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Chapter 30: Prospects (Part 2)

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Do not do it Feiha stopped inevitably about the meaning of Isfel. Was Isfels tried to leave her

“Oh, why are you going to ask me?” He descended.

“I think you do not want to do this,” Isfels explicitly said.

“Yes, but you know that you’re compelled? My needs are not just a factor.” He decided to move a bit. “What if you want to protect me?”

“If you say the truth”.

It was a break.

What are you thinking? Feisha drops Isfel reaction. He probably sleeps more time when he lies in the world, but he certainly does not exceed the number of dishes he has eaten. It’s reliable, right? “Never, it’s all right for me if you have the pleasure of the precious and most kings, this is the only result.”

“Well”

Is it all? Where is your perseverance? Do I make at least some disapproved comments? Please cool the cookies deep and in the heart. And you can accept it after the occasional abandonment.

Feisha began to regret his choice of life. To see that no one moves, Iseferu increases the limit around waving, I read his book calmly. Once and finally the pride of the jacket Feisha has set and he will die, Isefel but do not move the colon, so now there is a strip that can not be excused.

“Hey, I’ll keep you open!” Feathe I cried, I knocked the bar without movement. He pushed a clear wall, putting his face on Iser, he ignored the book’s hands.

After the “Hey …” for a long period of violence, the abduction of Feisha exponentially decreased with time overwhelmed by complaints in the stomach. “You can not throw food and do not mix fish that is wrong with fish.”

“What happened?” A strange voice appeared behind her.

“Not only did Jin, the eyes of the fiber suddenly, saw a very well-known mirror on the opposite wall. He has improved a lot since the ark of Noah is approaching. Although this was not the case, his poker face was definitely one.

He leaned against the door and laid his hands in his pockets. “I did not see you in the dining room, so I came here and watched. What did you say about me?

Issefru feels extra now in the room to fit Feisha and the eyes that were just around looked at the moment in his book. Feisha started pulling Gin out of the door with her. “Well, I’m calculating what we were talking about.

Stomp behind him, Gin began to speak, but instead he met with a closed door on his face.

………

Ice cream “What did you say to him?” That … is that dear?

As if reading the mind, Feisha did not answer with one regrettable story: “I told him all the plans.

The gee saw it. Isefer did not look like he resisted … but again all his emotions looked the same. “What was his answer, does he have him?”

Feisha slowly shook her head in front of Gin’s expected eyes. Treatment was just for him and protect him. He had nothing to do with the plan, and he had nothing to do with it.

Gin’s face fell.

“But …”

Gin is recovering.

“He did not leave,” Feisha opens his mouth. When he chose for some reason, he noticed all his behavior when it was too late. If he had another chance, he certainly said: “I will not do it!” 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.

“Therefore, he is a gift.

Feisha nodded.

“… why have you told him?

“At least Feisha lifted his face up to 45 degrees on the ceiling, expressed grief.” When something is wrong, someone will know their death. ”

“…”

There is no melancholia in the abdomen. After a short funeral, Feisha decided to go on living.

Fortunately, the kitchen was covered with a rooftop 24/7 meal. Looking at the entrance to Feisha, Antonio wasted time to take dinner from warm dishes. Feisha discovered that the interior was full of his favorite food.

Thanksgiving of warm sin grew.

“Do you want the best king?” Feish whispered to Gin. Antonio was a very nice boy. Even after the murder, he still struggles in front of him.

“While you really do not want to push your nose in your business.

“… think about when I’m 100 years old.” He might be on the side like this one, he can also be shocked.

Feisha crossed and sat at the table near the window and had lunch. Gin followed the long distance.

“You have better things?” He asked with a lash shade.

“I just want to know when you plan your business.”

“Come now, at least I can eat my fill”.

“Your” Are you reporting here about this food or diet?

Feisha was impressed. “Do you really think about it?

“I have never used my brain before talking to you,” she screamed.

“When you do not talk to me, will not you use your brain all the time?” Screamed Feisha, turn her eyes on.

Gin tried to duplicate it, but stopped and exchanged. “Please do not change the theme.”

“I do not try to change the problem – just -” Feisha bowed his head to the jeans room. ”

Jin’s eyebrows were pleased with him, walking around. “Thank you, did not you sleep?”

The fuse was upright covered with pyramids, the eyes were cloudy and somewhat sleepy. In Jin’s eyes, his glance stimulated the warmth of his fair love. “I do not know why, but since the night I was very sleepy, but I just can not sleep.”

The fear that Jin’s face trembled went as fast as it was. “Maybe just time”

………

Feisha looked outside the window, turned to black wounds. What is the weather? There was neither day nor night in this place.

