[hide for=”logged”]

Chapter 25 Enviousness (Part 1)

Bag of bag

Jinz corrected him with a deeply meditated look. If it is necessary to explain it, it would be the only light in the city, where it should be, a light-dispersing shadow that sits on a quiet street. Or the casual spark on himself, left the rock. Or you get points. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“You know,” Feisha began seriously: “I’m a pretty good friend with Hughes.”

Jin laughed at his teeth.

Feisha noticed that Gina’s teeth are more likely to feel a sting. “Ermann Isserus agreed to confirm his life.

“But not your body. I’ve heard people have a great deal of torture techniques.”

“Why can not you delete some better?” Feisha gets breath. “You have to choose a human civilization for more than 5000 years.

“Medieval torture techniques?”

Sleep “I swear I’m innocent.

“Do not you know that more innocent people will die than executors every year?”

Feisha finally smiled and smiled a smile: “There is no problem that can not be solved by some discussion.”

“Oh, I think you do not want me to discuss something.” Jin raised his eyebrow.

“How, right, will we have a broth? Will you think that?” Laughing Feisha, sweeping the box. A thousand years old witch and brother, what is life? “You can say something and say something”

“How will you clean this salad?

Apparently, Almedande swings, maybe getting some reward from it. Ha, this dirty will be your death!

… maybe the best idea, but avoid it loudly. “What do you think, maybe?”

Jin followed him with a dark laughter. Jesus, I was late than the girl from the ring.

“Oh …” Feisha “Understanding Above”.

“Oh,” Jin nodded.

They looked at each other at the same time. “So what do we do?

It’s a random coincidence that he wants to know! Feisha asked seriously and thought about it: “You can fight to destroy the king”

“I am a little weaker than Sir Kane.”

“…?”

“He is around the same level as Lord Cain.”

Basically it can not be done. Therefore, instead I’ll pull a few A <B, B = C, just you say I’m killing A

Well, would you like this main Cain? This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“: He will be ready and if he is Nemiga, it has 00 with a probability of 01 percent.”

“Now he is …”

“He is asleep.”

“Can not you wake up?” Feisha demanded hopelessly.

“Everyone who watches is waiting for her just waiting for her cross’s preparation”

Feisha shouted out. “Why do you cross, does the rabbit have a sense?

“We’re sleeping with it.

“…” The human way to think, it’s not easy to change at last. Again the heavy silence was stopped, what happened, Feisha continued the discussion. “Who else knows that between you and the DEU?”

“Sword, Hughes and you.” The cannon saw slightly. “When we had this, since the current Rule-zero class was set up as a stone, every representative of the world came and did not go there often … Jen Mark Isefels and titanium were the only names, but I do not think that I can Something to say about Marko. ”

Feisha did not doubt this fact for a second. The crash of intelligence and observation capability was evident from the way that worked as Hughes’s birthday.

“So, if we stay calm about it,” Feisha said, “right, who knows?” Mumbleed

Jin’s line of glance was solid. “Īsfels embraced and of course not, I obviously will not require the feet. If you have to leave the event of existence, Dea’d will eat their shoes. I have everything that remains, I think it’s …”

They both saw one another.

Feisha was surprised to grasp her heart. However, it can not be said of the sword “HAHAHAHAHA, Fair Knife.” Asoshite from the king’s throat also, I underestimated the never brush of strength that you are Mase’s sale. ”

“How much about money?”

“Li -!. How much money can be compared to the association is in the Brethren Feisha again hit the chest’s back, stood straight” Our people, our loyalty is nothing without heart!

Jin simply shrugged his shoulders. “For me it’s really your loyalty, much. Almedande not shit for many, if you catch the wind, the only one suspects you in the owner there. I am, however, from the ugly king Probably not fight because you kill, it will be a part of the cake. ”

“… logic you have used to achieve this conclusion, it does not exist are common and scientific elements, seriously wrong,” Feisha protested.

If you dare to lie, you will keep Noa’s race. “But the final result is correct, not only there you are talking about the idea that I will sell before what Feisha has never crossed your mind can also say seriously, I have continued Jin ‘in the rest of your life!”

Cursed Feisha caught her teeth and raised a voice, Gin was once again called: “And you can not get married and children too!

… Does this guy really try to kill him? But what was a Fiscal, if not stupid, on the face of the bear? “Of course … … as hell!

King of gold before man. From the knowledge of the humans, these two beasts must be in the worst state. Feish’s response seemed so natural to be true … “Please remember what you said today.

“I was born and I wish: Whatever he needs, he needs to worry about that, Jin doubted how precisely he could pick up Kara’s from the market:” Oh, why did you really kidnap the day? ” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Kidnaĉis?” Jin arrogate raised his head. “How can I use such inappropriate tactics as a member of a good clan?” Thanks to my stylish aura, an exciting smile and my attractive humoristic feeling. … ”

“The curse of this love works better than an aphrododic, is not it?”

