that he was passively using the soul fire to temper and refine his soul every minute and every second.

At the same time, because of the characteristics of the reincarnation body and his own powerful control, Yuan Qingzhuo can also use qi and blood to temper his body at will, without having to sit down and meditate like Caroline.

It can be said that whether walking, standing, sitting or moving, you are practicing and becoming stronger.

With a sigh of relief, Yuan Qingzhuo opened the cute bookmark with a picture of two little devils on it and saw the next story to be told.

Rush lay back down, squinting his eyes in anticipation.

So Yuan Qingzhuo began to read the sentences in the book softly:
"A long time ago, there was a proud vampire princess who was tied up by the Inquisitor and taken into the cult..."

Rush lay there, looking at Yuan Qingzhuo who was reading a story to her attentively, and looking at his profile.

All of a sudden, all the pain and fatigue disappeared, and the girl was a little stunned.

she thinks,

If only time could stand still at this moment.

Then I can possess Brother Zhuo forever.
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In the following week, Yuan Qingzhuo discovered that Rush said he wanted to go out to play every day, and every evening he would bring back a crystal ball given to her by Flandre.

Originally, Yuan Qingzhuo wanted to ask for clarification, but after seeing the crystal ball, he didn't ask any more questions.

——Since Rush meets Farandelle every day, what danger and possibility of bad behavior are there?
Although Flandel's character is extremely bad, it is normal for him to watch people in danger without helping them, and it is also common for him to send people to their deaths.

Yuan Qingzhuo had no doubt that in her eyes, life was just a number that would change.

But she was so nice to herself and Rush...

Even though Yuan Qingzhuo personally liked Sister An a little more, if the cult was destroyed one day and he and Rush had to choose between An and Flandel, he would definitely choose the latter.

Because no one in this world is more reliable than Flandre.

In such an ordinary daily life, a week passes in a flash.

"Brother Zhuo, see you tonight~"

After being patted on the head by Yuan Qingzhuo's big hand, Rush jumped out of the house laughing.

Then the girl turned left and right very skillfully, and in less than twenty minutes she arrived at the familiar wooden door.

Rush stood calmly in front of the door, reached out, and knocked.

If Yuan Qingzhuo stood in front of her now, he would find that Rush's spirit and energy were completely different from what he was seven days ago.

This is not a look a five-year-old girl could have.

Determined, indifferent, and sharp.

On the contrary... he is more like a veteran who has brushed shoulders with death countless times.

"Come in."

Farandel's voice remained the same, as unchanging as a reef standing in the long river of time.

Rush opened the door and walked in.

"Sister Farandelle, these eight tests..." Rush looked at the girl who looked much better in recent days and said seriously, "I have completed all of them."

The girl asked: "What should I do next?"

"Then advance to the White Iron Rank."

Flandel yawned, stroking his chin and said, "I originally wanted to ask you to try the Twelve Trials, but now I think about it, you haven't broken the limit yet, nor have you reached the first level. It's still a little difficult for you to face the Twelve Trials with a simple mortal body."

"——So, let's advance to the first rank, White Iron."

Flandel clasped his hands and suggested this.

——If it’s Brother Zhuo, there should be no problem.

After a very brief silence, Rush did not show off his prowess in vain. Instead, he nodded and said, "Then Sister Flandre, how can I get promoted?"

Now it was Farandelle's turn to laugh.

"Why are you asking me about this?"

She shook her finger, then pointed at Rush and said, "Didn't the old guy at the Royal Court give you a teleportation mark? Just activate it and teleport over."

Flandre raised the corners of his lips indifferently.
"Compared to me, the Royal Court will know you better and will give you a more suitable promotion ritual."

Seeing Rush's hesitation, Farandel shook his head indifferently:

"Don't worry, I'm not narrow-minded enough to lock you in a cage...even if you have a deep relationship with the royal court, are loved by those guys, or become a real demon king in the future."

Under Rush's astonished gaze, she spread her hands and said, "It doesn't matter."

