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Chapter 31: Persecution (Part 1)

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Expensive, making great efforts to earn more than usual. He eventually revived Antonio’s injuries, but Antonio did not speak, but Dea still felt a little bad. If it’s not with Ginu and she, Antonio means that he will avoid the anger of Almedande and will not adapt to it.

About manplenaj’s hands slowly gained eyes on the basis of the words Abadon echoed in his mind, far too far, he stood and no watermelon anywhere.

The last time he got sick, he pretends to be depressed …

His older brother started a coup and was injured.

How is his wound Almedande is always ahead when the civil war is extraterrestrial, always careful to avoid blood as if it were not. Dea Almedande is always the highest figure in the world related to his whole body, and it seems to be long and proud despite blood and scars, they are afraid of the mind of the enemy struck, there were many examples shown to confirm. Well, never did it sound loud, but the victory of a dark face from the beginning was really vain. Finally, the blood flowed through this vein and a significant part of their souls were drawn to the battlefield. These were the beings who spoke in the battle of passion.

Damaged Almedand thought caused heart pain. Despite what he did in the past, Almundande was his king. If she does something, her troubled peace will be ruined again. It played an important role!

He unexpectedly stopped the door to the door and once again escaped through the room.

… What does it mean? Feisha left a plan to passively observe and float her hand. He got three waves, until his elbow was great.

And the latest Beast of the Noda drawer realized that you can stop osteoporosis first.

He did not pay close attention to the ongoing crisis that followed him and chose to hold the apple in his basket.

His throat was pulled out, and Feisha went to Deu, where his shoes hit the wooden floor.

The war ignored him.

“Elle, will not you give me an apple?” Feisha pondered the first question that came to my mind.

The war took him, even if he did not see it.

“Is not it a grenade?” It was mixed up with the answer.

The war looked and saw him. Feish’s hand was held with a very bright black pomegranate.

How was it possible? The deer was completely uncomfortable. He naturally is sensitive to natural existence, obscene, so that he can choose the right fruits during sleep. However, in fact, it can not be denied that the Feisas palm fruits are not granules but apple trees. 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.

Feisai was hurt, thinking that Deas’s face was an empty confusion. This tactic of the Skulduggery Switch was planned to be transferred to its successor. It’s not too complicated, it’s just part of a black and black black and white conversation. For example, there were cases when guests complained about their thick brush in their enclosed cell. This tactic, which I was lounging yesterday, solving the problem with a trip to an optometrist. Another example is when another visitor sees an airplane that eats its tip. It was also the tactic that Feisha saved the day, flying full of lipstick. The hospital had to register a trip to the hospital and a pump after the vein, but … Feisha no longer controls it.

When Feisha decided to hit the metal while it was still hot, I remembered my great success in the past and DEA still had the sink in mind in the end. “Is there anything in your mind?”

Although this is a warning, it does not go away.

It was a hope!

While he was thinking more about it, Feisha noted that Dea and Almedande were interconnected with different levels of negation. The only regret was that Antonio had a pipe. God Feisha is constantly sorry for the early cancellation of his failure.

“You do not have to tell me that you still love the kings of the throne,” Feisha specifically checks the water intended.

With long-sleeved glasses, their cheeks were a shadow. “Not”

“It would mean …” – an amazing surprise aspect. “… Are you worried about their injuries?

“No,” Daa was repeated, but the red light of the red light gave off her idea.

Feisha was calmly angry with herself, he checked his face to be one of the angry meanings. “But I’m very worried.

Mix the pause

“I just feel Almedand and he has no way to reject, do you know?” Feisha began to talk about his story. “Did he hurt Antonio so much, think about it? It’s painful, just think about it! You have Almedande in such a scheme Antonio- I want to hope.”

The day I saw cold hostility.

“Thoughts -I,” he goes, it does not matter, you’re shown incorrectly “, even if he is on the wrong side of the tree, change Almedande’s no way to refuse to reach the truth. Do not you have, or I’m right? How was he It’s weird that he left it.

“… why?” She did not help wondering, but asked him about the passion of his name.

………

Apparently he was crazy about you and he did not want to get angry. Oh, beloved human intelligence. It looks like zero. No, it was probably a negative growth. Noah Averber has become humble every day.

When driving with your head, breathe once and strike your head several times. “Why does he go?”

“Do my guess,” Feisha said with a low voice, hurts emotionally, “that he arose from the pain of his old wounds”, there you have it. The war was quite brutal.

The war could not survive. He urgently asked.

