Guild Boss's Ambition

Feeling ashamed, I laughed and said, "The above is all my nonsense. Bai Ye, you don't have to worry about me."

Unexpectedly, the person who answered me was Bai Ye, who nodded seriously and said, "Your request is not difficult. I can help you fix it tonight. It's just that I didn't understand the three-point sight you mentioned."

It turns out that Bai Ye really intends to change...

What is the so-called three-dot sight? Is it that? Is it that?

I pointed to the area near the muzzle of the gun and said in an uncertain tone, "It's... it's an auxiliary tool for aiming. First, put two pillars or balls here and there, and then dig a groove in the back as the rear sight. Specifically, when aiming, try to keep the front sight inside the rear sight. It feels like this when using it──"

At the end of my speech, I raised the revolver in my hand and simulated the action of shooting and aiming.

Bai Ye's brain was incredibly useful. Even though my description was so unreliable, she still looked as if I could understand it and exclaimed: "Where did you get this idea, Uru? Although the aiming method you described will produce a large error, it does not sacrifice most of the field of vision when aiming like the original design..."

In the following time, Bai Ye began to talk to himself, saying a lot of things that I couldn't understand at all.

Lian'er, who was used to it, spread her hands to me and made a helpless gesture towards the fascinated Bai Ye.

I suddenly smiled knowingly and secretly made a sign to her.

"My sister is stupid."

"Yes, my sister is stupid."

The gray-haired girl silently agreed with what I said, and then she was hit hard on the head by Bai Ye.

The middle-aged Bai Ye used a voice that was very consistent with her age and scolded: "You two stupid girls, don't think that I can't understand your sign language. It's not ladylike to curse someone secretly. If you have an opinion, you should say it openly in front of the other person. Making fun of other people's shortcomings is simply a vulgar way to have fun."

When I was scolded, I decisively shut up and obeyed.

However, Lian'er is a person who is not afraid of anything.

With an innocent and doubtful look in her eyes, she used sign language to tell Bai Ye: "But... we... were... just now... Guangming... said bad things about you... in front of you, sister..."

Seeing this, I understood what Lian'er meant and immediately spoke up, "Right, right, right! Lian'er is right. We knew you knew sign language and that's why we deliberately said bad things about you in front of you. That wasn't sneaky cursing. It's you, Bai Ye, who's being overly sensitive and making wild guesses about what others think of you. That's a lack of self-confidence and inferiority complex!"

Under the joint condemnation of Lian'er and I, Bai Ye's crow's feet eyes twitched a few times in anger, revealing a vicious smile: "You are so sharp-tongued, I think any weapon is unnecessary for you."

"Please pretend I didn't say anything! I'll shut up."

For the revolver, I yielded immediately to the power.

Seeing that I was backing down, Lian'er immediately started wailing in a language that only she understood.

The next second, Bai Ye used another killer move.

"Lian'er, the same goes for you. If you don't behave, I won't have enough candy for you in the future."

"Ah? Ah!"

The moment she heard the sensitive word "candy", the gray-haired girl immediately sat up straight, acting like a good kid. Her expectant eyes and sincere smile were exactly the same as those of the fake Shiba Inu squatting next to her. I wonder who taught whom bad things? Why do they both look so stupid?

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64. Conversation (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

The clouds covered the cold sun and the snow had just stopped.

After dinner, I was playing with the snow and watering the flowers with a kappa in the back garden of the stone house.

The kappa is called Xiaoxixi Wild Deer. He claims to be a poet and is suspected to be a good friend of Xuanxun.

Contrary to the established impression of physical age, the one who is watering the flowers in the garden seriously is the twelve-year-old elf, and the naughty guy playing in the snow is my bodyguard, Xiao Xixi Wild Deer. He has been a frequent visitor to our stone house for a long time. He loves Annie's cocktails and always drinks until he is half dead every night. Basically, when he wakes up, it is already afternoon.

"My caterpillar friend, do you have a good idea to make Master Jacob gentle? Can you ask him to stop forcing a poet who is suffering from a hangover to get up from his bed? My caterpillar friend, Master Jacob doesn't understand my thoughts at all. In fact, my laziness and drunkenness are just the chrysalis before I turn into a butterfly. When spring comes, I will naturally fly away."

"Kappa? Turn into a butterfly? Flying gracefully?"

"A sick feeling..."

Looking at Kappa's bald head spraying flowers, I couldn't help but tremble in my hand holding the spray bottle.

In order to make this kappa give up as soon as possible, I said sarcastically: "Forget it, with your weird aesthetic sense, let alone being an outstanding poet, you may even have trouble writing a menu for our stone house. Mr. Xiao Xixi, everyone says that you have a good brain and are very suitable to be an adventurer. Why do you insist on doing something you are not good at?"

