Guild Boss's Ambition

"Come to think of it, aren't you going to participate in the competition, too? What are you going to do then?"

The military advisor raised his chin and smiled sweetly, "The reason I participated in the competition is just to see Master Xiaolan up close. As for the championship, I have no interest at all. If possible, I will try my best to hold on until the third round. Depending on the situation, I will change roles from time to time. Ah──I am really looking forward to it more and more!"

"You can always take the initiative to talk to Xiao Lan. Why do you have to beat around the bush like this?"

"No! My current position is the most suitable one! If everyone who likes Little Blue were to pester her like you, then wouldn't she be very busy? Being a fan requires awareness. If I were one of those people who knew Little Blue from the beginning, I would have already stuck to her and thrown myself into her arms!"

"Throw yourself into someone's arms...what kind of a word is that?"

I couldn't help but feel ashamed of the words used by the military advisor. Although she is now 20 years old and not a serious person in normal times, she is always very mature and shameless when it comes to those sexual matters. However, most of the time, she looks at Xiao Lan with pure eyes. In essence, she has a completely different demeanor from most of the hopeless perverts in the Knights Templar.

However, I seem to have asked the wrong question just now.

That made the military advisor have a strange idea: "Ahhh, I really want to secretly catch Lady Xiaolan and bring her back to the Tree of Life, eat with her, bathe with her, sleep with her, and do all kinds of interesting things with her. She is usually so good at talking, that cute pink tongue must be very dexterous, right? No, no, no, it's better for her to lie down. I should take the initiative here..."

"Master Military Advisor, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

The military advisor's eyes curved into beautiful crescents, and he smiled slyly: "Xuanxun, you don't need to understand anything. Anyway, I am just fantasizing. Fantasy shouldn't be against the law, right? God gave us imagination. Isn't it also meant for us to escape from suffering through imagination? That's right, fantasy is not a crime! Fantasy is reasonable!"

No! She is beyond help.

Seeing that the military advisor had gone completely crazy, I decided to finish my noodles early and go to bed to catch up on some sleep.

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9. News (Blanny)

(Branny Erhard)

Gradually, there was one more student in Teacher Isabella's class.

He was a young boy from the Rabbit Tribe named Huabi. He was an adventurer and also a waiter in our guild. Even though he was a new student forced in by Xiaolan, Teacher Isabella didn't treat him in any special way. She still taught the boy at her usual pace, and the boy's ignorance often made her laugh.

"Is it really that difficult to write about the animal it, the female she, the male he, and the divine him, Mr. Warby?"

"Aren't they all him? The pronunciation is similar anyway, isn't it enough to be able to understand it?"

"Blanny, I feel dizzy. Can you pour me a cup of chrysanthemum tea?"

"Ah."

The situation is completely different from teaching me, Lian'er and Xiaolan. The unteachable Huabby poses a great challenge to teacher Isabella. In front of the naughty rabbit, even the most elegant old lady will be angry and show a variety of expressions. But there is nothing wrong with that. It is always good to have one more person to accompany this lonely old man.

Although he is a bit slow and innocent, this boy has good character.

A child with good moral character is good no matter what.

After making chrysanthemum tea for the teacher, I began to pack up my tools and prepare to leave. My history course for the day had ended. The following afternoon, I made an appointment with an adventurer and was hired to help him write a biography. It was about a strange story about him getting lost in a pirate's tomb, and it was said to have historical significance that must be recorded.

Even though I said I didn't want any money, he still gave me 50% of the copyright.

His reason is: Even the best story needs an excellent storyteller to interpret it.

And I was the storyteller he was referring to.

Am I really a storyteller? No, I don’t think I have that ability.

These days, there are only a handful of scholars who are truly capable of being called storytellers, and even fewer in this dangerous border fortress. I remember that Sister Meng'er had wanted me to hire a qualified storyteller more than once, but because my requirements were too strict, this matter has come to nothing to this day.

However, even if no professional storytellers are hired, the stone house will occasionally attract a few wandering visitors.

Most of them speak very badly, but a few speak exceptionally well.

It’s a pity that good storytellers are the ones that cannot be retained.

When they declined, I asked them why.

They told me -

"Real storytellers are wanderers with no fixed place to live."

"There has never been a storyteller who stays in one place."

"The biggest fear of those who tell the truth is being found by the people in the story."

"So, I'm sorry, it's impossible for us to stay."

In the afternoon, the journey from the clock tower to the stone house was quiet. There was still more than an hour before the actual meeting with the client, so I had time to sort out other chores, such as watering the flowers in the back garden, or delivering today's afternoon tea to Sister Meng'er. Recently, she has become not picky about food and is very easy to feed. She can be satisfied with just bread.

"ViVi, are you expecting me to say something?"

"Surprise?"

"Stupid."

Although there are still more than a hundred days to the Winter Snow Festival, ViVi appeared in my room dressed up as a snowman. She must have wanted me to complain about her, and I really couldn't help but complain about her. She laughed like a mouse because of my complaints, and then lifted the snowman doll's hood to reveal a bright red smile covered with sweat underneath.

"I failed. I didn't see your expression this time, dear Berlane. Can't you be a little more caring and gentle to me? I love you so much. I've even put on a puppet costume for you in 38-degree weather. Why don't you smile at me? If you smile, can't we both part happily?"

I immediately forced a smile so that she could see clearly what was happening.

She immediately shouted in dissatisfaction: "I told you, I don't want this kind of insincerity!"

I said unhappily, "Then don't complain."

ViVi shrugged nonchalantly and lay down on my bed: "Well, Berlane, let's have sex, okay?"

I replied immediately: “Not good.”

“Yeah—”

ViVi chuckled and said, "You don't even want a virgin who's right here at your doorstep. Are you still a woman?"