“…” Jin directed him, without him.

“If you look, and talk frankly, was it not cursed, did you ever touch too much Deer?

Jin shows. “When you talk to you, my time is empty, I will see my dear merger.

Feisha darei went to him, shouted in the corridor and opened the door: “Your Majesty …” He quickly drew his hand to his mouth. Feisha did not fight just looking at the prisoners’ eyes.

Fine Jin “Why do you ask?”

“Buy”

“… Armedonde?

“Yes.”

Jin felt as if she were cut directly into my heart. “You are not moral, you are a shameful fool”

“If you think of this, they will no longer worry about you until they begin to form one another.

The jeans face turned 80 years away. “This kind of righteous glory was for you, for young people”

“This is the first time, there’s something like that.” Feiya answered humbly.

“Do not worry, practice will be easier.”

“…”

Given the wonderful change of his attitude, Jinz quickly changed the issue. “So do there still be concrete plans?

“I have no concrete plan, but it’s something thin”

President Kim’s interest and cooperation obviously increased exponentially as he heard that Almedonde and Deer never talk about the success of the plan. “Well, we’ll ask.

“Chuck, bribe”.

Unconscious anger “Do you have new tactics?

Feisha thought for a while and finally shouted “Aphrodisket”.

“… Well, do you have it?

Feisha knocked her chin. “Who do you think Leighton?” Although it was not just a weapon, the Leighton site can be considered as a convenience store.

“Did you think of the occasion?”

“What’s the case?

“The possibility that your plan will actually work.” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

This phrase is often said. Feisha nodded joyfully.

“And Da links Almundo”

Feisha settled down violently.

“And Kara decided to take revenge for you.

The step stopped.

“And Almedane helps.

“…” What happened to Bush before the hook? The cavalry is very dead.

Ding-dong-

Feisha and Jin saw each other to win. Hughes waited for tiredness and decided to come here?

He opened the door to see how Almedande stood calmly through his purple to glory. Feisha felt his sin fights.

“You are denier?” Asked Almund.

Suddenly, at Feisha, he remembered if the rabbit words try to evoke Ginu are decorated. “Well …”

Jinz left the room and fell to Almedande. Captured in the middle, Feisha began to fear fine.

Feisha spoke after understanding his mind. “I have probably come to a plan, but I need your help.”

Almedand gave Gin a little more time and clearly shows that he did not try to go out. Faisa probably talked about it with her so far. “Oh?”

“I thought Kara was only cold, he probably never spoke loudly, but I put this on him that he really loves you. This kind of circumstance is looking for more direct access. Do not you think?

Almedande is a little depressed by the phrase “He really likes you,” tone milding “and what does that mean?”

“The only answer is that I can think of the curse of love, but if you see him again nolādējat -”

“Curse again,” Almedante’s expression reached sub-zero dividing it into one second. It will probably be one hundred times more cool than the coldest city of Rakia, Yakutsk.

Feisha, that shot struck his face gray face, and looked gently at him.

“Another unit, apart from the mistress’s magic, suggests that the cause is a wound, but there is only one way to deny it.

………

Feisha saw his expression and he thought of a vampire standing beside him. The law of God of Murphy. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Translator’s note

“Medieval torture techniques?”

What Mr. Jin says here is the movie title: Chinese torture Qin story. It has a page of Wikipedia and everything whose main character is called a Small Cabbage.

Ha, this dirty will be your death! Is this Ten Count?

The remaining events (and bad events) and the skull cǎn (lit. Tragedy) are similar to Chinese. Like dirt and death. Go down, I tried

Jesus, I was late than the girl from the ring.

Although it’s not a girl out of the ring, it’s a keen fan fan. Just – Google or something for him. Data to compensate

What happened to Bush seriously before the hook?

See the section notes in Chapter 15.

The law of God of Murphy. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Instead of the law actually used by Feisha, Murphy was a margin of x \ yù used to describe when happiness is the worst crisis.[/hide]

[hide for=’!logged’]

Chapter 25: Jealousy (Part 1)

Cat out of the bag

---

Gin fixed him with a deep, contemplative look. If one were to describe it, it’d be like a lone streetlamp, its flickering light casting shadows onto a silent street where there should be none. Or maybe a flashlight that randomly turns on by itself, abandoned by a cliff. Or- you get the point.

“You know,” Feisha started seriously, “I’m pretty good friends with Hughes.”

“Not as good as me, I’d say,” Gin gritted his teeth.

Feisha noticed that Gin’s teeth seemed to get itchy quite often. “Erm. Isefel agreed to vouch for my livelihood.”

