Chapter 933: Chapter 933: These Cheerful Folks Sure Are Fun When They Get Rowdy Sometimes
Actually, I’ve always thought Bingdisi is a pretty amazing character. She’s so fearless and never locks her mouth. Basically, as long as her eyes are open, whatever comes out of her mouth is always full of possibilities. She’s a real rogue, dares to slam the table against her own dad, discuss breastfeeding with men, and even dares to mention the forbidden phrase in front of Big Sister:
“Does she look like your mom?”
As soon as this fierce sister opened her mouth, I felt the pressure around lower. Big Sister’s hair was dancing in the windless air. We were surrounded by swirling black mist. Olympus Summit was nearly nighttime, but compared to the darkness around Big Sister, it was like bright sunlit morning. Even Yukari Yakumo, who fears nothing, decisively opened a gap and jumped in, waving a handkerchief to us goodbye from the void before leaving. Cheng Miao let out a “meow” and hid in Yakumo Lan’s tail. I looked at Yakumo Lan’s fluffy big tail and couldn’t help but wonder if this thing works on the same principle as Doraemon’s pocket. Last time I even saw this Nine-tailed Fox take out a ball of yarn from her tail…
Seeing even Yakumo Lan’s ears perk up, and the little fur on her face standing on end, I knew if I didn’t speak up, Big Sister would scare this canine creature and the feline creature in her tail to death, so I awkwardly coughed twice: “Well, Sis, peace be upon you, Bingdisi’s been like this for ages.”
I guessed with Bingdisi’s thick skin, it’s tough for anyone to make her realize her mistake, so I could only smile apologetically at Big Sister, because I know with my sister’s gentle nature, she’s not really angry now, just a bit annoyed.
This topic really is a bit nostalgic. Actually, Bingdisi wasn’t the first to tease us like this. Almost everyone who knows me and Big Sister would share the same thought. Just think about the time when it was just me and Big Sister alone. What kind of life was that, with a girl only four or five years older than me, whom I called sister but raised me like a mother? It’s hard to imagine how a little girl only a bit over ten managed to take her five or six-year-old brother this far. Now that everything’s over, Big Sister’s habits from those early years seem forever unchangeable, like occasionally nagging about my bad habits, but it’s not annoying, only fills you with warmth. And this nagging inevitably reminds one of mom…
For Big Sister, being made fun of like this is quite an exasperating thing.
“Did I say something wrong?” Bingdisi suddenly nudged my arm, looking at the Blackened Sister who was calming down, “But I thought it was a compliment.”
“If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.” I rolled my eyes at her and pulled Big Sister to sit by me. Big Sister helplessly returned the look and finally returned to her normal posture: “Whatever, whatever, I’ll be stuck with you for life.”
“Phew—” Yakumo Lan, the closest to us, let out a sigh as if released. Her perked ears and tail fur gradually softened, then she scratched her face with her paw and bounced away.
Lin Xue watched Yakumo Lan’s retreating back and waited three seconds before asking in a low voice: “Has that Cat Demon shown up again?”
We all respectfully watched the distant, slowly departing tails of a certain fox girl, realizing there was still a Cheng Miao hidden in there. We couldn’t help but sigh that Newton died too early; how did she manage that…
“Master, there are so many people here…” Anwina huddled behind me timidly. Out of maidly awareness, she refused to sit at the same table with her masters, but didn’t dare go near the big bonfire because of strangers, so she could only huddle there pitifully, touching my arm, “Master really isn’t going back for dinner?”
When I turned my head, I saw this timid little maid looking at me with big eyes like an abandoned kitten. Since her masters weren’t home for dinner tonight, she felt she was losing her purpose and had to brave it out to come with her mistresses, but upon arrival found the situation more daunting than expected, leaving Anwina deeply conflicted. I watched her aura flicker like neon lights and couldn’t help but lament that Edison also died young.
“You should learn to adapt to environments with many people,” Lin Xue said expertly, observing Anwina, “As a qualified maid, especially one with royal connections, you have to learn to give speeches when the owner needs it, organize meetings, receive envoys, arrange maneuvers, attend events, hold gatherings and…”
Anwina flashed brightly, then smoked from her head, collapsed, and remained motionless.
“Looks like this bulb’s filament burned out.” Miss Lin analyzed.
“By the way, why suddenly hold a banquet?” Big Sister looked curiously at the lively Demons around and asked, “And on Mount Olympus?”
“It’s not surprising when these Demons hold a banquet,” I shrugged, “Actually, it started because Yukari Yakumo encountered a Ghost Ship, same with Hades. They both ran into some ghostly Universe Warships at the World Edge. Both sides took it seriously, gathered to discuss important matters, and halfway through, the Demons thought that since so many people were gathered, they should celebrate. And then… well, it’s what you’re seeing now.”
