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Chapter 29: Persuasion (Part 1)

Feish’s decision

Is he going to take up the matter with a dear one? 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.

In the lobby I was looking at a roof that was too high for one person to stop. As people, like Deep, tend to have more violent jokes than a gentle push, they just look like a threat, and bribery will not cut it. His gaze wiped all upright until he finally sat in the expensive room. If they are out, the one who is left is rocking with confusion and deceit.

But before that, he will be able to become the best medal of the medal. Almedand, God and Gins were very dear guardians and received their welfare costs. With this idea Feisha ran a ladder.

If it was first Feisha, maybe he probably seemed to kill himself rather than climbing the stairs on the 30th floor. But Feishai now has more tougher legs, such as a thin silhouette like college days. With such improvements Feisha was not very excited about the lack of Noah’s drawer lift. Here, the land was endless if there were a lot of buttons. You may need some outlets in order to wait for the height to be set.

Fancy takes a lot of reasons why I can climb a lot of stair flights, for example, now. At that time there was a close blue pool in front of us. He was not very tired. His clear water returned to the world and returned to the perfect image. Tauro was placed behind the chair in the hallway. Feisha walked across the pool and tried to see Isfel. It was pretty clear that anyone could dive.

His absence left a hole in the center of Feisha. The expected event dropped sharply. Every time he came to the pool, Feisha could always find Isfeli.

The Icefel doors were suddenly opened and Borja was surprised to feel well. Catching the terrible Feish’s appearance, Borja exclaimed. “I think I did not notice that I had a birthday party piece Jin.”

Feisha quickly lost his words. He smiled secretly. “Would you like to explain what happened to this conclusion? Where is Isfels? Why did Borja get out of Isfel’s room? Wait – probably he just went to Isfel’s room ….

Borja enchants the Circle of Faisha in his hands. “I am one of the most influential candidates to become the eighth demon of the King’s Hell, did you mean that your little technique is serious enough to seriously make me a fool?

Without going, his plan went very well. He seems to exaggerate the difficulties.

Borja, who did not receive the answer, took it as a quiet contract, immediately hit and released Feishu with a cold shine. Two pikes – black feathers are released on the shoulder.

Isfel’s own black hair stole the Feish’s breath, but for some reason Borja is a little more …

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It looked like a skirmish in some random soul tournaments. And even the type of fruit had only one upper print T-shirt.

Borja was planning her a little scare aura, but … “man fuck!

“No …” Feisha was so disappointed. He tried to rest from his face, but his muscles were nervous during the anxiety, so his smile cut his face.

The angry eyes of Boris were raging and brightly blooming. He misused the song when he breathed in. The water’s upper wall exceeded the inhabitants of the area and rushed to Feish.

After a series of attacks, when he passed in recent days, Feisha learned what can be done in such a situation. “Someone help me”

I heard “me” crying from the tile, the water wall collapsed meter from Feisha and quickly returned to the pool. If there were no stones on the shore, Feisha would be almost convinced that there were all hallucinations. He only saw a little before seeing the opposite bank.

Borja has left. It was Isfel and Abadon to replace him.

“Did you manage to forget that his father was here several times?” Abadon was able to hear a complaint.

Apologia responded in good faith to Isafer. “My feet moved by myself”

… At least he changed his body.

“Does this mean upgrades?”

“Yup”.

“So they will not move at that time?

“We have to wait until the next time”

“…”

Feisha ran to Isfel. “Hey, my leader! You are an excellent justice lawyer, your employee’s escort angel, do you know that?”

“This guy is quite interesting,” the hell is rammed with.

Feisha wanted to be humble. “No, you have compliment me. Asa is more interesting than I am.” Devil’s interests were not intended to be stored by people.

“No needle” was waving their hell. “We can not wait to compare with her.” 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.

………

Feisha felt the pain again for the rest.

Suddenly, the little devil is his big entrance from the stop from the pool, it was straight to Isafer. The black colors at the top of their wings, were sunken dissolve on the other side of the scene in the window. This time Feisha was a pretty cute duck behind Issefel.

Issefur hit Abaddon in front of two people.