“Well, when they exchanged strokes, maybe what he had seen him, maybe he gets a heart problem? He was stabbed with Antonio’s hair and nails. We have, you know. Do you know that your age is a homeland?” 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.

Death intelligence can be negative, but it’s not so high. “There were harsh hair and nails, thank you?” And Almedande’s age is considered the youngest adult. ”

… This brutal “youth young person” is the reason why the depleted resources have escaped to the ground.

Feisha smiled severely. “They are hypothetical and everything can happen”

The war grabbed the apple in her hand. Half of the doubts, but half.

Again, looking at the fuse, Feisha decided a little fuel. “Even if we suffer from new injuries after a wound, I really doubt he’s a bit resting.”

“Why?” Deers screwed Faih’s words and foolishly leaned over.

“Well, it’s my personal opinion, it’s been a big blow to the mighty Holiday King. I once had a boss very much in trouble with a serious anger management. He’s always used to reach those offices for others, and he’s not letting them ask questions. Clean people when it’s over. All theories should be based on practical examples.

The lakes were watching them and gently tilted the apple forward.

Feisha stood at Fearie. “What happened to you?”

We immediately responded: “This is not your business” and is immediately protected.

Feisha did not support him when he burned. “I just ask you, you’re completely compatible.” Because of the reaction, he was worried about death. The most likely pride in a person’s response is a serious negation or an object that could fly to the head.

After his surprise, Diaa did not answer outside.

………

It is not right. Phoebe was excited about Paul’s unexpected humor. If you throw a stone, it can fly on the surface, and if you throw in the paper, it will swim. Since it was too unhealthy, take everything without causing another impulse!

“Do you say anything?” He found out.

“What should I say?”

“Leave or …” Feisha appeared a moment before weeping, continued calmly: “… do you agree?

“It’s not only a snow-covered, sleek and charming prince, but also beauty and beasts.”

………

Feisha starts. “Even the ugly gloom of Grimm’s story is sold? What’s this? Language: Chinese to English German, or is it that an adult is being spoken?”

“This is my name.”

Feisha did not think about it. “Did you translate?”

“I,” God responded to the look. “Because they had good stories, I will translate them, or are there any problems?”

“No, no, no.” I never think of Dea getting into this kind of detail. Please check the book directly behind it. “Is the last question a copyright license granted by the original author?

“…” The war suddenly stood and began.

Feisha followed him with his eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Kitchen”.

But the discussion is still not over. ”

“Speak?” The beard stopped with his songs, narrowing his eyes to Fischer. “What argument?”

Feisha’s brains ran at low speed. “Have you ever met a king?”

DEA was able to emphasize the delicate thread of his soft mole, on the shoulder breasts, was the head of the head, the hair orange.

Feisha, his stomach from the mind, I felt that you tried to obey her. This place is just human: Gina’s name has long been waiting. Here, non-homosexuals are very well spent.

For the gay Feisha’s eyes, before landing a series of beautiful faces, without warning, and at the end when I picked up from the pool, it stopped above the male figure with Isfel’s conviction. He had to admit that it was beautiful …

Wait! Li Feisha began to cold sweat when his idea was to give herself. He was only there for one year and he had to do this year, if all were bad, he needed to keep his health, possibly the organs. He does not need to worry about the other. not necessarily

In other words, she stubbornly leaves the picture, refused to get rid of, he said.

“There is no future.”

Feisham is good, we needed 6 seconds to notice that the answer to your question. “Why?”

DEA has a signature, seized the blood apple and seized the basket and placed it in the basket.

Feisha was worse: of course, most of you are Masonic, for they want to get that blues, but that was clear!

DEA immediately isolates Feishu, immediately from the room, into her hands. Feisha needed a long time before moving.

His mouth to himself “… This afternoon we have an apple pie, but this does not seem to be.”

Translator Note

This tactic of the Skulduggery Switch was planned to be transferred to its successor.

The real name is 偷 天 ය day tower Tien Juan RI (steal sky light, replacing the sun). Everyone, if he is not yet aware of exactly what was done here.

Feishai needs apples
Dare to throw an apple without seeing him
Soon, Feisha is replaced by pomegranate apples
Feisha pretends that the grenade is Dea, which was thrown in the original

Rasa has long, frequent eyelashes […]

You should see his penis (not i i °)

“I think he hurt his old injuries.”

Dare not survive. “He is that?” The hurt happened at that time, “he urgently asked.