“They could probably party till Doomsday,” Lin Xue sighed, holding her head, “So, what’s with the Ghost Ship? Why is there such a thing?”
I tried pinching Miss Lin’s nose: “Aren’t you the Prophet? Besides, didn’t you gather the inside scoop?”
“A Prophet doesn’t have radar on 24/7, and whose phone doesn’t need charging?” Miss Lin dodged before I could act, then sweetly stuck her tongue out, “This Miss Lin has figured it out, some things the more you know, the more it hurts. The other day I found some interesting novels online, accidentally opened a prediction, and it practically turned me inside out—I even saw through the sequel the author planned to write in three years, how do you deal with that?”
I gave her a silent look: “That’s your karma, spending all day underlining spoilers in detective novels at the library.”
Sandora knocked on the table: “Hey, hey, off-topic, off-topic.”
I coughed, then told Big Sister and the girls everything about the Ghost Ship without missing a word. The girls listened attentively, but apart from Big Sister’s serious expression, the others seemed indifferent. Lin Xue, the Demi-Immortal, always appears unconcerned about everything. Sayaka couldn’t understand what the World Edge meant, Anwina was trying hard to make herself glow blue, experimenting to see if she could verify money, while Dingdang was focused on tackling the apple on the table, which posed a significant challenge for her as she couldn’t find a good spot to start.
In general, our household seemed to be full of carefree people: thankfully, the most carefree, Qianqian, was already leading the kids to play elsewhere; otherwise, I’d be more conflicted now.
“Hey, you don’t seem worried at all; does this mean it’s just a minor trouble?”
I tentatively probed Miss Lin’s thoughts. While she couldn’t disclose much about the future, by using the right method behind the scenes, she could still reveal some information through our mutual understanding. Over time I’ve become skilled at gleaning a bit of future direction from her hints.
“Who knows, things without danger could still become turning points. The future’s uncertainty lies in the fact that any trivial Little Thing can completely overturn the final outcome,” Lin Xue seemed indifferent, shrugging her shoulders and then pulling out a hundred yuan bill from her pocket to place in front of Anwina, “Hey, hey, glow blue, let me see if I can spot the anti-counterfeit Mark…”
Anwina adjusted the spectrum, and the result was that a fluorescent mark really appeared on that hundred-dollar bill, leaving me completely dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time: Could it be that the latest generation of perfect maids also needs to have a banknote verification function? Anwina, how do you, as a ghost, manage to emit ultraviolet light?
“This is certainly a difficult high-level skill.”
Sayaka, who had been training with Anwina for a long time, stared blankly at the “Master” flashing back and forth between ultraviolet and infrared like a police light, and said, feeling defeated. I think this sister of mine has been hanging around with the abnormal Anwina so much that her view of life is now skewed.
“Once in a while, it’s nice to join in the fun with these folks,” Big Sister commented suddenly as she looked at Qianqian, who was dancing merrily with children and demons not far away, “Truly, I prefer this kind of life.”
Living a peaceful and stable life with family is Big Sister’s greatest wish, which doesn’t surprise me at all. From the beginning to the end, she has always been someone who enjoys peace, probably due to her life experiences. She feels that being able to spend each day peacefully is the happiest thing. This might somewhat differ from our current family life, but it’s undeniable that it’s just her style. Yet, faced with Big Sister’s sigh, I could only scratch my head embarrassedly—what kind of a big shot am I, finding it hard to fulfill even this small wish of my sister’s? Never mind a peaceful routine; I can’t remember the last time I spent three consecutive months in tranquility.
It’s as if we were connected, for Big Sister glanced at me subtly, with a faint smile at her lips: “But if it’s always this way, people will become lazy. If you want a good life, you must strive for it yourself. This is our family’s motto, you know.”
Bingdisi nudged my arm again: “Hey, I really feel your sister resembles your mom. My mom used to educate us like that: If you want territory, you better have a big fist.”
Now I finally know where Bingdisi’s odd worldview originated from.
As a result, Sandora rolled her eyes at the Rogue Goddess and corrected me: “The original quote is: ‘If you want followers, you should offer your sincerity.’ Don’t believe her version. With her mouth, she can make a school essay sound like it was written on the frontline in Afghanistan.”
I’m starting to feel more and more that Sandora has deeply poisoned herself…
Right at that moment, a tiny, muffled call abruptly interrupted our conversation from the table: “Ah! Someone help Dingdang! Can’t see anything!”
Shocked, I looked down and found an apple bouncing on the table, with two tiny, bare feet under it. Dingdang had finally managed to find the right place to bite into the apple (I suspect she might have literally face-planted into it, as mathematically, there’s no way her mouth could normally reach the pulp), but it seemed she was eating so fervently that she ended up entirely inside the apple!