Abaddon had no choice but to catch the fist his son.

Borgia was scratching his feet furious. It’s that “away from me, away from me, I want REVENGE!” All of them were received in response to it were dissatisfied with the sore head.

Abaddon and “Bring My Legs” were changed. “Please do not think that I did not notice you hope you will fight with him.

The unconquerable struggle of Borja was suddenly stopped to ensure the saddest dog in the eyes of his father that he could. “You?”

Abaddon constantly shook his head. “Not”

………

Borja shoes were planted in the face of the underground.

The second father – after leaving his son, Isafer went to his room. Feisha is waiting for the opportunity to speak, it was a waste of time and shake her.

Iseferu suddenly flew her stairs, came to see what it was behind him. “Gas file?”

Feisha “I … I’m reading it or not?” Managed after a short break.

“I know,” said Isefel with. “Why do you quit?”

Verdire He did not need to read the gas file using just the deleted Fresh Shovel. No, he could use it as a reason to do this. The reason for this is the most because of his fault. oreol

So he smiled foolishly. “If I come back, I promise.

“Can you read the language?”

……….

The judgment of the court Isefel’s question was clear, in one day, I wonder if he would have to protest? In particular, Izhefer was saved several times for him. Hughes – no extra, fuse, Isefel, including but probably, was at least one of the people who are against him with most kindness. At this time, the anger in the hole hole got rid of only a smiling face that was touching. “Please apologize to me when I come to help you later.”

I chose a small book book on the floor beside the bed, I read a little on the couch. Mixing her presence, Feisha went to make coffee. At least he was a chef. 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.

The exhaust is placed on the coffee, the fluid flows, drank the wood. Feisha tried to wait violently. “What about?”

“Well”

Fehish has left a breath of help. For a long time, he only knew that “I drank water drank, drank.” As they say, since the calculations come after the feast, Feisha guides her eyes to what is happening. “About this question between the maximum king and God, you know how much you are? ”

Isfel took a page. “A little bit”

“What do you think about it?”

“It is not a problem.”

Feisha is, if it continues, I noticed that he probably dies from age. Go for it. Feisha screams his teeth, saw the right, “I want them together!

Lightweight posture later, Isefel was around. For the more Feisha soon, he saw the exterior door in his place. “Your room is on the lower floor.”

Abaddon stood in a discussion, his arm broke in the chest. “When was you near a man?”

They had a narrow subconscious, Feisha was back in silence of Issefel.

Abaddon was fixed to him with a complicated expression. “I could be Satan in hell, I also stand for God at times.”

… wait what? Feisha saw his really suitable way for the animals he sings.

“Oh, I think it feels like it’s not my thing. I, Rafael’s house, do not have to go face to face to see the bratan fun of this small home escape.” Usually the ladder and his arm in his pocket, the hell is that they went together.

………

“What to do?” What was saying, “I could not help Feisha.

Issefel had closed her book. “Do you say you want them?”

Feisha It was decided that he should not bow to the head of the cooperative. “Yup!”

“I’m what’s needed to be?” The extras were not very used to visiting people only when needed.

“I need some insurance.”

There was not much confusion about Issefer.

Compared to “There I want to say, this is during my plan, might be a bit dangerous, of course, that’s just a bit.” Nine of the genocide of the destruction of the whole world and enanoj, which is. However, if it is slightly lower than the ugly head, if you can reach me, I want it. ”

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Feisha looked at him openly. “Do not worry about other things, please save me.” Once this plan is completed, it will be very sad. He does not know who the thugs are. That is, on the other hand, to kill Jin, the embarrassed Deo is acting on their anger, Layton, the revenge of his guilty race or maybe a good king; the opportunity is also his plan for Tur …

He felt that the insulated fire was washed above him. With the help of man who stands alone all over the world. No family could support him, no friend, looking at him, could no longer catch him if he fell.

Isefer imagined about Phason. “Why do you do that?” He asked slowly

“Is there a lot happier in this world!”

Faced with Isefel there was no external representation, his eyes seemed to look good on the core of the soul Feisha.

Feisha lasted three seconds before paying attention: “I’m forced”

Isefer saw it.