Hugs slowly pulled Jin’s clothes and gave a loud voice. “When do you go?”

Feish’s eyes are caught on two new and soft hands on Gin’s hands.

This vampire was tied to the fuse. “I’ll come to you.” He rushed. The couple went out of the room and Leish Feisha shaved on his tail. He broke the bone that was in his mouth for a long time.

Was it just for him, was it big enough now?

Why did he feel that he was suffering?

After tasting food from Antonio’s kitchen, with sideways misunderstandings, Feisha knocked on his bed and began to think about how Dea persuaded. Thinking about it, Dea’s heart was not much smarter than Asa, it was a bit tighter and wise. Perhaps it’s not too difficult for him to confirm. The hard part seemed to be the greatest king standing behind him, and this is obviously obscure.

In its plan, the weakest link in some way was related not only to the king, but also to Deijs.

Feisha looked at the letter on the ceiling and managed to feel that in some way he became an assistant in the lobby. The guest complaint seems to be endless, there is no solution that the hotel can do, of course, not at home. We can accept bucket solutions and possibly accept customers.

Attached documents calling for their mourning; If he had to write all the tactics in the book, you would probably give a course on martial arts.

Feisha was unable to help the smile that appeared in her face, remembering the old days. Gianyang’s face was a pity that she had shoes, but he did not use Feisha very much. At least he wanted to blame him from time to time, but he would find something all the time to get some emotional rewards for overhead … 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.

People are very instinctive creatures. For example, you can determine the appearance, actually not physically.

Feisha opened her eyes.

Jin saw her plan, a beautiful face.

“I think I told you before I woke up.

“I just wanted to say it quickly”

Feish’s face was quite emotional, it was a difficult comparison with his usual energy. “… a shot”.

“When will you find the reputable?

Feish’s face was dark.

“We will take it and do it faster than we start, do you know?”

The deadly aura shook the dark of darkness.

Gin felt that her throat had straight and hairy teeth to protect herself. “I’ve done it.

“…” Feisha’s hands slowly fell down to Gin’s head with a violent swing and slowly leaned against his cushion. Before he encountered this precise scene before, Gin knocked at the door, as Faisher lifted his arm.

Fisher followed him with barefoot. “You forced a bloody baker,” he shook. “Why do not you send you with recikloran bineton so you can better restore something better? Your ugly mugo in your hobby and food at night Are you afraid of the middle?

Jin stood out in the hall, help, but it’s about the anger and yelling it. Could not “Oi Oi Oi, you go too far! I’m a devil, beautiful princes of the royal blood clan!”

“Do fish also give you a silly blood clown cake? In addition, all beautiful photos are a contest to shake the fire, but do you know?” Jin at all from Flingante Feiko closed his door, his pillow in the direction, Feisha closed the locked door.

Gin stood in front of the corridor and said the word ugga.

Translator Note

Please cool the cookies deep and in the heart. And you can accept it after the occasional abandonment.

As always, this is the original China: Self-◂ 门前 snow, 莫管 tiles on the frost purpura sǎo men Chen Zoo, MO do not think frost on guǎnwǎ Shuang Sang (lighted tile, door before snowy snow. It’s each person’s own faction 门前snow, 莫管 other tiles Shimoji Wren purple sǎo for men Chen Tzu, MOguǎn data Wren wǎ each (comes from the double sang snow from my door, the island without the mind to recall damaging business cleaning lights its own, high ceiling of his neighbor) to urge people to stop that is very lofty. That’s why it’s completely the opposite of Feisha.

In addition, I have not written anything about what was written in Chinese as “courtesy of acceptance, sometimes fell” Jiu BAN TUI (less than half the half of the compromise) on the BAN side 推 半 就, they first accept declin idioms about this thing, which later you will later do it “later reluctantly”. It’s usually Asian Chinese. The face is everything.

Juxtaposio, creating the deceased’s life, calling for yourself to funerals […]

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Chapter 30: Persuasion (Part 2)

Feisha’s decision

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Don’t do it? Feisha paused, unsure of Isefel’s meaning. Was Isefel trying to get him to leave or looking out for him?

“Er, can I ask why?” he blurted.

“I thought you didn’t want to do it,” Isefel said plainly.

“Well, yeah but…you do know what ‘being forced’ entails, right? My wants aren’t exactly a factor.” He decided to push a little bit. “Unless…you’re willing to back me?”

“If you’re telling the truth.”

There was a pause.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Feisha felt some indignation at Isefel’s answer. He may have lied more times than he’d slept in this lifetime, but definitely not more than the number of meals he’d eaten. That is kind of trustworthy, right? “Nevermind, I’ll be fine. In any case, being able to give Dea and the faerie king their happily ever after is an achievement in itself.”

