Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"No, Surtr, no!"

Wayne raised an eyebrow, his expression subtle, and pulled the bewildered Reed to sit on the edge of the bed, covering her eyes with his hand.

Ahem, you've gone too far. Sister 42, your skirt is almost lifted up. This isn't suitable for children to see.

Why don't I cover my eyes?

Nonsense, I'm not a child, of course I won't cover it up.

After a fierce struggle, Surtr ultimately failed, thanks to the superior sealing of the new power armor. Surtr was strong, but not particularly brute force, and certainly couldn't pry open the visor that was so tightly fitted to his helmet. According to Wayne's estimation, it would take a strongman of Patriot's or Titi's caliber to pry open that visor.

Sweating profusely, Surtr glared at Mudrock, then suddenly turned and walked out the door alone. Just before closing the door, he turned back, a mocking smile on his face saying, "I'm still the better player."

"I'm going to take a shower first. When I'm done, I'll wait for you at the bathroom door. I don't believe you can just pour water into your turtle shell!"

"Humph!"

She made a face at Niyan and quickly walked out of the room.

Mudrock rolled his eyes, thinking that Surtr probably didn't know that the vast Earl's mansion had more than one bathhouse. Victorian nobles certainly knew how to enjoy life; in addition to ordinary shower rooms, they also had grand bathhouses with Romanesque architecture.

Incidentally, it was indeed a mixed-gender bathing facility, but Wayne was the only man in the mansion right now, and Mudrock trusted Wayne's character; he certainly wouldn't take this opportunity to peep. Besides, he didn't even know his own gender, did he?

That large public bathhouse was her private bathroom.

Surtr went too far, and even a simple-minded and honest person like Mudrock was a little angry. So he decided to let her wait there in the bathroom for a while.

Wait ten minutes... no, half an hour, and teach her a lesson she won't forget!

Having made up his mind, Mudrock turned around and looked at Wayne.

Then, Wayne looked curiously at the reed's unnaturally curled tail and reached out his hand.

"Your Highness Wayne!"

Mudrock hurriedly called out, and Wayne, who had been reaching out, paused, turned his head, looked at Mudrock, and asked in confusion:

"what happened?"

Niyan paused, as if he had made up his mind, patted the storage compartment beside him, and took out a small clay figure model.

The model was a beautiful Sarkaz girl, and although he had never "seen her in person," Wayne recognized her at a glance. He looked up at Mudrock with curiosity, and asked, feigning ignorance:

"This is?"

“My…my…my little creation…” Mudrock’s voice grew softer and softer until finally, only a muffled static could be heard from the voice changer. “You and Princess Theresa both said that my Originium Arts can be used for more than just killing, so I tried…making this.”

Wayne opened his mouth in surprise.

He never expected that the first person to realize that "powerful Originium Arts don't necessarily only bring slaughter and tragedy, but can also create happiness" would be Mudrock.

But this... I guess you could call it a figurine. Mudrock, you've really gone down another path of no return!

Joking aside, Wayne nodded with satisfaction, took the little clay figure, and once again stared directly at the mud rock, asking a question he already knew the answer to:

"What's her name?"

"Woo..." Whether it was his imagination or not, Wayne heard a small, mournful cry from Mudrock.

The petite girl inside the towering giant seemed to fall silent. Just as Wayne was wondering if he had asked too hastily and was about to change the subject to help her out of the predicament, Mudrock finally spoke up again.

After careful consideration, she finally decided to call this "mini version of her" this name.

“Tikaz, her name is Tikaz.”

Wayne blinked: "Why?"

"Because she found her home. Only a Sarkaz who has a place to call themselves a 'home' can be called a Tikkaz."

Mudstone said seriously,

She must be very happy now!

Chapter 88 Kal'tsit: I'll strike hard!

Kal'tsit found a cigarette from somewhere, put it in her mouth, and reminisced about the past.

*Lynx swear word*, why didn't they evolve mon3tr to include a lighter function back then?

She admitted that she was a little jealous. After Theresa's interruption, she had become increasingly uncomfortable around Wayne lately. Although she swore she had no romantic feelings for him, now that she realized it, she couldn't help but get goosebumps when she thought of Surtr, Ernest, and even the meaningful look in Winston's eyes, which she had never paid attention to before.

What are these people thinking? Your master is only a few years old, and he's already looking for a mate all over the world. Do you want him to have a litter of babies?

"Theresia... what should I do?" Kal'tsit murmured the name silently. It had been almost a month since they last saw each other. A long separation didn't make the longing overwhelming, but frequent meetings did the opposite. Lately, the more Kal'tsit called Theresia, the more she missed her.

"Remembering" is not quite right; it should be changed to "longing for".

Silently correcting her grammatical error, Kal'tsit's ears twitched. She turned her head and glanced at the wall not far away, frowned, and summoned mon3tr.

Something is coming, and it's very fast. It's heading straight for the wall without slowing down at all.

Was there a surprise attack?

The next thing that happened confirmed Kal'tsit's guess. A huge explosion, accompanied by a deafening crash against the wall, shattered several windows in the mansion. Mon3tr stood in front of Kal'tsit, its massive, dark body blocking all the debris flying towards her. It brandished its four scythe-like legs, its eerie green eyes fixed on the dust and smoke from the collapsing wall.

Kal'tsit reluctantly removed the unlit cigarette from her lips, wrapped it in the handkerchief from the bodice of her tailcoat, and put it in her pocket. She raised her hand and gave the order to mon3tr:

"A devastating burst of energy!"

Oh no, I'm wrong, it should be:

"Energy Blast!"