… well. Does he intend to consider it an agreement? If you do not want the discrepancy “I speak, or? You think about it, at least, please show me some man. Feisha is a mild and concise answer, an empty expression tried to decrypt. Isefel is his ultimate Isefel A while ago:

“Do not do it”

Translator Note

But before that, it would be best for him to become something like an immune medallion himself.

See first t / n Chapter 26.

… At least he changed his body.

Wow, a lot of responses. Chapter 26 Do you remember when Isseflee jumped out of Borja from the stairs? He said: “Excuse me, my hands moved with herself.

Not

For a moment I had to come back and change this part. Oops, what is am-i-rite?

Calculate after the celebration, as they say, […] 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.

Here’s a quote from a Domohito Beet Soft, taken from a complete idiom 拿人 in Brief, Domohito Bean Soft NA REN Kotobuki if you eat duǎn, ruǎn for the REN product (if you use other characters but is short, the mouth is soft other “things” ) because you are forced to help people who have helped you in the past, this is partly a warning about receiving help from other people there. This is an alert for why this word I do not speak of in terms of material remuneration. Moreover, if it is too dependent on other people, they have the right to themselves It is related to some kind of faith.

Isefer clearly used the habit of visiting people only when needed.

(1 light when they have no problem, do not go to the Buddhist temple) 无 事 denial of three Hoden Kure BU Dens San bǎo Dian: That is well said. Almost the translation “1 will not come to find anything else, not trade”, the trade requires something back, etc. / without a donadon ..

They are like friends who send messages only when fuckyoudennis needs some help

He felt that the insulated fire was washed above him. With the help of man who stands alone all over the world. No family could support him, no friend, looking at him, could no longer catch him if he fell.

So the Boy Who was a bit of a whole chin from China, I’m having common problems and feelings, pulling this step essentially from my ass. If you do not take Silly Chinese, please skip it. If you have – it is good. Do we go

Other unprecedented wind sensations, crowds, grasshovers, stupidity, infidelity, unwarranted surveillance

TA DUN City gán Dao Feng Shen f LI, Mu Jie Bing Cǎo, Dining Room Sky Di Wu Kang Woo-ku, GoTadashiGo Kao Orchid

It lights up. He suddenly [the wind and cry of a crane] Kano as [a tree and bush were a hostile soldier], [Heaven and Earth’s absence], [No family and no home, no) trust I felt like.

Feng Tsui Feng Feng, he (wind sound and cutting scrub from the crane) Li Sheng

This means that the speaker (or speaker speaks) is very nervous. Even winds and bird bells are enough to jump. Very uncomfortable

The plant trees of Mu Jie Bing Cǎo (each tree light or bush was an enemy warrior)

Loving trust can come to ourselves (maybe constantly), because he can only save himself so that everything around him and everything around him. Maybe it may not be accurate, but about the mental state, not about my situation.

Great in heaven and earth in Mángrántândì (lack of light and earth) 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.

It’s really not an idiom, so alert alerts are alerted. This is also because it can mean that the heavens and the earth in the center of the problem from the people away, I just, do you assume that it is simply added to them “only”?

无 亲 无故, 无望 无 座 Wu Kang Woo-ku, GoTadashiGo Kao (no family light, no house, rely on all)

It is also quite friendly.

Please let me know if I make a mistake. Special thanks to Rara, who helped me understand when I died at the table. Of course, more than half of it explains that Google has exploded. 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.[/hide]

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Chapter 29: Persuasion (Part 1)

Feisha’s decision

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How on earth is he meant to bring up the topic with Dea?

Feisha stood alone in the lobby, looking up at the ceiling that was too high to be seen. People like Dea tend to need more of a violent shove than a gentle push, so it looks like blackmail and bribery just wouldn’t cut it. His gaze swept down each floor until finally resting upon Dea’s room. If those were out, then what’s left would be…swindling through confusion and deception.

But before that, it’d be best if he could somehow get himself an immunity medallion; Almedande, Dea and Gin were all pretty costly bodyguards, the cost being his own well-being. With that thought in mind, Feisha scurried up the stairs.

