Chapter 22: Amivie Losweiser
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When Arthur Reinhardt’s gaze turned toward Shirleyviel. It wasn’t until she was gently pulled by Old Anna that Shirleyviel snapped back to her senses. She stood up awkwardly with her…
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Chapter 58: Journey to Xicheng: Landing on the Island
“You must be tourists,” the Boat Captain said while steering at the stern. His voice had a rhythmic cadence, characteristic of the local dialect. “Mm.” Lin Yiren held her Smartphone…
Chapter 57: Journey to Xicheng: Setting Sail
In the Hotel room, a Conch sat on the bedside table. The Bed sheets next to it were wrinkled; the person who had been lying there was already up. “Ding…
Chapter 56: Trip to Xicheng — Lantern Alley, the Little Conch
By July, the number of tourists had already begun to swell, and the sound of car horns echoed from the roadways every now and then. With so many people on…
Chapter 55: Journey to Xicheng: Arrival, the First Meal
With a “beep,” the bar lifted, and the Luxury Car smoothly and lightly passed through the ETC lane. “Nice car.” The male driver behind tapped the steering wheel, his eyes…
Chapter 54: Journey to Xicheng: Before Departure
The dim room was only illuminated by the cold moonlight shining on the floor. From the bed came the sound of fabric rubbing together and the gentle creaking of the…
Chapter 53: A Summer Night
As soon as Chen Zhaoyue sat down, Lin Yiren pulled out a hand fan from somewhere and handed it to her. “I don’t remember having this at home.” Chen Zhaoyue…
Chapter 23: Your Lifesaver
It was midday, on the main eastern road dozens of miles away from Shadowlight City. The black-haired girl’s eyelids flickered several times. After struggling to open her eyes, the piercing…
Chapter 22: A One-of-a-Kind Skill, Uncle
She steadied herself and prepared to ask the coachman for some useless scraps of cloth to replace the tattered strip around her neck first. Enduring the waves of throbbing pain…
Chapter 21: I’m a Cook, You Know!
The wheels rolled over the gravel road, letting out a monotonous and lengthy “creak.” The dilapidated freight carriage traveled slowly along the bumpy suburban road, its cabin filled with sacks…