Tracy, it’s a failure that you will not be able to translate the text (part 233 of 50 438)

“Ni 猜 是 seminary 灵王 old 砂 未 Bonege location service conferences, including 添 心 妻 啊.” “Wǒ When to lead Wang Lingo Jiu Shan Wei Yu, vi Shinshan.” (Literally: “I am an old ugly king, a roughness of hair” – that is, I believe that healing the above-mentioned additional heartbeat. “)

狄亚 Naturally ignorance type 此 “heart” is not his “new” will focus steep road Ding Ya Dan BOO Zuhidao ch “new” flight BHI “new”, traffic Ji Dao “New 伤 为 什么 association Yes new calumnies?”: “Shin Shan Wei she is my yǒu Shin Haishan “(of course, literally, Dea’s” heart “was not expressly in a hurry, I did not know, this does not mean that” new “,” a new injury, why is a new wound Met? “)

Red, here is pronounced the word heart (heart) and new (new) New, Feish’s history of the heart is (i.e., heart damage), DEA was interpreted as a new physical trauma.

… these brutally “just the eldest of the young” were the cause of the tired back to the valuable Earth’s resources.

(New – Old) for an excellent 龄 青 DA RyoKiyoshi only another 30 year old Indian, is the term used to describe people that approach. In addition, the delicate stab how old DEA, Almedande and (in the previous chapter) Jin are, but they are literally the old days of the century, they claim to be young, it’s literally old. Maybe thousands of years?

“[…] I once was the boss of the rage of a very serious governance problem. He always vows to use them to reach other people in the office, it stays in the office. Worse still, the place after he completes it, but he’s not a nice man did not do it.

Please remember what was Feisha is the first chapter. 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 31: Extortion (Part 1)

Dea and Almedande

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Dea put more effort into picking fruits than usual. He did end up healing Antonio’s injuries, but even though Antonio didn’t say in particular Dea still felt a little bad. If it weren’t for his thing with Gin, Antonio wouldn’t have had to act out that thing with him, which means he would have avoided Almedande’s wrath.

The hand gripping an apple slowly lowered, gaze resting on a watermelon not too far from where he was standing as Abaddon’s words echoed in his mind.

Last time he pretended to be sick, this time he’s pretending to be depressed…

His brother staged a coup and he got a few injuries…

…How are his injuries now? Almedande had always been on the frontlines during the civil war, throwing himself recklessly into battle as if the blood pouring out of him wasn’t his. There were many instances where Dea had looked up to see Almedande standing seemingly at the top of the world, figure tall and proud despite the blood and scarring littered across his body and striking fear into the hearts of enemies. Dea had never said it out loud before, but the dark faeries’ victory was really predestined from the very beginning. Bloodlust flowed through their veins, after all, tethering a fundamental part of their souls to the battlefield. These were creatures that lived and breathed the thrill of battle.

Thinking of an injured Almedande made Dea’s heart ache. No matter what he did in the past, Almedande was his king; if anything happened to him, the hard-earned peace of their race would once again be shattered. That was the important part!

He subconsciously swept a troubled gaze across the room, pausing momentarily on the figure in the doorway and back down again.

…What was that meant to mean? Feisha abandoned his plan of passively observing and waved his hand. It took him three waves until his elbow let out a loud crack.

And so the youngest creature at Noah’s Ark realised that he might be the first to contract osteoporosis.

Dea took no notice of the existential crisis taking place behind him, opting to continue putting apples into his basket.

“Ahem.” Clearing his throat, Feisha stomped his way over to Dea, his shoes clacking against the hardwood flooring.

Dea ignored him.

“Erm, could you give me an apple please?” Feisha blurted out the first topic that came to mind.

Dea tossed one at him without even looking up.

“Isn’t this a pomegranate?” came the confused reply.

Dea faltered, then looked up at him. Gripped in Feisha’s hand was, indeed, a bright crimson pomegranate.

How was this possible? Dea was completely bewildered. He was a faerie, inherently sensitive to the beings of nature to the point where he’d probably be able to pick the correct fruits in his sleep. The truth cannot be denied, however – the fruit in Feisha’s hand was a pomegranate, not an apple.

Seeing Dea’s face of blank confusion, Feisha inwardly patted himself on the back. This tactic of the Skulduggery Switch was one that he had planned to pass onto his successors. There’s nothing too complicated about it, just some nicely-packaged blatant lies to talk black into white. For example, there had once been an instance where a guest complained about the toothbrush in his room being unsealed. It was this tactic that had saved the day back then, resolving the problem with a trip to the optometrist for the guest. Another example would be when another guest noticed a fly in their dish halfway through the meal. It was again this tactic that had saved the day when Feisha quickly stuffed the fly into a nearby waiter’s mouth. The waiter did have to book a trip to the hospital and pump his stomach sometime after, but…that’s not within Feisha’s control anymore.

