Author: Oilinstor

Donning the headphones, Ang Pailisi—Colonel Brownlion—listened to the voice coming through. He swept a glance at the few remaining people in the room, made a quick decision, and began speaking in a soft voice. In a language no one had ever heard before, he murmured into the headphones: “‘The Storm Ode of Emerald Peak, Volume…

At that moment, Yang Zicang felt that his thoughts had never been so rational, yet so utterly muddled. “Alright, listen up, my friends. “ He Yishu walked over, draping a hand on Yang Zicang’s shoulder, and said with a smile: “This inn is truly amazing. These are your old friends, right? ” For this last…

As the rippling patterns along his body faded away, Yang Zicang silently set both feet down on the hotel’s carpet. Of all times, they had to come knocking for a bid now. Sure enough… someone had already sold out everyone’s interests! Yang Zicang extended his hand, glanced at the room key labeled with the brass…

{Eh~ } Little Sour Sour, covered in a black, shimmering sequined dress, opened its slightly wide and long mouth, its eyes sparkling with the wonder of seeing something unknown for the first time, as it leaned in towards the gap where the stone slab was gradually dissolving into a large hole. Li Li Ya, suddenly…

The whistling sound of the wind swept past the ears of Zhou Feng and his companions. The huge carpet, loaded with machines and several boxes of video tapes, swept across the vast, boundless ocean. Yang Zicang, clad in the black military uniform of the Advisory-Client, sat on the edge of the flying carpet, his gaze…

Semis was caught. This man was being pinned down by the crowd and forcibly brought before Ba****ss’ communications device. “Hey, easy, easy! “ Casper Brido looked at the man who’d just emerged from a room that could connect to the Magical Inn, a hint of surprise on his face. “Did you catch him? ” Zhao…

“What do you want to do? “ Underneath this green shade, the colonel’s deep gaze fixed on the man before him. Yang Zicang stood with his hands on his hips, staring blankly with furrowed brows, lost in thought. A gust of wind passed, rustling the treetops with a whisper. “Hmm, ” Yang Zicang murmured softly…

Kim Klest had never imagined that, in just a single morning, the great figures who came to see him—especially these great ones from foreign lands—would outnumber all the gentlemen with noble titles or seats in Parliament, and the noblewomen, he had seen in the first twenty-some years of his life put together. Particularly noteworthy were…

On the bustling street, the crowd was gradually growing larger. Facing the many more campfires lining both sides of the street, many who had been utterly perplexed just two or three hours ago now showed expressions of natural understanding or a collective look of sudden enlightenment amid the growing discussions. “So, did our Mr. Admiral…

Seemingly accustomed to being treated with such warmth by the Fogfolk, Pailisi gave a slight nod to the youth standing outside the deep wooden door marked room 407, then said to Yang Zicang, “I need to get in touch with another companion of mine. “ “Do you need me to prepare equipment for you here?…