“But not your limbs. I’ve heard that humans have quite a collection of torture techniques.”

“Why couldn’t you take away some better things?” Feisha sighed. “You have more than five thousand years of human civilization to choose from.”

“Medieval torture techniques?”

Gulp. “I swear I’m innocent.”

“Didn’t you know that more innocent people die than guilty people each year?”

Feisha finally caved, smiling sweetly, “There’s no problem that can’t be solved with a little discussion.”

“Oh? I thought you didn’t want to discuss anything with me.” Gin raised an eyebrow.

“How could you think that? We’re bros, right?” laughed Feisha, patting his chest. Being bros with a thousand-year old witch, what a life. “Just say the word and we can work something out.”

“How do you plan on cleaning up this mess?”

Obviously by snitching to Almedande and maybe getting some reward out of it. Ha, this mess will be your death!

…Maybe not the best idea to say that out loud though. “What mess might you be referring to?”

Gin leered at him, chuckling darkly. Jesus, this was creepier than that little girl from The Ring.

“Oh…” Feisha ‘realised’, nodding.

“Oh.” Gin nodded along.

They stared at each other for a while. “So what do we do?”

What a coincidence, he wants to know that as well! Feisha thought about it, then asked seriously, “Can you beat the faerie king in a fight?”

“I’m a little weaker than Lord Cain.”

“…?”

“He’s around the same level as Lord Cain.”

So basically you can’t. Would it kill you to just say so instead of pulling some A<B, B=C therefore A bullshit?!

“…Ok, so would this Lord Cain of yours be willing to step in for us?”

“There is a possibility of 0.01% that he’d be willing. If he’s not sleeping, that is.”

“Then right now, is he…”

“He’s sleeping.”

“Can’t you just wake him up?” asked Feisha desperately.

“Anyone who dares to wake him up can just go prepare their cross ahead of time.”

Feisha frowned in confusion. “Why a cross? Wouldn’t a coffin make more sense?”

“We use that to sleep.”

“…” The human mindset isn’t so easily changed after all. Breaking the heavy silence that had once again befallen upon the two, Feisha continued the discussion. “Who else knows about that thing between you and Dea?”

“Isefel, Hughes and you.” Gin considered this for a moment. “The rules at Noah’s Ark weren’t set in stone back then, so representatives of each world would come and go pretty frequently. When we had that thing…there was only Isefel and a titan called Mark here. But I don’t think Mark ever realized anything.”

Feisha didn’t doubt that fact for a single second. The intelligence and observational skills of titans were quite evident from how Asa behaved at Hughes’ ‘birthday party’.

“So if we five keep quiet about this,” mumbled Feisha, “no one’d ever know, right?”

Gin’s gaze turned steely. “Isefel and Hughes definitely wouldn’t tell, and I obviously wouldn’t shoot myself in the foot. Dea’d eat his own shoe if it would erase the event from existence. I think all that’s left is…”

The two stared at each other.

Feisha felt fear gripping at his heart. “Hahahahaha, don’t underestimate the power of broship! I’d never sell you out, not even if the faerie king had a knife to my neck.” Can’t say the same about a sword though.

“What about money?”

“Wh- How could money ever compare to the comradeship that is between bros?!” Feisha stood up straighter, patting himself on the chest again. “Us humans are nothing without our sense of loyalty!”

Gin just shrugged, unimpressed. “I don’t really give a shit about your loyalty and whatnot. If Almedande ever catches wind of this you’re the only suspect here. I might not be able to beat the faerie king in a fight, but killing you would be a piece of cake.”

“…The logic you used to arrive at that conclusion is seriously flawed, there’s no scientific element to it at all,” protested Feisha.

“But the end result is right there, isn’t it? Or are you seriously going to tell me that the thought of selling me out never crossed your mind?” Before Feisha could say anything, Gin continued, “If you dare lie, then you’ll have to stay at Noah’s Ark for the rest of your life!”

Goddamnit. Feisha gritted his teeth to argue, but Gin cut in again, “And you can’t get a wife and kids either!”

…Holy shit this guy’s actually trying to kill him isn’t he? But what was Feisha if not stupidly brave in the face of, say, actual curses? “Of course not…” Like hell!

Gin squinted at the human before him. From his knowledge of humans, these two curses should be the worst there was. Feisha’s response seemed natural enough to be the truth… “Make sure you remember what you said today.”

“I will. I will.” Whatever, it’s not for him to worry about. Feisha was instead puzzled at how exactly Gin managed to take Dea off the markets. “Oh yeah, so how did you actually manage to kidnap Dea?”