It doesn't feel as imposing as the last one. Prince Wayne always utters some strange words, some of which are even grammatically and phonetically bizarre, but when he shouts them out, they inexplicably become very imposing.

Why don't we just call it that from now on? Looking at mon3tr, I prefer the first command.

Kal'tsit thought silently. At this moment, mon3tr had completed the energy accumulation. A huge energy ball, like a black hole, condensed in its mouth and shot towards the lingering smoke and dust at the wall with a loud roar.

Now that such an attack has been launched, there is no need to worry about friend or foe; even friendly forces must be eliminated first!

Of course, the hilarious scene of friendly forces surrounding each other didn't unfold in front of Kal'tsit. The energy blast fired by mon3tr whipped up a gust of wind, tearing through the smoke and dust to reveal the figure of the man in black. Seeing the energy blast so close, the man in black from [Deep Pool] didn't panic at all. Instead, he calmly raised his hand, erecting a pale golden shield in front of him, confident that the energy blast would not be able to penetrate its defenses.

Then he and his protective shield were torn to shreds by the explosion of the energy blast.

Mon3tr's energy blast is something even a warrior like Patriot Bojokastie has to take seriously. Its fully charged power is enough to collapse a cliff. If a casually erected protective shield can easily block it, then Kal'tsit would probably have to have a heart-to-heart talk with the Emperor's Blade who is being suppressed by Mon3tr—is it because I'm bad, or is it because you're bad?

Although she had easily destroyed the invading enemy with a single blow, Kal'tsit showed no sign of relief. She stepped forward to examine the spot where the Originium Mage had stood, but unfortunately, the energy blast was too powerful; nothing remained except for a large crater.

An Originium mage I've never seen before.

Kal'tsit was on guard and was about to return to the mansion to tell Wayne about it when a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Oh my, isn't this the little secretary who's always by His Highness Wayne's side?"

The Earl of Princeton walked in through the gap in the wall, looking at Kal'tsit with a mocking expression.

"What are you doing here? Could it be that Prince Wayne has had his fill of playing with you and fallen out of favor?"

He waved his hand. "I knew it all along. There are tons of pretty girls like you in Victoria. Wayne was only interested because you always have such a sour face. Once the novelty wears off, you'll be dumped too. If a little sparrow wants to fly up to the top and become a phoenix (in broken Mandarin), it has to consider whether it can even reach such a high branch. That's royalty!"

Kal'tsit turned her head with an unchanging expression, her face showing no sign of anger or guilt at being caught out. She simply shook her head, not even bothering to argue for herself, and said:

"If you view Prince Wayne with such shallow eyes, then it only proves that your current predicament is entirely your own fault. How can the glow of decaying grass compare to the bright moon in the sky? How can a frog at the bottom of a well compare to an eagle soaring in the heavens? (Standard Yan language)"

She looked at the faint hint of doubt on the Earl of Princeton's face and nodded in satisfaction.

Ha! Trying to show off your literary talent in front of me? I could curse you in a hundred different languages ​​and you still wouldn't understand!

Noticing the mockery on Kal'tsit's face, the Earl of Princeton realized that what this man had just said was definitely not a kind word. He gritted his teeth, wanting to lash out, but then suddenly remembered something, his brow relaxed, and instead of being angry, he smiled and said:

"It's alright. As your lord, I forgive your rudeness. As long as you lead us to where Vayne is now, I can forgive and forget, and even grant Vayne to you in the future. How about making him kneel before you, the one who started this affair and then abandoned you?"

Kal'tsit's lips twitched, and a vein finally popped out on her forehead.

So you're really that sure I was taken advantage of and then dumped by that kid Wayne? Do you even know how old I am? Does he have the ability to manipulate me like that?

Moreover, if he really did that, he wouldn't be kneeling before me to apologize, but rather going to Princess Theresa to repent!

As for you...

Kal'tsit glanced at the five men in black robes following behind the Earl of Princeton.

If you're only as strong as that idiot from before, then I'm enough for you all by myself. I'm in a bad mood right now, so I'll just have my fun with you.

Kal'tsit ignored the Earl of Princeton's question and simply walked toward him.

The Earl of Princeton sneered, looking at the five Deeppool members who had stood in his way, and said confidently:

"Huh? Not running away, but walking towards me, Princeton? Are you surrendering? You're not bad looking, though. If you do as I say now and take me to get revenge on that guy Wayne, I can still keep my promise..."

"Shut up!"

Kal'tsit snapped, her icy, pretty face slightly raised as she looked down at the Earl of Princeton with disdain, saying as if he were trash:

"How can we help Prince Wayne capture you if we don't get close to you?"

After all, if another energy blast were to wipe you all out, Prince Wayne might blame me.

written request for leave

Final exams are coming up soon, so I need to review. I've been writing late into the night these past few days, and I'm feeling dizzy and lethargic during the day. After thinking about it, I've decided to take the day off today, review a bit, and then go to bed early to adjust my biological clock.

I will start making up for the missed updates after the summer vacation begins, as I simply don't have the time during this period. I currently owe a total of 38 updates.

This is the first time I've used a leave slip since I started selling the product. I'm quite scared; I wonder if I'll get scolded.

Anyway, I'm very sorry.

good night.

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Fragments of the Demon

How scary, how scary, how scary!

What kind of monsters are surrounding Wayne? It's just a single film, just a single film, why are there such monsters around?!

As the Earl of Princeton fled, the horrific scene flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, a sharp spike emerged from the back of the green-haired Feline's suit, tearing the expensive fabric apart with its waving claws and scythes. A terrifying Originium monster emerged from her spine, yet Feline's face remained as indifferent as water, showing no change whatsoever.

It's like a doll without emotions.