“Ulla-la-la-la—”

The hungover Kappa vomited happily on the empty mud ground in the garden, then began to clean up the scene with water magic, and said listlessly: "Dear and beautiful Miss Lannong, aren't perseverance and never giving up the virtues you praise? Why do people always tell me that I have no talent and have no expectations of my progress..."

“If perseverance means being hit hard by criticism, then the so-called perseverance is just saying never give up. We ask you to give up because we sincerely believe that you have no talent. We have no expectations of you because you have never produced any good works from beginning to end, and because your aesthetic sense is too poor.”

"That's too much! What do you mean by never having any good works? I am a poet after all, okay?"

Mr. Kappa was so angry that he jumped up and down, and his green face turned red.

Since I had already gotten to know his personality and drinking habits in the bar, I wasn't that afraid of this sub-human.

I carefully picked a pest off the flower and asked in a perfunctory tone, "Yes, Mr. Xiao Xixi is a great poet. Do you have any substitute works?"

However, my sarcasm seemed to be just digging a hole for myself to jump into.

Everyone knows that this stupid kappa has everything he needs except readers who can comment on his poems.

After hearing my provocation, Mr. Kappa immediately rushed to me with shining eyes and grabbed my arms tightly.

"Miss Lannon, I heard you! You just said you wanted to hear my poem—"

"Although I don't have any expectations, you should still recite your crappy poem as soon as possible..."

When I vaguely recall the poems that Xiao Xixi wrote in the past, I can't help but get goose bumps all over my body with shame.

Frankly speaking, Xiao Xixi's works are not ordinary at all.

The only extraordinary thing is that his poetry is so shameful that even others can't help but feel ashamed and despair for his taste.

Not only that, but the way he performed poetry in an exaggerated high octave was enough to make all the listeners commit suicide on the spot.

"Peach Blossom Fate"

"Peach blossoms bloom, petals falling like autumn rain,"

"Peanuts don't grow under trees, they grow under mud."

"When peach blossoms meet peanuts, it's time to fry millet."

"The fried chestnuts are delicious, and the peanuts are pretty good too."

"It's just that peach blossoms can't compare to tea leaves. They smell like an old lady..."

With the determination to avenge all the female compatriots whose names contain the word "peach blossom", I accurately grasped the pause point of this poem, and a watering can was thrown at the idiot kappa, interrupting his performance!

"Enough! Your first sentence is a grammatical error. The season for peach blossoms to bloom is spring, so where did you get the autumn rain from? Are you from Mopolis? Have you ever seen spring for only two seconds a year? If you were writing about peach blossoms falling, it should be peach blossoms falling, not peach blossoms blooming, right? You can't even tell the difference between falling flowers and blooming flowers. Do you really want to be a poet?"

"No, no, no, Miss Lannong, you misunderstood me. Isn't there a saying that goes, "Every ending is a new beginning." That is to say, the blooming of a flower is the state of its falling. From the perspective of life, we are always moving towards death, and death is a progressive process. So the falling of a flower is the blooming of a flower. The two are just nicknames for the same state. Oops, why are you hitting my bald head?"

"Because you, the bald head, didn't think about these things when you wrote this poem! And according to the context, I can't find any relevant metaphors in your crappy poem! Do you think that scribbling a few strokes on the drawing board and then describing it with pictures and stories is art? No! You are insulting art!"

"Ms. Lan Nong! I cannot agree with what you said! Poetry can be an occasional creation. The moment a poem is completed, it has nothing to do with the author. Everything is given meaning through the interpretation of the observer. You think my poetry is not good because you cannot find resonance in my poetry. That is your own personal problem!"

Xiao Xixi is such an annoying kappa. On the one hand, he is extremely unconfident about his own works, and on the other hand, he has a strong desire to protect his own poems. He desires others' comments, but he also wants to protect the words he created like a mother protecting her cubs, and he must refute every reader who criticizes him.

However, I am a person who likes to argue by nature, and I always find it difficult to give in when I think something is right.

I insisted, "Have you ever asked other people about this poem? Has anyone ever praised it for being well written?"

Kappa was speechless for a moment after being asked by me, and shouted with a face that was both black and red: "No! They are all a bunch of idiots who don't know how to appreciate great art! But even if the entire city of Mopolis can't understand my poetry, it doesn't mean that no one in this world can resonate with the same things as me. It's just that the three elements of time, place and people are not matched!"

"Don't worry, your three elements will never be successfully paired in your lifetime."

"Miss Lannon, is it really okay for you to curse my dreams like this?"

"Wake up! Stop dreaming! Face your society and life seriously!"

"Are you really a twelve-year-old loli? Aren't you the poor old man whose innocence has been corrupted by society?"

"Actually, my dream when I was little was to be a boxer."

"A person who is insulated from magic and martial arts cannot be a fighter, Miss Lannong."

