Guild Boss's Ambition

She had been acting perfectly, but she could see through herself at a glance. How did she do it?

"Besides, why are you trying so hard to help me?"

Looking at her sick face with pity, my mind was filled with question marks.

"Are you my angel?"

Because her body lost the ability to adjust, her lips gradually turned a gorgeous blood red, like two delicate and fragrant rose petals, so precious that they should not appear in my eyes, let alone appear in front of me like this, ready to be picked by me...

"They should hide her in a greenhouse and guard it heavily, puff..."

I couldn't help but laugh at my thoughts, and because of this laugh, I cleared my mind. Now that I was clear, I had no reason to continue to covet her warmth. I had only read half of the plan for the screwdriver, and I had to study it as soon as possible. According to the recent financial situation, the stone house can only support another three months at most...

"Time is really running out."

Click! Click! Click!

However, I had just picked up the plan again when there was a knock on the door. Without thinking too much, only my good Berlane would come to my room to find me at this time. I had told her about Xiaolan's illness earlier, and now she should come to deliver lunch.

Before I could respond, the door opened. It was indeed Berlane who opened the door...

Brannie pushed the small dining cart into the room, then stared at Xiao Lan and me for a long time, as if she had great doubts about the fact that we were sleeping in the same bed, and I was the suspect who had to explain this strange situation.

"She couldn't sleep just now and insisted that I lie down with her." I boasted with my eyes open.

Not knowing whether Blanny believed it or not, she didn't say anything. She just left lunch for two and left the room with the food cart. Although there were not many guests in the Stone House now, there were even fewer staff. Once it was noon, there would always be many guests who were too lazy to queue up and would come to patronize. By then, Blanny and Anne would be very busy.

After watching Berlani leave, I took a few bites of food and then lowered my head to focus on the project plan. Maybe because I had a good sleep for a few hours, my mind was much clearer now, and my efficiency in distinguishing Xiaolan's style was also improved by dozens of times. When I read half of the second half of the project plan, I couldn't help but feel depressed...

"Xiao Lan is right. This document should be read when you are sober."

Although Xiaolan's business plan is well written, there are actually many details that are very unreliable.

First, Xiaolan confused the price of oranges and red oranges. Second, she greatly overestimated the efficiency of material transportation. If they wanted to obtain a large amount of vodka at a lower cost, they would have to wait for the carriage to deliver the wine from the central part of the alliance...

"Let's just watch it again from the beginning..."

I hardened my heart, turned back to the first page of the plan, and gritted my teeth to appreciate the top-notch calligraphy from Master Xiaolan again. I immediately felt fortunate for my decisiveness. After carefully reviewing each page, I discovered several minor errors, most of which were caused by common sense deviations.

"Little Blue..."

I glanced at the amnesiac girl who was about to get up to call for dinner, and I couldn't help but feel pity for her. Even though Xiao Lan often had a smile on her face, sometimes her eyes would inadvertently reveal a trace of loneliness, and she would have a strong and invisible sense of distance from the outside world, just like a lost person who was stranded in another place, quietly observing the scenery of a foreign country──

"If you recall your memories, will you leave?"

I asked this unanswered question, and she frowned uncomfortably. Her sickly red lips moved slightly, and she uttered a tiny sound: "Wulan... where are you?"

Those few words, as light as a feather, stirred up huge waves in my heart. I felt like a broken little sailboat, terrified of losing the wind to sail in the vast ocean, the wind that I had waited so hard to set sail...

"No, I don't want you to think about yourself!"

Just like a drug addict seeing the antidote, my eyes involuntarily became sharp as I looked at Xiao Lan, and my breathing suddenly became heavy and suppressed, but I smiled, a smile that was extremely gentle. I reached out and pushed her awake so that she could no longer dream.

"Wake up, my little angel."

The dream was shattered. She pried up her eyelids unhappily and looked at me for a long time with a slight complaint. Then she slowly put away her morning temper and put on a polite smile: "Good morning, President, is it time for lunch?"

After a good sleep, her condition seemed to have improved a lot, and she began to keep a normal social distance from me again. But at this time, I felt a strong sense of annoyance. I didn’t like her treating me so strangely, I didn’t want her to pretend in front of me, I didn’t want her to treat herself as an outsider. I longed for her to become us and cursed her to be inseparable from us forever.

I kissed her forehead gently, deliberately making her blush shyly, so that she would remember my touch, forget the past, and focus on the present we share. I tried to integrate her into my life with the gentlest tone: "Blannie cooked corn porridge for you, it will taste better if you eat it while it's hot. Also, you can call me Sister Meng'er from now on."

She seemed not to have fully woken up yet, and just nodded at me in a daze. She did not call me Sister Meng'er immediately as I expected, but instead cast her curious eyes on the white porridge on the table and wrinkled her cute little nose.

"It smells so good. Berlani's cooking skills must be very good."

Very good, my angel...