Flandel reached out and scratched the girl's nose, and said, "Remember, Rush, as long as you don't get in my way, just go against me."

"Ah."

Rush pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Sister Farandelle."

She said, and then expertly manipulated the spiritual essence to activate the miniature one-time teleportation mark in her body.

As he watched Rush disappear before his eyes, a signal of a ritual communication happened to sound on Flandre's desk.

She answered the call, and a cold male voice came from the other end: "Saint No. 1 Flandel is reporting now - how is the progress of controlling the demon hybrid with the blood of the Duke?"

——Since when can this kind of rubbish who only knows how to bully others become the deputy chief referee?

I think the level of urbanization in this sect is a bit too high.

Flandel yawned silently, glanced at the name on the spellbook with contempt, and replied loudly: "The thought seal has been planted, the mental control is complete, and the physical control has also been secretly obtained through spells... Don't worry, it won't affect your plan."

"Look, I'm asking her to lick my boots now."

After saying that, Flandel turned on the video communication permission, and then hundreds of spells bloomed simultaneously on the fingertips hidden in his fists.

Thus, a virtual image was instantly created of Rush wearing a maid outfit, kneeling on the ground respectfully and licking the boots of another Flandre.

But this temporarily created image looked completely real to the person on the other end of the communication.

The man wearing a platinum ribbon on the other end of the line narrowed his eyes for a long time, then spoke indifferently:
"well-done."

The virtual Flandel created by the spell nodded and said yes, with an exaggerated NPC-like smile on his face.

A trace of disdain and disgust flashed in the man's eyes, and after a moment, he hung up the call.

Snapped.

With a snap of fingers, the shadow disappeared.

Flandel supported his chin and drew a bright red cross on the man's portrait: "This man has already met his death." Deep in the second abyss, Skulridge Castle.

The moment the teleportation altar dimmed, the succubus maid who had been waiting here all day saw the cold girl with spiral horns on her head.

“Is this the legendary Grand Duke Lashi, one of the candidates for the Demon King? Guu, he’s quite impressive…”

The maid's heart was pounding. She put on a professional smile and walked forward: "Your Majesty, I wonder why you are here?"

Rush calmly opened her eyes and easily suppressed the strong feeling of dizziness in her heart - she had experienced this feeling of dizziness countless times when she was free falling in the air.

She walked down from the altar and nodded gently to the maid: "Please take me to see Mr. Skulridge. Thank you."

The maid pursed her lips in surprise and said, "Please follow me."

Soon, Rush followed the maid through more than a dozen intersections and came to an old bronze door.

"Please wait."

The maid bowed to Rush, then knocked gently on the door and entered after being allowed to do so.

In less than a minute, the maid came out again and bowed to Rush: "Your Majesty, you can go in."

After saying this, the maid wanted to kneel down and change Rush's shoes relying on her muscle memory, but she remembered what old Roland had just told her, so she stood up again.

Rush glanced at the maid strangely, waited for two seconds, and then actually walked into the door.

The first feeling when you walk in is softness.

Rush looked at the ground in astonishment, and felt the touch coming from the ground.

"Mr. Rush, it's just a carpet made from some scraps. Don't worry about it."

The old man who was originally reading an ancient book looked up with a smile - he looked like the silver-haired old man at the Royal Court Council!
"Your Excellency Roland..."

"No, you can just call me Old Roland. If that's too intimate, simply calling me Roland will do."

Old Roland interrupted Rash's honorific and asked with a smile, "I wonder what business has brought you to my remote little castle?"

Old Roland looked at Rush, whose temperament had changed drastically, with suspicion. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but murmur in admiration: "Could it be that Sir Rush has reached the limit of the non-transcendent and wants to be promoted to the first level, White Iron?"

Rush was not surprised when her intention was seen through. She nodded and said, "That's right, Roland Pavilion... Old Roland, thank you for your help this time."

"It is my honor to host your promotion ceremony."

Old Roland stood up from his seat, walked to Rush, and smiled at the girl: "The ceremony has been prepared for you, please follow me."