"But then I found out that the average salary of a boxer is not particularly high, so I decisively gave up this unrealistic dream. Besides, a real boxer has to strictly control his weight, which means that there will be situations where he can't eat what he likes. Compared to dreams, don't we need to meet basic human survival needs first?"

"No... you just gave up your dream because you wanted to be a foodie."

"What's wrong with being a foodie? How can we survive without food? What's life without delicious food?"

"Well, Miss Lannong, if you like food, shouldn't you be a chef?"

"Foolish little Xixi! How can you see that I have a talent for cooking? The food that comes out of my hands can only be called food at best. Food is to fill hunger, while food is for enjoyment. I have realized a long time ago that only money can bring me food. In other words, money is the goal of my life!"

"I can tell you're joking, but your words are full of negative energy──"

"Xiao Xixi, don't you think it's stupid to do everything yourself? If I were you today, I would work hard and use the reward from the adventure to support a poet with more potential than myself, thereby indirectly bringing better poems to this world, instead of producing a large amount of waste paper that half a person can understand."

"Oh, that makes sense! No wonder! Paying money for poetry and writing it yourself are two completely different things, right? Besides, the main reason I write poetry is never to satisfy others. To me, poetry is the sublimation of the inner thoughts and emotions of intelligent people. It is the sound of the world playing my heartstrings. This sound does not serve anyone, it is a natural sound."

"So, Xiao Xixi, is it that the only thing in your head is the smell of peanuts, chestnuts and aunties?"

"Please allow me to remain silent. I was drunk when I wrote this poem."

"If you feel ashamed of yourself, why did you recite it out loud just now!!!"

“Because this is the song I feel least ashamed of!!!”

In the small garden behind the stone house, I chatted with a bald kappa about things that had nothing to do with struggle. We didn't talk about the wrath of nature, nor did we discuss the crisis that Lila brought to me.

I don't mention them because I don't want to bother anyone.

He does not mention them because they are no more beautiful than the verses.

Not mentioning anything serious, just filling the day with leisurely and boring conversations like this, is also a kind of attitude towards the unknown. There is no need to be vigilant all the time. When looking at the long-term, you must also remember to grasp the happiness that is within your reach. You cannot forget the present because of the long-term future.

"Well, Miss Lannon, I suddenly got the inspiration to write a poem. Do you want to listen to it?"

"No."

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65. Test Gun (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

"Well, Miss Lannon, I suddenly got the inspiration to write a poem. Do you want to listen to it?"

"No."

"Come on, come on, just one song! Just one song!"

"No means no, you're so annoying."

"It's really just one song, it's really just one song!"

Just when I was worrying about how to reject Mr. Kappa's second bad poem, a figure who shouldn't have appeared at the door of the back garden appeared at the right time. It was Bai Ye in a black dress. When she saw her appearance, there was a hint of doubt on the face of the little Xixi Kappa, but this doubt soon turned into a welcoming smile.

He rolled his eyes slyly, opened his arms to welcome the young lady Bai Ye and asked: "Oh, dear Miss Bai Ye, you came at the right time. I just happened to think of a good poem. Would you like to listen to it?"

But who is Bai Ye?

She only glanced at Kappa from the corner of her eye and saw through his intentions. Then she showed a hypocritical smile like a lady of high socialite, and declined politely, saying, "Sorry, I'm here to see Ulu this time. As for your work, please allow me to come back another day to read it."

"actually……"

After being politely rejected, Xiao Xixi wanted to continue to say something, but Bai Ye, who was good at controlling the rhythm of the negotiation, would never give you another chance to speak. I pretended to be deaf and dumb, ignored his words, and only spoke to me: "The revolver you asked me to improve last night is now adjusted. Do you want to try it right away?"

The revolver is ready? So fast?

I just drew a sketch of the exterior design for her last night...

Looking at the two dark circles under Bai Ye's eyes, I said in a skeptical tone, "Although this body of yours is only borrowed temporarily, it still belongs to Miss Maria. When you get your original body back, she will still have a beautiful funeral. Don't stay up late and mess up someone else's remains."

"So..." Bai Ye just shrugged disapprovingly: "Want to test the gun?"

Is there any need to ask about this kind of thing?

I raised my hand like a good kid and answered, "Yes! Of course!"

Hearing my energetic answer, Bai Ye nodded with satisfaction, and then took out a pistol shining with beautiful silver light from the space ring. There was no doubt that it was my beloved M29 revolver. Bai Ye perfectly reproduced my imagination in the design drawing last night, and even the Smith & Wesson watermark on the barrel was well polished.

"So touching! This is simply art!"

Silently feeling the touch of this classic pistol shell, the memories of fighting in the desert ruins all those years came to my mind. As a terrorist who is fond of light sniper rifles, the M29 revolver is my favorite that always accompanies me. If one shot from the light sniper rifle doesn't kill, then I can just add another shot from the M29 revolver and there will be one more body on the ground.