Dea was still in deep thought by the time he finished reminiscing the glorious achievements of his past, so Feisha decided to strike the metal while it’s still hot. “Is there something on your mind?”

A warning look, but no outright refusal.

There was hope!

The more he thought about it, the more Feisha realised that Dea and Almedande were in a state of mutual pining with different levels of denial. The only unfortunate thing about this was that Antonio was now destined to be cannon fodder. Deep inside, Feisha insincerely mourned for his unfortunate early elimination.

“Don’t tell me you’re still annoyed at the faerie king,” Feisha tested the waters, intentionally aiming off-target.

Dea’s long, thick eyelashes cast shadows over his cheekbones. “No.”

“Then that would mean…” A look of exaggerated astonishment. “…You’re worried about his injuries?”

“No,” Dea refuted quickly, but a light blush of pink betrayed his thoughts.

Feisha silently sniggered to himself, controlling his face to be one of sombre gravity. “But I’m very worried.”

A confused pause.

“I just feel like Almedande’s not the type to give up, you know?” Feisha started to spin his story. “Think about it; how hard did he beat up Antonio? It’s painful just thinking about it! You’d expect Almedande to, for an intrigant like Antonio-”

Dea’s gaze shone with cold hostility.

“-I mean,” he amended hastily, “no matter how you look at it, Almedande’s not the type to give up in his pursuit of truth even if he goes barking up the wrong tree, am I right? It’s kind of weird how he just left like that.”

“…Why?” Dea couldn’t help but ask, intrigued by his words.

………

Obviously because he’s madly crushing on you and doesn’t want to make you angry. Ah, the intelligence of people in love. Looks indeed to be zero. No, it was probably more like negative growth. The bar at Noah’s Ark was lowering every day.

Watching Feisha shake his head, sigh, then shake his head some more was making Dea anxious. “So why did he leave?”

“My guess is,” said Feisha in a low voice, “that he got hurt on top of his old injuries” Emotionally hurt, that is. Dea was pretty brutal.

Dea didn’t catch on. “He got hurt? When did that happen?” he asked urgently.

“Um, maybe he got nicked by Antonio’s hair or nails when they traded blows? Maybe he’s got some heart problems from all the excitement he’s seen. We call people your age centenarians back at home, you know?”

Dea’s intelligence may be experiencing negative growth, but it wasn’t quite done growing yet. “The worst hair and nails could do would be scratches, right? And Almedande’s age is considered a young adult at most.”

…These goddamn ‘older single youth’ were the reason why the precious resources back on Earth were depleted.

Feisha smiled stiffly. “They’re just hypotheticals. Anything could’ve happened.”

Dea gripped the apple in his hand, half-doubting but also half-concerned.

Seeing the fuse catch on again, Feisha decided to give it a little fuel. “And even if the king has new injuries upon old injuries, I honestly doubt he’ll stop to rest up.”

“Why?” Dea unwittingly took the bait, being strung along freely by Feisha’s words.

“Well, it’s just my personal opinion but this must’ve dealt a heavy blow to the mighty faerie king. I had a boss once who had some pretty serious anger management issues. He always used to run into other people’s offices to swear at them and trashed the office after. To make things worse, he wouldn’t even allow people to clean the place up after he trashed it.” There has to be a practical example after every bit of theory.

Dea stared unseeingly in front of him, absently rolling an apple back and forth on the ground.

Feisha crouched down next to the faerie. “What happened between you guys?”

“It’s none of your business,” Dea replied sharply, immediately going on the defensive.

Rubbing his nose in disinterest, Feisha backed away. “I was just asking, geez. You guys are pretty compatible.” He nervously peeked at Dea for a reaction. The most likely response from someone so proud could either be a vehement denial or a possible object flying at his head.

To his surprise, Dea gave no outward response at all.

………

This wasn’t right. Feisha was baffled at Dea’s unexpected composure. If you threw a stone there was the possibility of skipping it across the surface, and if you threw a piece of paper it’d float. Taking it all in without a single ripple like this was too unnatural!

“Don’t you have anything to say?” he probed.

“What am I meant to say?”

“Denial? Or…” Feisha gestured for a while before giving up and continuing softly, “…agreeance?”

