Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 113 Secretly

Chu Sheng didn't bother wiping his mouth and turned to look at Mrs. Mira.

Mrs. Mira was holding a wine glass, her posture impeccably dignified.

Mrs. Aldrich smiled ingratiatingly. "Lady Mira, how about we approve two plots of land first and let them lay the foundations? The workshop can be delayed, but those plots of land are in high demand. If we don't approve them soon, they might be taken by someone else."

Lady Mira gently swirled the red wine in her glass: "There's no need to rush the land issue. The pastureland in Tianma Territory has been shrinking in recent years. If we rashly grant it to the textile workshop, the old patriarchs in the pastoral area will probably have objections."

"How about this," Mrs. Mira said, scratching her fingers. "Have the people in the valley prepare a detailed development plan, specifying the purpose of each plot of land and the expected number of jobs. I will consider it accordingly."

Mrs. Aldrich nodded repeatedly, her smile deepening: "Your Excellency has considered everything very thoroughly. I'll have them write up the plan as soon as I get back."

Mrs. Mira smiled slightly and raised her glass to her.

Then Chu Sheng felt that hand begin to undo his Kamen Rider transformation device.

The whole process took less than a second, during which Mrs. Mira was nodding to Mrs. Aldrich while holding her wine glass.

There were still hundreds of people toasting and drinking in the audience, and a long line of nobles had formed around him. Meanwhile, his Kamen Rider transformation device was being quietly turned on from under the table.

Then, the hand slowly closed and gently supported the Ultraman transformation device.

"Mrs. Aldrich," Mrs. Mira's voice came, "There's one more thing I'd like to ask you to pass on to the old patriarch. Your son will be leading the patrol of the Tunguska Ranch next month. Have him prepare the patrol route map in advance and come to Whitewing City to register it."

Mrs. Aldrich said solemnly, "Don't worry, sir, I will give the order."

Just as she said this, Mrs. Mira gently pressed her thumb on the top of the Ultraman transformation device and slowly drew a circle.

She moved slowly and deliberately, as if she were playing with a smooth and warm jade bead, her fingertips tracing its shape almost imperceptibly.

Chu Sheng picked up the honey lemon water in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. When he put the cup back on the table, it made a loud noise, which was completely drowned out by the string music and conversation in the hall.

"But sir, there's something else," Mrs. Aldrich hesitated, lowering her voice. "Those centaur herders on the north side of the valley have recently had some unpleasantness with the newly arrived human farmers. It started because some of the human farmers put up fences on the herding trails, blocking the centaur herds' migration route. The village chief tried to mediate twice, but to no avail; instead, he got a severe scolding from both sides. What do you think we should do about this?"

Mrs. Mira frowned slightly, her expression turning serious, as if handling official business: "Who approved the fence?"

"No one approved it. Those farmers moved here on their own this spring, and they fenced off the land without applying."

Mrs. Mira picked up her wine glass and took a small sip of red wine. At the same instant, the hand under the table unzipped her pocket.

Then she placed the Ultraman transformation device directly on her palm.

Her hands were dry and comfortable; her slender, long fingers reached inside and gently pulled out the Ultraman transformation device.

Oh no! She's trying to steal my transformation device!

Chu Sheng broke out in a cold sweat, unsure whether he should stop this immoral theft in public.

Mrs. Mira seemed to be weighing the Ultraman transformation device, she hefted it in her hand.

The temperature in the northern part of Tianma Territory had not yet fully warmed up, and this was the first time Chu Sheng had realized that Ultraman transformation devices were so sought after.

At this moment, a servant carrying a tray of wine approached Chu Sheng from behind, bowed politely, and asked, "Sir, would you like some more wine?"

Chu Sheng abruptly raised his head, his voice much louder than usual: "No need! I don't drink!"

The servant was startled by his reaction and hesitated for a moment before bowing and stepping back.

Mrs. Mira's lips curled up, but her expression remained dignified and composed. She changed the direction of her index finger, placing it lightly on the Ultraman transformation device, her fingertip stroking the ring.

Chu Sheng felt as if ten thousand ants were crawling up his spine, starting from the tailbone, segment by segment, to the back of his head, and then all the way up to his scalp.

And this was done with just one finger.

"So I think this fence dispute still needs to be handled by the lord's manor," Mrs. Aldrich continued to ramble on. "Letting local officials mediate won't be able to control the situation, but if Whitewing City sends people directly, those farmers certainly won't dare to disobey."

"There's no need to send officials." Lady Mira shook her head, somewhat annoyed. "A set of rules is enough for this kind of thing. No permanent fences may be erected within ten paces of either side of the pastoral road. Existing fences must be dismantled within a specified period, and those unwilling to be dismantled will be handed over to the local knights. As for the fines for those farmers who illegally enclosed land, the centaur tribe can use this year's wool tax to offset it, so that both sides can save face."

As she spoke, her other four fingers joined in. Her five fingers brushed across the Ultraman transformation device in turn, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, like playing a piano.

Oh no! She's trying to enter a password to make the Ultraman transformation device recognize her as its owner on the spot!

Bend your thumb and forefinger into a ring and gently hold the indentation at the top of the Ultraman transformation device, while keeping the other three fingers straight.

She made an OK sign on the Ultraman transformation device.

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth. How could she know that the activation password for the Ultraman transformation device was a gesture password?

He involuntarily leaned forward and spontaneously offered a little bit into Mrs. Mira's tiger's mouth.

Mrs. Mira noticed the Ultraman transformation device's reaction and immediately tightened her grip slightly, moving slowly as her strength increased.

The original dryness gradually became damp, and it began to make a very faint sound, but it could not be heard at all in the noisy hall.

Just then, a new person came over to offer a toast.

This time, it was a middle-aged man in a dark green suit, slightly overweight, with a ruddy complexion, who had obviously drunk quite a bit before coming.

He walked up to Chu Sheng with a wine glass in hand, his face beaming with a warm smile.

"This must be the esteemed [Hero]? I am Barto Lancer, the vice-president of the Southern Grain Merchants' Guild. I have long admired your reputation, and it is truly an honor to meet you today!"

Chu Sheng looked up, his expression extremely strange. He blinked rapidly, then forced a fairly normal smile: "Mr. Barto, you're too kind. Please have a seat."

When he said "Please sit down, please sit down," the person sped up the process of entering the password.

Barto Lancer, of course, didn't sit down. He simply stood beside Chu Sheng, holding his wine glass, bowing slightly, his attitude respectful and attentive: "Hero, you are too modest! Your deeds in the Northern Territory have spread throughout us merchants. Eliminating the monster's lair in the Sacred Tree Forest and establishing the Sacred Tree Free Trade Market—either one of these achievements would be enough to secure your place in history. The market hasn't even officially opened yet, and my men are already inquiring about how to set up shop there!"

Mrs. Mira spun around a small circle clockwise.