RoleplayNovel Chapter 3815 Oh, Eleanor!
Chapter 3815 Oh, Eleanor!
Chapter 3815 Oh, Eleanor!
Shenzhou, Zhongnan Mountain Academy... Hall of Cultivation Techniques.
Like most fantasy novels, the academy's cultivation hall is divided into five levels—currently, Li Donglai's authority only allows him to freely enter and exit the first and second levels.
Furthermore, to prevent students from trying to learn too much at once, they must master each new manual and pass a test before they can choose a new technique.
"The Five Elements Great Escape Technique... this is it."
Li Donglai silently pulled out the book on the Five Elements Secret Techniques from the bookshelf—this was not the direction he originally intended to cultivate, but it was something that [Li Dongnan] had secretly asked him to collect.
It seems that this book, "The Great Escape Technique of the Five Elements," can complete the core secrets of a certain school of thought in Japan.
Before this, Li Donglai had already successfully provided Li Dongnan with another secret manual... Li Donglai dared not imagine how many more martial arts manuals from China would be stolen by the island nation in this way in the future.
But he was already soaked, and there was no way for him to turn back...
"Li Donglai, your borrowing time for today is up!"
"Okay, I'll be out right away!"
Without making a sound, Li Donglai put the manual back in its original place, picked up the one-time jade slip with the cultivation technique already inscribed, and slowly walked out of the cultivation technique hall.
Outside the door, Xiao Yuan and Yi Shi had already come out.
"Donglai, let's go!" Xiao Yuan called out. "Hurry up, the finals in the United States are about to begin!"
Tonight, we've arranged to watch the live stream from across the ocean at Xiao Yuan and Li Donglai's dorm. Besides Yi Shi, there will also be a few other close students from the academy.
"Alright, I'm coming right now." Li Donglai said with a slight smile, "There's going to be a match for [Little Sword Immortal] An Ran later, I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Absolutely!" Yi Shi was now a die-hard fan of the Little Sword Immortal. "I'm planning to minor in swordsmanship next semester! From now on, you'll have to call me 'Poet Sword Immortal'!"
"Shit Sword Immortal?"
"Aaaaaah, I'm going to smash your dog head in!!!"
"Hahahaha!"
so good……
Just like young students...
Li Donglai's gaze was deep and unfathomable.
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The competition consists of three stages, culminating in the final.
Qu Rou did not end her state of enlightenment even when the official competition time arrived.
Her aura grew increasingly rich and profound, suggesting that she had gained a great deal from this enlightenment... Overall, it was indeed a good thing.
After all, Qu Rou was a seedling cultivated by the Administration Bureau. Seeing that the potential of this sapling had made a leap forward, the old man still had some doubts in his heart, but even AK could not suppress his smile.
"That's how it is, so we're forfeiting Qu Rou's match."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Congratulations," [Radiance] said with a smile.
Three judges were sent to verify Qu Rou's case, and after it was approved by the chief judge [Huiyao], the matter was settled.
As for the consequences of Qu Rou's sudden withdrawal from the finals, that was not taken into consideration by the referee team.
The lottery tickets are sold by American businessmen; what does that have to do with our fair and impartial judging panel?
Furthermore, gambling is inherently risky, so proceed with caution.
Outside the betting station, there was a chorus of groans, but the bets wouldn't be refunded, and no amount of cursing would change anything—after all, many people had also bet on the [Abraham] contestant in this match.
Volunteer patrols then entered the area, and the riot was quickly quelled.
Ziling's mother, who knew early on that Xiaomei was in seclusion and had an epiphany... didn't bet on this match at all, she only bet on Dazhuang a few times.
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"I didn't expect you to actually let Abraham win?"
Inside the hotel's presidential suite, Kim clicked his tongue as he looked at the large payout on the [Z-coin] website... He had originally thought that John would lose to Abraham no matter what, or at the very least, it would be a draw, with both of them being eliminated.
“Why not?” John chuckled.
Jin Shi scratched his head and said, "Won't you have to pay a lot in compensation?"
John scoffed, "The losses are all Z-coins that were already in the pool. I didn't put any Z-coins in from the beginning. Besides, in a big gambling frenzy, if gamblers can't see any hope of winning, will they continue playing?"
Jin Shi shrugged. "John... Constantine, that guy's a real old fox."
As for the claim that this guy didn't invest anything at all, Jin Shi didn't believe it for a second... If he didn't invest anything, where did all those redeemable items on the [Z-coin] website come from?