If this was the Feisha before all this mess, he’d probably sooner kill himself than climb thirty floors of stairs. The Feisha now, however, had significantly more toned legs, as well as a slimmer silhouette overall – like his university days. With such an improvement, Feisha was also less indignant about the lack of elevators in Noah’s Ark. The floors here were infinite anyway, that’d be a lot of buttons. It’d probably take several infinities just to wait for an elevator to be installed.

Daydreaming was a large part of why he was able to climb up so many flights of stairs, like now. In no time at all, the familiar blue swimming pool was right before his eyes and he didn’t even feel very tired. Its clear water reflected perfect images back at the world, the surface still and without any ripples. A towel was abandoned over the back of a lounge chair. Feisha walked around the pool, trying to catch a glimpse of Isefel. The water was clear enough to be able to see anyone diving.

His absence inexplicably left a hole inside Feisha’s heart; an anticipated event so abruptly let down. Every time he came to the pool, Feisha had always been able to find Isefel.

Isefel’s door suddenly slammed open to reveal Borja, skipping out in a surprisingly good mood. Catching sight of a stunned Feisha, Borja smirked. “Don’t think I didn’t realise you were on Gin’s side all along for that blasted birthday party.”

Feisha was momentarily at a loss for words. He smiled dryly, “Would you mind elaborating on just how you came to that conclusion?” Where was Isefel? Why did Borja come out of Isefel’s room alone? Wait- Could it be that he went to Isefel’s room all by himself…?

Borja clasped his hands together, walking in lazy circles around Feisha. “Heh. I’m one of the most likely candidates to become the eighth demon king of hell. Did you seriously think that your little trick was enough to fool me?”

Not to begin with, but his plan worked almost scarily well. Looks like he overestimated the difficulty level.

Receiving no response, Borja took it as silent agreement and stilled immediately, shooting Feisha a cold glare. Two pitch-black wings unfurled from the shoulders.

The same black wings on Isefel had stolen Feisha’s breath away, but for some reason Borja’s was a bit more…

“Pfft.”

It looked so much like cosplay at some random anime convention. And it was even the frugal type, just a tier above printed t-shirts.

Borja was planning to awe him a bit with his aura, but… “Fucking human! Did you just dare to laugh at me?!”

“N- No…” Feisha regretted this so much. He tried to relax his face, but muscles tend to tense up during times of anxiety and so his smile remained plastered on his face.

The irritation in Borja’s eyes burned into rage, flickering brightly. He muttered chants under his breath, pool water surging up as a response to his shrill voice. A transparent wall of water towered over the room’s inhabitants, rushing towards Feisha.

After the series of frights he had gone through in the past few days, Feisha had learned what he could do in such a situation. “Somebody help me-”

With the shout of “me” echoing off the tiles, the wall of water collapsed a metre from Feisha and quickly retreated back into the pool. If it weren’t for the puddles left at the pool’s edge, Feisha would almost be convinced that it was all a hallucination. He stared blankly for a moment before glancing at the opposite shore.

Borja was gone. Replacing him were Isefel and Abaddon standing shoulder to shoulder.

“Did you somehow forget that I, his dad, was here again?” Abaddon could be heard complaining.

“Apologies,” replied Isefel without a shred of sincerity, “my foot moved on its own.”

…At least he changed the body part.

“Is that meant to be an improvement…?”

“Yes.”

“So they won’t move on their own next time, right?”

“We’ll have to wait until next time to see.”

“…”

Feisha gleefully ran up to Isefel. “Hey, Manager I! You’re such a great defender of justice, guardian angel of your employees, you know that?”

“This human is pretty interesting,” Abaddon chuckled.

Feisha strived to be a humble person. “Oh no, you flatter me. Even Asa’s more interesting than me.” The interest of a demon king was not something humans should have.

“No shit,” sneered Abaddon. “You can’t hope to compare to him.”

………

Feisha felt the pain of heartbreak once again.

Suddenly, a certain little demon made his grand entrance by shooting out of the swimming pool and straight for Isefel. The black feathers on his wings were soaked through, melting into the scenery beyond the window. This time, Feisha was smart enough to duck behind Isefel.