Please slowly find our strengths in this way, and then...

Fall in love with us, be us...

forever and ever……

Looking at the amnesiac girl drinking porridge in big mouthfuls, my mood immediately improved. Then, I remembered the more urgent things, the things about the stone house: "Hehe, my family's Berlani's cooking skills are good, but the project plan you gave me, Xiaolan, has many problems. However, they are not big problems, except for one thing..."

Hearing me talking about the project plan, the black-haired girl slowed down her porridge eating, shrugged, and said helplessly: "Because I don't have a specific concept of many data, I just roughly estimated and temporarily stuffed the estimated numbers in. In fact, a big part of the reason why I asked you to read the project plan is to ask you to help identify the loopholes in it."

I patted my chest and said with a smile: "Hehe, don't look at me like this, but after all, I am the president of the Stone House. I know everything about the Stone House!"

However, the black-haired girl raised an eyebrow in disagreement.

"That's not necessarily the case."

"Is there anyone who knows the stone house better than me?" I cried in dissatisfaction, folding my hands.

She laughed slyly and pretended to be mysterious: "Hehe, it's a secret."

I stared at Xiao Lan who was drinking porridge with her head down. My intuition told me that she would not reveal the so-called secret for a while, so I didn't waste time and got back to the point: "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you. Besides, the most urgent thing is the matter of our stone house. Xiao Lan, why do you call a screwdriver a screwdriver?"

Hearing this, Xiao Lan blinked in astonishment. After a while, she knocked her head in self-blame and exclaimed, "Oh, President Ehard, you really asked a damn good question! The product name is obviously a very important element, why did I neglect such a key link? Wow... I am so stupid and careless!"

I looked at the hysterical Xiaolan with a strange look in my eyes and interrupted her self-blame: "So, what is the meaning of the name of the screwdriver? What is the relationship between this tool often used by goblins and that delicious cocktail?"

Xiao Lan's eyes turned red with anger. She asked sullenly, "How should I put it? Do you know anything about oil?"

"Oil? What is that?" I was immediately confused.

Seeing my reaction, Xiao Lan shook his head and said seriously: "Then the name of the screwdriver doesn't make much sense. It is a story of ordinary people and a habit at work. But now that there are no oil field workers, we need to give it a new name that is more suitable for adventurers, a name that can become a topic of conversation!"

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28. Naming meeting of three persons (Erhard)

(Mener-Ehard)

"change name?"

"Yes, we need to give the screwdriver a new name, but..."

Miss Lannong drank the whole bowl of corn in one breath and wiped her mouth like a hero. It seemed that she would immediately become energetic as long as she talked about work, but her rosy face still honestly reflected her illness.

"But what?" I asked.

As if I had asked a ridiculous question, she glanced at me sideways, gave me an innocent, almost sarcastic smile, and asked me sweetly, "Do you think we can come up with anything good just from our two brains?"

Isn’t the answer yes?

Definitely not...

I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What you said makes a lot of sense, I can't refute it."

At this time, she put her hands on her waist, raised her eyebrows, glared and said coldly: "So, why don't you go and call Berlani to help?"

I don't know why, as an adult, I shrank my neck when she stared at me, a twelve-year-old girl. But for a moment, I just couldn't muster the courage to regain my dignity. I just looked at the arrogant Xiao Lan and asked in a sullen manner: "Hey, why is it Berlane?"

With an intoxicating smile, she snapped her fingers and smiled to the side.

"Haven't you heard that? The most silent ones are often the ones with the most ideas."

"Well...I have certainly never heard of this proverb."

Am I just uninformed?

“Hehe—”

Seeing this, she suddenly laughed happily, showing unusual boldness, and pointed her index finger at the tip of my nose, causing my heart and body to stop at this charming moment: "That's right, Sister Meng'er, because I just said this."

The feeling that followed was speechlessness and a feeling of being made fun of.

"I'd better go find Berlane..."

I ran away.

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I quickly found Brannie, and when my sisters and I returned to the room, Xiaolan had already shrunk back into the quilt, breathing softly. Seeing how tired she looked, we couldn't bear to wake her up. But she was sleeping very lightly. When we wanted to turn around and leave, she suddenly opened her scarlet eyes and called us.

"Now that everyone is here, let's have the meeting."

For some reason, Xiaolan, who had just woken up, seemed to have an inexplicable maturity, as if she was pretending to be childish all day long. But it was only a momentary feeling, and I didn't care too much about it. The top priority at this time was still the screwdriver.

So, I made a slight change to the layout of the room and moved in a few tables and chairs so that the three of us could sit in a circle for face-to-face discussions and writing. In this way, my dormitory had a more working atmosphere.

"Anyway, why don't you all think of a new name for it first?" I suggested.

They nodded in agreement, and the room fell into dead silence. Berlane was the type who would never speak unless she had a good idea, and I didn't know what Xiao Lan was thinking at this time. But no one spoke, which seemed to be a bit detrimental to the atmosphere of discussion. In this case, I felt that I had to say something...