“Kidnap?” Gin repeated, raising his head arrogantly. “As an illustrious member of the blood clan, how could I resort to such underhanded tactics? It was all thanks to my elegant aura, my alluring smile, my charming sense of humour…”

“That love curse works better than an aphrodisiac, huh?”

“…” Gin glared at him in displeasure.

“Look, honestly speaking, would you have ever been able to so much as touch Dea if it weren’t for the curse?”

Gin huffed, turning to leave. “Talking to you is a waste of my time, I’m going to go see my darling Hughes.”

Feisha darted past him and opened the door, screaming down the hallway, “Your Majesty-” He was quickly dragged back with a hand covering his mouth. Feisha didn’t even struggle, just stared at his captor with wide eyes.

Gin sighed. “Why do you ask?”

“Procuring.”

“…For Almedande?”

“Yep.”

Gin felt as if he’d been stabbed right in the heart. “You have no morals, you despicable bastard.”

“If you think about it, maybe they won’t come bother you anymore if they start making out with each other instead.”

Gin’s face immediately did a one-eighty as he patted Feisha on the shoulder. “This kind of honourable glory was made for you, young one.”

“It’s my first time doing something like this as well,” Feisha humbly replied.

“Don’t worry, it gets easier with practice.”

“…”

Noticing his rather jarring change in attitude, Gin quickly changed the subject. “So do you have any concrete plans yet?”

“I don’t have any concrete plans, but I do have some muddy ones.”

Gin’s level of interest and cooperation had evidently increased exponentially after hearing about how Almedande and Dea probably wouldn’t come bother him after the plan’s success. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“Blackmail, bribery.”

A scowl of contempt. “Don’t you have any new tactics?”

Feisha thought for a moment and finally blurted out, “Aphrodisiac!”

“…Well, do you have any?”

Feisha stroked his chin. “D’you reckon Layton would have any?” It wasn’t exactly an arsenal, but Layton’s place could almost be considered a convenience store.

“Have you considered a certain possibility…”

“What possibility?”

“A possibility that your plan actually works.”

A sentence well-said. Feisha nodded, pleased.

“And Dea hooks up with Almedande.”

Feisha nodded more vigorously.

“And then Dea decides to take revenge on you.”

The nodding came to an abrupt stop.

“And Almedande helps.”

“…” Seriously, what happened to bros before hoes? Chivalry is so fucking dead.

---

Ding-dong-

Feisha and Gin looked at each other for a beat. Could it be that Hughes got tired of waiting and decided to come here instead?

He opened the door to see Almedande standing quietly outside in all his purple-robed glory. Feisha felt his sins crawling on his back.

“You called?” asked Almedande.

At this, Feisha suddenly recalled how he had screamed the faerie king’s name down the hall in an attempt to scare Gin. “Erm…”

Gin emerged from his room and bowed at Almedande. Trapped in the middle, Feisha sweated profusely in fear.

“Ah, it’s actually like this,” Feisha spoke after gathering his wits. “I finally came up with a plan, but I need your help.”

Almedande gave Gin a quick once-over, noting how he seemingly had no intention to leave. Feisha was probably discussing this very matter with him before. “Oh?”

“I think that Dea’s just cold on the outside; he might not be saying it out loud, but I bet he actually likes you. This kind of situation calls for a more direct approach, don’t you think?”

Almedande was still lowkey reeling from the phrase “he actually likes you,” tone softening, “And what would that entail?”

“The only answer I could think of was a love curse. If you cursed him again-”

“Curse him again?” Almedande’s expression reached sub-zero in a split second. It was probably a hundred times colder than the coldest city in Russia, Yakutsk.

Feisha looked at him in confusion, then at Gin, whose face took on an ashen complexion.

“Other than the spellcaster lifting the curse themselves, there’s only one other way of negating it,” Almedande hissed icily, enunciating each syllable slowly. “Who is the other person?”

………

Feisha stared at his expression, then thought about the vampire standing beside him. Goddamn Murphy’s Law.

---

Translator’s notes

“Medieval torture techniques?”

What Gin says here is the title of a movie: A Chinese Torture Chamber Story. It has a Wikipedia page and everything, and its main character is called Little Cabbage.

Ha, this mess will be your death!

残局 cán jú (lit. (bad) aftermath) and 惨剧cǎn jù (lit. tragedy) sound similar in Chinese. Like mess and death. shut up i tried

Jesus, this was creepier than that little girl from The Ring.

Not the girl from The Ring, but 梅超风méi chāo fēng. Just- Google her or something. dat makeup

Seriously, what happened to bros before hoes?

See the chapter notes in chapter 15.

Goddamn Murphy’s Law.

Instead of Murphy’s Law, what Feisha actually used was 吾命休矣wú mìng xiū yǐ, a phrase used to describe when someone’s luck makes a turn for the worse in a crisis.[/hide]