“Mm.”

Mm? That’s all? Where’s your perseverance, man? Shouldn’t you at least give a few more disapproving comments? Like, keep your breath to cool your porridge or something equally deep and inspiring, then it’d be okay to politely accept after declining a few times.

Feisha started regretting his questionable life choices. Seeing no movement from the human, Isefel waved a hand and raised a boundary around himself, reading his book in peace. So when Feisha finally decided that pride was worth jack shit if he was dead, he turned around to find that while Isefel hadn’t moved an inch, an impenetrable barrier had now been drawn between them.

“Hey! I’m allowing you to back me up, open up!” yelled Feisha, pounding on the unmoving barrier. He pressed against the transparent wall, making faces at Isefel, who ignored him in favor of the book in his hands.

“Hey…” After a long period of banging, Feisha’s rapping decreased exponentially with time to be overpowered by the growling in his stomach. “You can’t throw bait and not let the fish bite, it’s rude to the fish.”

“What bait?” A curious voice floated up behind him.

“Isn’t it just because Gin-” Feisha’s eyes suddenly spied a very familiar reflection on the wall he was pressed up against. “Gin? Hahaha, why are you here?” He hadn’t made significant improvements on many things since coming to Noah’s Ark, but his poker face was certainly one.

Gin leaned against the door, hands in his pockets. “I didn’t see you in the dining hall, so I came up here for a look. What were you about to say about me?”

Feeling the extra presence in the room, Isefel momentarily glanced up from his book to make eye contact with Feisha, who had just turned around. Feisha jumped away with a start, dragging Gin out the door with him. “Um, I’ll be counting on you for that thing we talked about. See ya.”

Stumbling behind him, Gin turned to speak but was instead met with the door closing in his face.

………

A frown. “What did you tell him?” Was it…the thing with Dea?

As if reading his mind, Feisha responded without a single trace of regret, “I told him everything about our plan.”

Gin considered this. Isefel didn’t look like he opposed…but then again all his emotions looked the same. “What was his response? Is he in?” There was safety in numbers, after all.

Feisha slowly shook his head in the face of Gin’s hopeful eyes. There deal was just to protect him and him alone. It had nothing to do with the plan, and he didn’t plan on lying for something like this.

Gin’s face fell.

“However…”

Gin immediately perked up again.

“He didn’t oppose,” Feisha sighed. Once upon a time, he took his chance to choose for granted and only realised the full scope of his actions when it was too late. If he got another chance, he could undoubtedly scream, “I’m not doing it!”

“So he’s a bystander.”

Feisha nodded.

“…Then why did you tell him?”

“At least,” Feisha raised his face at a forty-five degree angle to face the ceiling, expression sorrowful, “if something goes very wrong, someone will know what we died for.”

“…”

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No amount of melancholy could fill his stomach though. After his short mourning session, Feisha decided that life must go on.

Luckily, the kitchen was stocked to the roof with food 24/7. Spotting Feisha’s entrance, Antonio wasted no time in taking a lunch box out of the food warmer. Feisha discovered upon opening it that inside was full of his favorite foods.

Warm and fuzzy feelings of gratefulness bloomed.

“Are you sure you want the faerie king?” Feisha whispered to Gin. Antonio was really a good guy. Even after getting injured he was still fighting on the front lines.

“Unless you really want to stick your nose in their business.”

“…I’ll think about it when I’m a hundred.” He’s probably half-dead by then anyway, might as well go out with a bang.

Feisha walked over to and sat down at a table near the window, lunch box in hand. Gin followed closely behind.

“Don’t you have any better things to do?” he asked in clipped tones.

“I just want to know when you’re planning to do your thing.”

“C’mon, at least let me eat my fill.”

“By ‘your fill’, are you referring to this meal or all the meals from here on out?”

Feisha was impressed. “You actually managed to think of that?”

“I’ve never had to use my brain so much before I talked to you,” Gin scoffed.

“So you just don’t use your brain at all when you’re not talking to me?” quipped Feisha, rolling his eyes.

Gin was about to retort, but stopped himself and chuckled instead. “Don’t change the topic.”

“I’m not trying to change the topic. It’s just that-” Feisha inclined his head to the space behind Gin, “the topic came here on his own.”

Gin’s eyebrows rose as he joyfully spun around. “Darling, didn’t you go to bed already?”

Hughes was clad in a set of oversized pajamas, eyes still clouded and a little red from sleep. Upon meeting Gin’s eyes, his gaze instantly softened to a warm ripple of honest affection. “I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling really sleepy since yesterday. It’s like I just can’t get enough sleep.”