Isefel smoothly hauled Abaddon before the both of them.

Abaddon had no choice but to grab hold of his son’s fist.

Borja kicked his little feet in rage. “Let go of me, let go of me, I want REVENGE!” All he got in response was an irritated knock on the head.

“Revenge my foot,” sneered Abaddon. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed; you just want me to fight him.”

Borja’s relentless struggling came to an abrupt stop, fixing his father with the saddest puppy eyes he could muster. “Will you?”

Abaddon resolutely shook his head. “No.”

………

Borja’s shoe firmly planted itself on Abaddon’s face.

Leaving the father-son duo behind, Isefel left for his room. Feisha wasted no time in shadowing him closely, waiting for an opportunity to speak.

Isefel suddenly paused in his steps, turning around to look at the figure behind him. “Guest files?”

“I…I haven’t finished reading them?” managed Feisha after a brief pause.

“I know,” said Isefel. “Why did you stop?”

To be honest? He simply had no motivation to read guest files with all the shit that went down recently. Not that he could use that as a reason, because most of it was his fault. Sigh.

So he smiled sheepishly, “I’ll read them when I get back, promise.”

“You can read the language?”

……….

The judgement in Isefel’s question was plain as day, but who was he to protest? Especially as Isefel had saved him more than once. Other than Hughes- no, even including Hughes, Isefel was probably be at least one of the people who had treated him with the most kindness. At this, the little anger brewing in Feisha’s gut dissipated to leave nothing but a grateful smile. “Please excuse me later when I come for help.”

Isefel picked a book off the small bookshelf beside his bed and leisurely started reading on the sofa. Minding his presence, Feisha went to make coffee. At least there was a coffee maker.

Isefel took the coffee in a fluid motion, taking a sip. Feisha tentatively watched on in hope. “How is it?”

“Mm.”

‘Mm’ as in good? Feisha let out a breath of relief. It wasn’t until a very long time afterwards that he learned: ‘Mm’ just meant it was drinkable, like tap water was drinkable. As they say, after the feast comes the reckoning, and so Feisha steeled himself for what was about to come. “How much do you know about that thing between the faerie king and Dea?”

Isefel flipped a page. “A little.”

“What do you think about it?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Feisha realised that he’d probably die of old age before they got to the point if this went on. Might as well go for it. Feisha gritted his teeth and aimed for bullseye, “I want to get them together!”

A slight pause later, Isefel turned around. Rather than at Feisha though, he instead looked past him and towards the doorway. “Your room is on the level below.”

Abaddon stood in deliberation, arms folded across his chest. “Since when were you so close to humans?”

They were close? Subconsciously, Feisha leaned back in Isefel’s resulting silence.

Abaddon fixed him with a complicated look. “I may be a demon king of Hell, but occasionally I too root for God.”

…Wait, what? Feisha stared at him in a manner truly befitting of a creature who lives off gossip.

“Ha, but I guess it’s none of my business. I need to go home; Raphael’s face is going to be so funny when he sees that little home-fleeing brat.” Casually putting his hands into his pockets, Abaddon walked to the stairs in style.

………

“What did he mean by that?” Feisha couldn’t help but ask.

Isefel closed his book. “You said you wanted to get them together?”

Feisha decided not to pry, nodding along cooperatively. “Yeah!”

“What do you need me to do?” Isefel was clearly very used to his habit of visiting people only in times of need.

“I need some insurance.”

Isefel was no less confused.

“What I mean is, there might be a little bit of a risk in the duration of my plan. Of course, it’s only a little bit.” Compared to the destruction of all nine worlds and the genocide of dwarfs, that is. “But if that little bit happens to rear its ugly head, I’d like it if you could give me a hand.”

“How?”

Feisha looked at him in sincerity. “Don’t worry about the other stuff, just make sure you save me.” As soon as this plan is executed, the situation would become very messy, very quickly. He doesn’t even know who the murderer’s going to be; it could the otherwise murderous Gin, an embarrassed Dea acting on his anger, Layton taking revenge for his doomed race, or maybe even the faerie king who finds his plan too nosy…

He felt the chill of isolation wash over him; the helplessness of a man standing alone against the world. There was no family he could lean on, no friend to watch his back, no greater force to catch him in case he falls.