"How about calling it Strong Orange Juice? Doesn't it sound very simple and easy to understand?"

I'm sure this is a terrible idea, and Xiaolan immediately pointed out its shortcomings in the sharpest and most ruthless language: "What! Strong orange juice? Then why don't we just change its name to vodka with orange juice? I tried every means to hide this cocktail recipe for as long as possible, but you said half of its ingredients at once."

“Ah! Ah! I was scolded so harshly…”

However, it was expected that the proposal would be criticized. Anyway, I wanted to stimulate the discussion atmosphere by playing the role of a fool from the beginning. Therefore, I was not discouraged, but continued to work hard, laughing loudly: "If strong orange juice doesn't work, then how about calling it the sun's light? In addition to the color that can evoke associations, doesn't it also sound very positive?"

Then, I immediately prepared myself to be robbed again.

"Hmm... Although this is a nice name, I always feel that it is missing a key element. It is not enough to just use orange and the product as a link. I want a name that better fits the product image."

Compared with the previous unthought-out proposal, this slightly modified proposal received a milder evaluation, but it is still an unacceptable proposal and may not even have any reference value.

"I'll get some glasses of screwdrivers..."

Perhaps due to lack of inspiration and the need to seek enlightenment from real objects, Berlane stood up and walked out of the door on her own. After a while, she came back with three cups of bright orange samples. In fact, the method of mixing the screwdriver is really very simple, so simple that the method of keeping it secret has become the biggest problem in the whole plan. However, that is a digression for today.

"Please use."

Blanny handed us the wine, but she seemed to have forgotten one thing because she was concentrating on thinking.

I reminded her, "Xiao Lan is sick and can't drink for the time being. Just put it on the table so she can see it──"

At this time, Xiao Lan tilted her head and smiled, looking at me meaningfully, and refused the wine handed to her by Berlani: "Indeed, as a patient, you can't drink too much. If you continue to be sick, I will cause trouble for you again."

Be warned! This is definitely a warning!

I always feel that Xiaolan is a little scary when he is sick...

Because I felt guilty, I only took a sip of the screwdriver and put it on the table. I didn't dare to drink more, but only commented on its taste and texture: "The characteristic of the screwdriver is probably its unique sweetness and fragrance. This easy-to-swallow taste will make people drink more and more unconsciously, and in the end, they will probably be drunk by the alcohol."

"Screwdrivers are easy to get into, and are perfect for tricking young girls who are new to the world," Xiao Lan added.

I smiled and jokingly said, "It's like a teenage killer."

Hearing this, Xiao Lan raised his hand with a hint of surprise: "That is one of the original nicknames of the screwdriver. Unfortunately, it sounds unnecessarily negative and is more suitable as a private nickname than an official name. Eh!"

The black-haired girl suddenly slapped her head and shouted, "I remember now. The screwdriver originally had a second name. Because people always drink more and more without realizing it, some people also call it getting better and better. What do you think of this name?"

"Is it getting better?"

I pondered for a moment, and finally shook my head in disagreement: "Although it has a certain charm, I always feel that this name is still missing something. At least, our adventurers will not like it right away."

Belanny beside me also nodded and agreed with my opinion.

"Is that so..." Xiao Lan murmured in disappointment.

I looked at the amnesiac girl who was frustrated. I felt a little uncomfortable for her, so I smiled and said, "In fact, the concept of getting better and better is very desirable, but it would be best if we could add some elements that we adventurers like!"

"For example?" Xiao Lan tilted her head and looked at me.

"For example...for example...I'm sorry, I didn't think of it." I covered my face with my hands in shame.

But just because I didn't think of it doesn't mean that others didn't think of it. Brani, who had remained silent, suddenly reached out and picked up the quill pen on the table. She dipped it in ink and wrote three nouns on the white paper - Morning Star, Venus, and Lucifer.

I immediately realized the meaning of this name and couldn't help but applaud: "In ancient mythology, the Morning Star is the incarnation of the fallen angel Lucifer, and Taibai Jinxing is the dressing mirror of the goddess of love Venus. According to some historians, the fallen angel Lucifer and the goddess of love Venus are actually the same god..."

After a pause, I pointed to the tempting wine on the table and said excitedly, "So, He not only symbolizes beauty and love, but also anger and corruption, just like strong wine with orange juice. There is a kind of contradictory beauty!"

"No need to think about it! This is the name!"

Berlane and I looked at each other, and immediately found a long-standing tacit understanding in each other's eyes, but when we looked at the little girl Lannong on the bed, we only found a frown.

She looked at us with excitement and smiled blankly: "Although I don't see what's good about this name, as long as you like it, it's fine. Morning Star? Well, Morning Star, let's use this name..."

She didn't know that her expression really hurt my heart.

She seemed not to belong to this world.

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