Worry flashed passed Gin’s face, gone as quickly as it came. “It’s probably just the weather.”

………

Feisha looked out of the window and into the pitch black void. What weather? There wasn’t even day and night in this place.

Hughes lightly tugged on Gin’s clothes, pouting. “When are you coming back?”

Feisha’s eyes were glued to the pair of young and tender hands on Gin’s arm.

Said vampire hugged Hughes tightly. “I’ll go back with you right now,” he cooed. The couple proceeded to stroll out of the hall, leaving a shaken Feisha in their wake. He spat out a bone that had been in his mouth for quite a while.

Was it just him, or did something pretty big happen just now?

Why did he feel kind of concussed?

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After his delightful meal of Antonio’s cooking with a side of mild concussion, Feisha flopped onto his bed and started thinking of ways to convince Dea. Come to think of it, Dea’s mind wasn’t necessarily that much more intelligent than Asa’s, just a bit more resilient and sensible. Conning him probably wouldn’t be too tough; the tough part was the faerie king standing behind him, who didn’t seem like the type to get conned easily.

The weakest link in his plan was to somehow con the king as well as Dea.

Feisha stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, feeling like he had somehow went back to being the assistant lobby manager. The guests’ complaints seemed to be endless, and the solutions the hotel could actually go through with were certainly nothing to write home about. This was the real challenge of his job: to package garbage solutions into something acceptable and maybe even nice in order to placate guests.

Juxtaposition, bringing the dead back to life, invitation to one’s own funeral; if he had to write all his tactics down into a book, it’d likely be able to give The Art of War a run for its money.

Feisha couldn’t help the smile that came onto his face as he reminisced about the old days. The fucker Zhenjian was stingy as shit, but he didn’t treat Feisha that badly. At least he was willing to take the blame occasionally, although he’d always find some way to get a bit of emotional compensation back from the front desk expenditure…

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Humans are very instinctive creatures. For example, they can often detect staring even without actually making physical contact with the other being.

Feisha opened his eyes.

Gin’s pale, handsome face stared down at him.

“I think I’ve told you before that I don’t appreciate getting woken up.”

“Erm. I just wanted to have a quick word with you.”

Feisha’s face was completely emotionless, a stark comparison of his normal energetic self. “…Shoot.”

“When are you going to find Dea?”

Feisha’s expression darkened.

“We’ll get it over and done with the quicker we start, you know?”

A murderous aura wafted sinisterly from the darkness.

Gin felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, inching backwards as he showed his teeth in an attempt to defend himself. “I’m done.”

“…” Feisha’s hand slowly crept to his pillow, bringing it down on Gin’s head in a swift, ferocious swing. Having experienced this exact scenario before, Gin bolted for the door as soon as Feisha lifted a hand.

Feisha chased after him barefoot. “You bucktoothed blood-sucker,” he snarled. “Is scaring people in the middle of the night with your ugly mug your hobby or some shit?! Why haven’t you thrown yourself into a recycle bin so they can remake you into something better yet?”

Gin burst into the hallway and couldn’t help but cry out in indignation at this, “Oi oi oi, you’re going too far! I’m a devilishly handsome descendant of the noble blood clan!”

“Who the fuck even gives a shit about your stupid little blood clan? There’s a contest to scout uggos for every beauty pageant as well, you know?” Flinging his pillow in Gin’s general direction, Feisha slammed the door closed.

Gin stood alone in the hallway and mulled over the word ‘uggos.’

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Translator’s notes

Like, keep your breath to cool your porridge or something equally deep and inspiring, then it’d be okay to politely accept after declining a few times.

As per usual, here’s the original Chinese: 自扫门前雪，莫管瓦上霜 zì sǎo mén qián xuě, mò guǎn wǎ shàng shuāng (lit. sweep the snow in front of the doorstep, mind not the frost on the roof tiles). It comes from 各人自扫门前雪，莫管他人瓦上霜 gè rén zì sǎo mén qián xuě, mò guǎn tā rén wǎ shàng shuāng (lit. each one sweeps the snow from his own doorstep, minds not the frost on his neighbour’s roof tiles), which urge people to mind their own damn business and stop being so nosy. So, like, the exact opposite of what Feisha’s doing.

Also, I wasn’t going to write anything on this, but the “politely accept after declining a few times” is written in Chinese as 半推半就 bàn tuī bàn jiù (lit. half decline half compromise), an idiom about that thing people do where they decline first and then ‘reluctantly’ accept after a while. It’s so typically Asian of Chinese to have an idiom just for this, isn’t it? Face is everything.

Juxtaposition, bringing the dead back to life, invitation to one’s own funeral […]

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