“It’s not only Snow White and Prince Charming who were compatible. There’s also the Beauty and the Beast.”

………

Feisha blinked. “The Faerie World sells Grimms’ Fairy Tales as well? What language is it in? German? Chinese? English? Or is it in the faerie language?”

“It’s in my language.”

Feisha considered this for a bit. “Who translated it?”

“Me,” Dea replied with a frown. “They were good stories, so I translated them. Is there a problem with that?”

“No no no no no.” Never thought Dea’d be into that kind of stuff. Don’t judge a book by its cover indeed. “One last question: did you get the copyright license from the original author?”

“…” Dea stood up abruptly and made to leave.

Feisha followed him with his eyes. “Where are you going?”

“The kitchen.”

“But we haven’t finished our discussion yet.”

“Discussion?” Dea stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes at Feisha. “What discussion?”

Feisha’s brain whirled at the speed of light. “Will you…ever make up with the king?”

Dea lowered his head, orange hair falling from his shoulders down to his chest in delicate strands that accentuated his soft tenderness.

Feisha could feel his heart staging a mutiny and trying to beat its way out of his chest. Gin’s words from long ago came to mind: there are only males in this place. People who aren’t gay are going to have a very bland time here.

…Gay. Without warning, a series of handsome faces flashed before Feisha’s eyes, finally stopping on Isefel’s confident, masculine figure as he stood up from the pool. He had to admit, it was quite…

Wait, no! Feisha broke out in cold sweat as he caught himself in his thoughts. He was only here for a year, and all he needed to do in this year was to retain his health and maybe organs if things got bad. Everything else isn’t for him to worry about, nope. Not at all.

That being said, the image stubbornly stayed in his mind and refused to dissipate.

“There is no future for us.”

It took Feisha a full six seconds to realise that Dea was answering his question. “Why?”

Dea gripped the basket tightly, blood dribbling onto the apples and into the basket.

Feisha gasped, “You-!” The handle had splinters, sure, but how much of a burning passion for masochism must one have to get such a big wound?!

Lowering his hand in a quick motion, Dea briskly walked out of the room, leaving Feisha to stand alone. It was a long time before Feisha moved again.

“…Looks like we’re not having apple pie tonight,” he muttered to himself.

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Translator’s notes

This tactic of the Skulduggery Switch was one that he had planned to pass onto his successors.

The actual name of this is 偷天换日 tōu tiān huàn rì (lit. steal the sky and substitute the sun). If anyone’s still confused as to what exactly he did, here’s what happened:

1. Feisha asks for an apple
2. Dea tosses him an apple without looking up
3. Feisha quickly switches the apple to a pomegranate
4. Feisha pretends that the pomegranate was what Dea had thrown from the very beginning

Dea’s long, thick eyelashes […]

You should see his dick ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“My guess is that he got hurt on top of his old injuries”

Dea didn’t catch on. “He got hurt? When did that happen?” he asked urgently.

Tracy is a failure who can’t translate puns (Part 233 of 50438)

“我猜是精灵王旧伤未愈，又添心伤啊。” “wǒ cāi shì jīng líng wáng jiù shāng wèi yù, yòu tiān xīn shāng a.” (lit. “I guess the faerie king’s old injuries haven’t healed yet, add heartache on top of that.”)

狄亚当然不知道此‘心’非彼‘新’，焦急道：“新伤？为什么会有新伤？” dí yà dāng rán bù zhī dào cǐ ‘xīn’ fēi bǐ ‘xīn’, jiāo jí dào:“xīn shāng? Wèi shé me huì yǒu xīn shāng?” (lit. Dea obviously didn’t know that the ‘heart’ didn’t mean ‘new’, saying urgently: “New injuries? Why would there be new injuries?”)

The pun here is that the word for heart (心) and new (新) are both pronounced as xīn, and while Feisha is talking about heartache (i.e. wounds to the heart), Dea interpreted it as new physical wounds.

…These goddamn ‘older single youth’ were the reason why the precious resources back on Earth were depleted.

大龄青年 dà líng qīng nián (lit. old youth) is a term used to refer to people nearing the age of 30 who are still single. It’s also a subtle stab at how old Dea, Almedande and (in a previous chapter) Gin are literally old youths, claiming to be young adults even though they’re literally centuries old. Maybe millenniums?

“[…] I had a boss once who had some pretty serious anger management issues. He always used to run into other people’s offices to swear at them and trashed the office after. To make things worse, he wouldn’t even allow people to clean the place up after he trashed it.”

Remember what Feisha did in chapter 1?

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