Isn't this John's own slush fund, his own savings?
He even suspected that John, that old fox, was actually a middleman... secretly reselling the shop's goods?
Otherwise, why would this guy be so rich after just waking up from a vacation?!
"Speaking of which, what's the story with this little girl?"
"What?"
John stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the room, casually glancing at a corner of the city, and pointed, saying, "It seems she's been tracking you all along, hasn't she?"
"What a boring guy." Jin Shi didn't even glance at him, waving his hand like he was swatting a fly. "If you're interested, go flirt with him yourself."
John glanced at Kintoki, who was slumped on the sofa, with a complicated look in his eyes—there really are such Dark Souls... unwilling to take on business that's offered to them.
...Kintoki, what is it that you, the gatekeeper of the [Initial Level], truly care about?
"I'm going out for a bit." Jin Shi suddenly stood up.
It was like a zombie suddenly coming back to life.
John slowly typed out:
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In fact, betting stations aren't only set up at the tournament venues... there are numerous betting stations scattered throughout the city's streets.
Even though the volunteer patrols are composed of non-humans and superhumans, dealing with such a large-scale riot is no easy task... The patrols even had to rely on the resources of S.H.I.E.L.D. stationed in Washington, D.C.
However, many people were still injured in the riots due to trampling.
"Get out of the way! The ambulance can't get in! Get out—!"
The impatient patrol members had already started cursing—they didn't care at all that the cursing would attract complaints from the public.
At first, being on patrol was quite exciting... but after a few days, this thankless job was something even a dog wouldn't do—if it weren't for an agreement, most of the team members would have quit long ago.
"...Seriously, why are we doing this kind of thing here?"
Gareth, one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table of the Knights Organization at the time, sighed as he watched the riots on the street.
“No matter how small the task, we should not be lazy, senior Gareth.” Lancelot replied expressionlessly, and directed the scene in an orderly manner.
Knight Gareth couldn't help but roll his eyes... The only one to blame is that "senior" who became one of the referees.
Even though he's already retired and should be enjoying his retirement, he was still persuaded to come out of retirement and get involved in this mess after all the nice things people said to him.
[Senior] even had the audacity to petition the authorities, and in the end, he and Lancelot were sent over... Look at how other companies operate; they just stuff those stragglers into the patrol team, okay?
Two dignified members of the Round Table Twelve Riders have come here to work as city management officers. The old "senior" doesn't feel ashamed, but he does... he has nowhere to put his face.
"That old man is senile!" Gareth said indignantly—he had been cursing for days, ever since he arrived in Washington.
“Alright, that ‘senior’ is still your teacher, Gareth.” Lancelot shook his head. “As a knight, you should respect your teacher.”
"You're wrong. If that old man weren't my teacher, I would have killed him already!" Knight Gareth sneered. "What you see now is my most respectful and filial demeanor towards my teacher!"
Lancelot was too lazy to argue with him. "Senior Gareth, you stay here and keep watch. I'll go check out the situation on the street ahead... The riots are getting pretty bad, and I'm worried that someone might take the opportunity to incite unrest."
“This isn’t Britain, why are you so concerned?” Gareth said irritably. “No matter how well you do, the President of the United States won’t praise you.”
Lancelot said nothing, and with a light leap, he was already out of Gareth's sight.
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In the blink of an eye, Lancelot had already taken in the situation on the city grounds... In the sea of people, there seemed to be a gaze that was completely unadorned, staring intently at him.
Lancelot frowned, his figure flashed in mid-air, and he silently landed in the crowd.
People came and went, their presence a chaotic mix... yet that gaze remained steadfast.
Lancelot tried to pinpoint the other's location, but no matter what she did, the other maintained a constant distance from her... This suddenly stirred a slight anger within the young Knight of the Round Table.
This was a mocking act.
Suddenly, the other person stopped moving and stood in the crowd on the street.
Lancelot's gaze sharpened slightly, and with his superhuman dynamic vision, he immediately spotted the other person... It was a guy with his hands in his pockets, wearing a thick gold chain, and smiling... smiling like a humanoid megalodon.
His entire body exuded an extremely dangerous aura... Lancelot felt as if he had stepped into the other party's territory in an instant, and his heart suddenly felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by something, and a feeling of suffocation followed!
In a daze, the figure of the dangerous person disappeared again!
Lancelot took a deep breath and instantly activated the power of the knightly name [Lancelot]!