Rush was slightly stunned but did not ask any more questions. She silently took note of it in her heart, and then followed Old Roland out of the room. It took them more than ten minutes to reach a huge door with a "Do Not Enter" sign.

"Please come in."

After opening the door, Old Roland stepped back a step and bowed slightly to Rush.

Rush didn't hesitate and walked into the promotion venue.

In the monastery, in the sparsely populated children's library.

"This word is pronounced like this..."

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was almost going crazy from teaching Caroline to read, took a deep breath.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and when he was about to teach Caroline the same thing for the eleventh time, he suddenly looked up.

——The effect of the Hierarchical Twins has changed.

Yuan Qingzhuo looked out the window in astonishment—Rush was promoted?
“This word is too difficult!!!”

Caroline grabbed the horns on her head, leaned back in the chair, kicked her legs, and twisted her body.

"Huh? What happened?"

Seeing that Yuan Qingzhuo didn't react, she curiously stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him. Suddenly, even the suppressed unhappiness in her heart dissipated a lot.

"Rush...seems to have been promoted?"

Yuan Qingzhuo thought about the girl who waved goodbye to him a few hours ago and fell into blank thought.

"Promoted? Oh! Little Rush has also reached the White Iron Step."

Caroline looked thoughtful and clapped her hands: "Isn't that a good thing? Why do you look unhappy, little teacher?"

“This is not a question of whether it’s good or not.”

Yuan Qingzhuo felt the increasingly drastic changes in the [Twins on the Other Side], frowned, held Caroline's shoulders, and said seriously: "The point is, I had no idea she would be promoted!"

Caroline was puzzled: "What's wrong with that? My mother didn't even know when I got promoted."

These words left Yuan Qingzhuo speechless for a moment. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then finally stood up.

"Caroline, you learn by yourself first. I have to go out and ask for details."

After saying that, Yuan Qingzhuo immediately turned around and ran out of the library.

"Huh? You just ran away like that! You left me with this pile of extremely difficult words!"

Caroline's voice came from behind, attracting puzzled looks from several other children who were reading storybooks in the library.
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"Rush got promoted! Sister Fa, are you clear about this?"

This time, Yuan Qingzhuo didn't have the time to knock on the door, but pushed it open and asked.

The girl who was drinking coffee had a slight lump in her throat. She didn't even raise her head as she reviewed the paperwork: "It's okay. Don't worry."

Yuan Qingzhuo was stunned for a moment, and the urgency in his heart dissipated mostly because of this sentence. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Fa, you understand, right?"

"I was the one who asked her to get the promotion. Didn't she tell you?"

"Yes."

Throwing the annoying pile of documents in his hand into the magic portal, Farandel stretched his body, revealing his body curves that were almost equal to zero: "Maybe she wanted to give you a surprise."

So that's how it is...it was really a false alarm.

Yuan Qingzhuo didn't look at Flandel, who looked no different from a steel plate. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door and left.

Caroline on the other side was still crying out for help - if she hadn't stopped herself, she would probably have learned the red temperature warning herself, and then burned the textbooks in anger.

It's okay to burn those cheap textbooks that cost ten dollars a bundle, but it would be bad if you lose control and set the library on fire or scare other people's children...

Thinking like this, Yuan Qingzhuo once again transformed himself into a kindergarten language teacher.

When Rush came back he did say he had a surprise for him.

Caroline's progress in learning the language was hopeless, and the progress bar would go backwards from time to time.

Farandelle looked exhausted every day.

An is still on business trips everywhere, and I may not see him once a whole month.

Life in the monastery is peaceful and stable, and Yuan Qingzhuo also cherishes this precious time in the abyss.

The scarlet sun rises every day as usual.

In the blink of an eye, more than four years have passed.

On this day, Caroline, who was about to become red again after learning to read, and Yuan Qingzhuo, who was almost speechless due to being tortured by Caroline, heard a surprising news at the same time.

"Martial God Festival!"

The sixteen-year-old red-haired girl slammed the table and stood up.

(End of this chapter)