Isefel took in Feisha’s dejected stance. “Why are you doing this?” he asked slowly.

“So that there can be more happy endings in this world!”

There was no outward expression on Isefel’s face, but his eyes seemed to see right into the core of Feisha’s soul.

Feisha lasted a total of three seconds before caving, “I’m being forced.”

Isefel looked away.

…Um. Was he meant to take that as agreement? Disagreement? ‘I’ll think about it’? Fuck, at least give the guy a look if you’re not gonna talk. Feisha fruitlessly tried to decipher Isefel’s blank expression. Several moments passed before Isefel finally gave him a light, concise reply:

“Then don’t do it.”

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Translator’s note

But before that, it’d be best if he could somehow get himself an immunity medallion.

See the first t/n in chapter 26.

…At least he changed the body part.

Wow, much throwback. This one’s chapter 26 as well; remember when Isefel threw Borja off the stairs? He said: “Apologies, my hand moved on its own.”

No?

Fair enough, because I had to go back and change that part for this to make sense. Oops. What is foresight, am-i-rite?

As they say, after the feast comes the reckoning […]

The quote here is 吃人嘴软, taken from the full idiom of 拿人手短，吃人嘴软 ná rén shóu duǎn, chī rén zuí ruǎn (lit. hand is short if you take from others, mouth is soft if you eat others’ things). It’s partially a warning about receiving help from other people, as you are obligated to help those that have helped you before. As for why it’s a warning, this saying isn’t just talking about the material aspects of paying somebody back. It’s also about how if one relies on others’ too much, they have no power themselves and are bound by their reliance on somebody else.

Isefel was clearly very used to his habit of visiting people only in times of need.

Here’s a good saying: 无事不登三宝殿wú shì bù dēng sān bǎo diàn (lit. one doesn’t go to the Buddhist temple when they have no problems). It roughly translates to “one wouldn’t go to find somebody except for business”, the business being to ask for a favour/needing something back etc. etc.

It’s like those friends who only ever message you when they need help with something fuckyoudennis

He felt the chill of isolation wash over him; the helplessness of a man standing alone against the world. There was no family he could lean on, no friend to watch his back, no greater force to catch him in case he falls.

Hoo boy. This entire bit in Chinese was just idioms, so I took the general themes and sentiments and basically pulled this passage out of my ass. If you’re not up for some poorly-explained Chinese idioms, skip this. If you are- well. Let’s get going, shall we?

他顿时感到风声鹤唳，草木皆兵，茫然天地，无亲无故，无依无靠

tā dùn shí gǎn dào fēng sheng hè lì, cǎo mù jiē bīng, máng rán tiān dì, wú qīn wú gù, wú yī wú kào

lit. He suddenly felt [the sound of the wind and the cries of cranes], as if [every tree or bush was an enemy soldier], [the absence of heaven and earth], [no family and no home], [no one to rely on].

1. 风声鹤唳 fēng shēng hè lì (lit. the sound of the wind and the cries of cranes)

What this is means is that the speaker (or whoever it’s referring to) is very, very jittery. So much so that even the sound of wind and the call of a bird could make them jump. Much anxiety.

2. 草木皆兵 cǎo mù jiē bīng (lit. every tree or bush was an enemy soldier)

Pretty self-explanatory; the subject is just (probably needlessly) suspicious of everything and everyone around them, because only they can save themselves. May or may not be accurate, but it’s more about the mental state of the subject than their situation.

3. 茫然天地 máng rán tiān dì (lit. the absence of heaven and earth)

Outlier alert, because this is not actually an idiom. I’d just assume that it simply adds to that ‘alone’ thing, because it could also mean that the heaven and earth around the subject is absent of people?

4. 无亲无故，无依无靠 wú qīn wú gù, wú yī wú kào (lit. no family, no home, no one to rely on)

Also pretty self-explanatory.

Please let me know if I made any mistakes. Special thanks to Rara, who helped me make some sense out of this thing while I died at my desk. Actually probably more than half of this just came from her explaining stuff google spat out, so.[/hide]