Extreme speed!
A terrifying gust of wind instantly knocked down pedestrians on the street... The staggering pedestrians saw nothing at this moment and could only curse and grumble.
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"stop!"
Upon reaching the rooftop of a building, Lancelot unleashed several flashes of sword light.
The sword light condensed and did not dissipate, directly nailing itself to the floor of the rooftop... The young man with his hands in his pockets calmly dodged... Finally, he flipped backward and landed on the water tower.
"Who are you? Why are you spying on me?" Lancelot asked, sword in hand.
Then the young man on the water tower suddenly narrowed his eyes and finally pulled his left hand out of his pocket... his fingers casually shaped like a pistol.
"Bam—!"
The young man made an onomatopoeic sound.
Instantly, Lancelot sensed immense danger... Instinctively, he conjured the [Indestructible Lake Light] and swung it to block!
In an instant, the entire rooftop space seemed to be dragged into purgatory... completely turning into a dark red space. Lancelot felt his whole body trembling under the pressure of the opponent's terrifying power.
This opponent is simply not in her league...
"The resilience is not bad..."
The young man... Jin Shi tilted his head, preparing to fire his finger gun once again.
Just then, a sliver of sword light suddenly flashed past Kintoki's cheek... The sharp sword light even sliced open Kintoki's cheek, revealing a bright red mark.
Lancelot, with his head bowed, slowly floated up.
A glint of fanaticism flashed in Jin Shi's eyes, and he burst into laughter.
Lancelot slowly raised his head. "Kintoki... do you know what you're doing?"
Kintoki's loud laughter immediately stopped, replaced by a smiling expression. "Yo, Eleanor... Boss."
Lancelot's gaze held a chilling intensity as she slowly extended her arm. A silver chain instantly materialized beside her, shimmering...
Jin Shi's gaze sharpened slightly, and he quickly waved his hands, saying, "Don't misunderstand, I'm just saying hello..."
"The Lock of the Mortal World..."
"Ew...whoa!!!"
Without a second thought, Kintoki jumped out of the water tower, but the silver chains had a terrifying property of ignoring space and distance—in an instant, Kintoki was bound and thrown to the ground like a caterpillar—with his butt sticking out.
"...Boss, I was just saying hello."
With a blank expression, Lancelot stepped on Kintoki's face. "I think you're too relaxed... During Dark Souls Vacation, no Dark Soul is allowed to disturb you, otherwise it will be considered a provocation. Kintoki, do you think you can provoke me now?"
“Eleanor, you know I know you best,” Kintoki said with a smile. “I might not recognize other Dark Souls right away… but do you think I can’t tell you apart? I was just saying hello…”
You are wasting my vacation time.
"I don't have the money to pay compensation..."
Lancelot coldly stared at Kintoki, who was curled up on the ground, until he saw that Kintoki looked uneasy. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and slightly moved his fingers to unlock the Lock of the Mortal World.
Relieved, Kintoki sat down on the ground and swung his arms, saying, "Eleanor, you're still got it! You're still got it! In my opinion, you shouldn't have retired. This generation of general manager is completely incompetent... all they do is exploit hardworking employees like me!"
Lancelot said calmly, "If you don't want to be inexplicably thrown into the sewers and reborn as a paramecium during your next vacation, then you can continue."
Jin Shi used his brainless imagination to fill in the blanks for a moment, and found the scene too beautiful to bear. He couldn't help but shudder and quickly said, "Speaking of which, Eleanor, actually, during the [Power Tournament] in Shenzhou last time, I..."
"Let's not dwell on the Tournament of Power," Lancelot said calmly. "Why did you risk waking me this time?"
Jin Shi looked around mysteriously, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
Lancelot seemed to sigh helplessly, his voice softening slightly, "She was, after all, my former student; she wouldn't be so rude as to eavesdrop."
"Big Sister, do you... know where Uncle Manager went?" Jin Shi stared at her blankly.
But only silence met Kintoki's response.
a long time.
Lancelot then whispered, "Kintoki... are you really that bored?"
Jin Shi frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "I'm not doing anything. Anyway, with the Dark Souls' mechanics, I can't possibly fight against the current BOSS. What are you worried about? I'm just curious about the shopkeeper. Whether he's dead or alive, there has to be some explanation, right? Can't I even ask that?"
Lancelot shook his head. "Let's talk about this after you reach the [Initial Level]."
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