I just walked to the desk, put away the stationery I took out this morning, and resolutely ignored her.

She didn't care about my ignoring her, and changed the subject: "I heard you're going to participate in the poster girl exchange meeting? Why are you suddenly so keen on group activities?"

"This is only for the benefit of the guild," I explained.

"And what can you get? Money? Fame? Do you care?" she asked questioningly.

“……” I remained silent instead of answering.

"Ok! Ok! I was wrong. I asked even though I knew the answer."

The fox clown gave me a teasing look: "I should understand you. I should have understood you long ago. If you have to tell me everything before I can understand, then I don't have any special status in your heart. So, my destined iceberg sweetheart, do you need any support from anyone regarding the exchange conference?"

"Don't mess around." I said vigilantly.

"Hey, I'm your friend after all, okay? You should understand that you don't have many friends. If even I don't come to cheer you up, who else will cheer you up? That idiot Ehad? Oh no! No! She won't cheer you up, she will cheer for all of you. What a fucking playboy!"

ViVi scolded Sister Meng'er wantonly, but she was absolutely right.

Seeing her scolding like this, I felt happy inside.

Maybe she just said the lines I didn't want to say.

However, asking ViVi to support me is definitely not a good idea.

"Don't do anything unnecessary." I stared at her expressionlessly.

She did not respond to my request and warning, as if the discussion just now had ended, and changed the subject in a casual tone: "Do you know what people outside call you? They say you are a romantic. What do you think of this title? Do you feel uncomfortable? It's like someone has seen through your inner thoughts."

Romantic is a good name, but it also means that someone has seen through my low profile.

Most of human desires cannot be made public.

The violence of revenge, the lies of malice...

Jealous hostility, false friendliness, sexual fantasies...

Romance is not all beautiful, it contains both evil and good, so I have always been careful to express myself. For example, I am actually a spiritual exhibitionist. I like to let others see my inner self, but on the other hand, I don’t want everyone to see it clearly. If I expose all my desires in front of others, I will have nowhere to stay.

There have always been many exhibitionists like me throughout history.

People call purity lily and lightning wrath, all for the sake of a vague mystery.

"Nothing, it's just a nickname given by someone I don't know."

"Do you need me to find that guy and beat him up?"

I chose to ignore her and got back to business: "You haven't been on any missions lately, right?"

ViVi touched her round belly in the snowman costume and said with a sly smile, "Look, I'm pregnant and can't work. I think as a conscientious company, you should be more considerate to pregnant women."

A virgin birth? What the hell.

I reached out and tapped the snowman's belly gently, and the sound was like the hollow sound inside.

"In three days, you will be in breach of contract."

"Can't you give me a preferential treatment?"

"No."

"Oh, then let's go find some goblins to play with later. I'll be back in four days."

It seems that this time, ViVi is determined to intervene no matter what, which makes me feel very uneasy. It's like when my parents came to my elementary school for Parents' Day when I was a child. Although both of them are very outstanding adults, the attitude of holding me in the palm of their hands and caring for me is quite embarrassing.

No good child wants his parents to carry his backpack for him.

No normal poster girl would want a lunatic to cheer her on.

Comparing the two, I suddenly began to envy Xiao Lan.

Even though the Black Knights are very difficult to deal with, they are still social people who know their limits.

"ViVi, promise me, don't do anything rash." I had to remind her again and again.

"As long as the cheering groups of other participants don't do anything reckless, I won't do anything reckless either." The clown said with a smile.

What the hell kind of logic is this?

As long as other people don't cheat, then I won't cheat? Is she an elementary school student?

I was trying hard to think of how to convince ViVi not to attend the exchange conference, while she was struggling to take off the doll costume below her head. Under the doll costume was the clown costume as usual. She was sweating a lot, but there was no fragrance or odor. In my confused gaze, she took a step further and took off the orange-colored clown costume, completely naked in front of me.

A foxy beauty covered in sweat.

Her skin had been tanned recently, now a healthy tan, and her breasts were pink and small, the cutest I had ever seen.

She sat shamelessly on the window sill, her feet dancing freely in the air. Every look and every smile was filled with magical childish innocence. Perhaps it was all her acting, but the beads of sweat gleaming in the sunlight were as bright as gems. The breeze gently blew through my curtains, like a layer of fog, surrounding her body, making it vaguely visible.

"Well, Britney, why don't you come and do something?" she asked invitingly.

I swallowed and walked to the bed involuntarily, opened the wardrobe, and found the paints and painting supplies.

The fox was very well behaved today. She just kept doing ** in front of me. Apart from that, there were no other unnecessary actions.

It's a nice painting.

The moment she finished the painting, she stole it and disappeared into thin air, without even taking her clothes with her.

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10. With Her (Annie)

(Anne Princeton)

Life is dull...

The business of Stone House is gradually picking up...

Ophelia is as chatty as ever...

I'm still a person who doesn't like change.

"Well! Senior Annie, today is a holiday, why don't we go out for a walk?"

Even though I am a half-elf who is not good at change, I have found my own way to change today. Whenever I want to stay where I am and reflect on the past, a pair of hands will take my arm and lead me forward. She is full of courage, enthusiasm and hope for the world. She is not Shalom, but she is not inferior to Shalom.

Should not be compared.

[If you are comparing subconsciously, doesn’t that mean you haven’t completely let go? ]

Ophelia spoke for me.

"Because those aren't memories that should be forgotten."

I held Gu Shan's hand, responded to Ophelia's question in my heart, and said to Gu Shan with a smile: "Sure, the weather is very good today. There is a red sun that can burn half-elves. If we go out at noon like this, we will definitely be able to harvest a lot of snowflakes falling off our skin tomorrow!"