The muffled cries for help came from inside the apple: “Can’t see anything, can’t see anything!”
Everyone stared in astonishment at this little fool. She was wearing an apple over her upper body, stumbling around the table. No normal person would ever imagine how much space in this little one’s brain is actually used for thinking. Eating an apple to such an extent is already quite remarkable. Clearly, this little thing was so absorbed in eating that she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings, and only when she wanted to lift her head after eating did she find herself in total darkness. Panicked and clueless about what happened: After spending so much time with Dingdang, I can practically tell instantly where her stupidity is bursting from, which is truly an impressive skill.
Of course, while it’s entertaining to see the little one being silly, it seemed like this flustered creature wasn’t going to figure out how to get out of her predicament any time soon, so I planned to reach out and help. However, the unexpected happened just then. Before I could act, the Dou Ding Goddess had already hopped over to the edge of the table and then…
“Splat.”
It really was a “splat” sound, immediately followed by Dingdang’s elated exclamation: “Wow! I can see the light again! Dingdang is so amazing!”
Big Sister bent down to pick up Dingdang, or more precisely, to pick up the apple. Dingdang was still inside, with her head sticking out from the top just as you might imagine. Dingdang’s feet landed on the ground, and under the influence of inertia, the apple fell, and the little one’s head popped out from above, forming the magical sight of a Dingdang-filled apple. I think this is yet another culinary historical miracle after boiled Dingdang. If this kid’s head doesn’t get fixed soon, one day, it’ll become the main ingredient in a full feast spread.
Dingdang’s arms were still trapped inside the apple, with only her chest and calves exposed. The little one’s head was covered in bits of pulp, but she showed no concern for her current situation, laughing as she ran around on the table as if she’d become one with the apple. Sayaka watched curiously for a long time, then suddenly gave Dingdang a push… and this little fool started rolling along the tabletop until Big Sister could no longer bear to watch and stopped her with a fork.
While the great and sacred Life Goddess bore the shake-ups of life, Yelsen’s deep and rugged baritone voice came from afar: “Oh dear, I won!”
Suddenly, I felt the world was utterly hopeless…
Just then, a drunken voice suddenly came from beside me: “Drink, drink, today there’s no work, it’s a good day for drinking…”
Before I could turn around, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over, and the newcomer’s identity was already apparent. Sure enough, soon a pair of big, pointed horns appeared at the table, followed by a short girl holding a big liquor gourd, grinning foolishly at us: “Long time no see, long time⑨ no see, hmm, good wine… you’re all not joining the fun, so I came, to share drinks with you… hic!”
The newcomer was none other than Ibuki Suika, the most famous drunkard from the Fantasy Country, known for her wild brute strength and invincible alcohol tolerance. Lately, I have been seeing her often because she joined the Shadow City’s City Management Team, functioning somewhat as a civil servant. But her reasons for joining were quite amusing. She was initially persuaded by the No Morals Ling Meng… the Red and White City Manager told Suika that by becoming a city manager, one could obtain an employee meal card for unlimited consumption within the staff-exclusive commercial zone inside the Military Isolation Zone, which meant having all the unlimited booze she could ever want. We all know how Suika’s head works; most of her intelligence gets stuck in those horns, so she fell for it in an instant. Now, she’s become Ling Meng’s number one laborer, responsible for patrolling the combined area when the No Morals Red and White Witch is slacking off and taking naps. She even has to help the latter clean and do heavy work, which leads to her usually being in a busily bustling state.
Of course, from the looks of it, this ghost clan girl is quite content with her life now, although she still hasn’t realized that Ling Meng isn’t the boss of all city managers and that joining doesn’t necessarily mean following Ling Meng’s orders… Well, anyway, there are enough fools in Shadow City, one more doesn’t make a difference, so let’s just wish this drunkard doesn’t get worked to death by Ling Meng.
Suika is a very warm-hearted person, especially with friends, she is very sincere. Despite her usual habit of picking fights and sparingly going to places like Ironforge to challenge people, causing no small amount of trouble, overall, she is quite an adorable character. So I took her liquor gourd and poured myself a bowl, and casually knocked on one of her horns: “Looks good, seems like it’s fully grown back.”
“The horns of the ghost clan aren’t to be touched lightly,” Suika wobblingly shook her head, “But let’s not talk about that, I’m looking for that strong opponent! Last time, she broke my precious horn, this time, I’m definitely taking a scale off her!”
Lin Xue mumbled as she leaned over: “Suika’s been holding in her rage, she’s been nicknamed Sundae Superhuman for three long months…”
Me: “… Fitting.”
I was right. Suika was eager to come offer drinks, clearly intending to find Lin for a fight, but… well, doesn’t it sound rather interesting?
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