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Chapter 41 Currency Exchange (Part 1)

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The light motorcycle flashes in the infinite darkness of the eye, which leads to the caricature as it was in the series of invisible rays in recent days. Feisha felt enthusiastic about his room, Antonio’s cuisine, all that he did in the work of Noah.

“Hey,” Shamal was excited and turned the desk in a prominent position. “This is what we are waiting for!” Feisha saw a small silhouette and threw her head out of the wagon.

“Do you recognize him? Who is he?” Shamal did not completely wipe his seat.

“Can not you say with this height?

“… Layton and Dwarf?” So the problem is to ask Dia for Noah’s variety before taking on the duty. Feisha saw Shamal’s fall expression and nodded positively.

“Did you mean that there was a lot of idle in Noah’s class?” He could help, but did not worry.

“Yes – Jin, Isepel, Antonio, Leighton is not there”

Referring to Isafer’s name, Faisios felt that his evil body was blown away. However, as the wagon touched the hard surface after some time, he did not have time to live with it. Quickly jumped out of the cabin, Feisha paid Layton out of her legs and ran. “Where is another person?”

“We’re all about half dead and we’re going to handle a lot of guests,” Ray’s mouth. He said that “ni” apparently does not contain itself. As an engineer he did not get much work in the Noah’s class. He crushed the people and injured him with a strange look. “Does he replace a reputable ambassador?”

Along with Feish’s behavior Shamal took Layton and turned to him. “I am the third prince of Shamal, the kingdom,” he offered his hand and said.

Layton felt a beautiful blend when he was caught by a stranger, but soon his identity became clear. “Oh, your height – please forgive me that I am dissatisfied. Please come to me”

“I am convinced that my pleasure is.

“Of course, if you have endless knowledge and self-confidence, we may have to ask for your guidance, but you probably miss out on tremendous talent as the third prince. It can also be said.

“Mr Layton, you are very flattering with me, please seek help from me when my ignorance appears.

“Your height is too humble.”

“Mr Layton’s praise is too much of a feat about something like me. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

“So, ah, Feisha can not resist intense attention, interferes,” You said something about a very busy, Lay.

Layton glued his lips and apparently frustrated with a break. “As I said, many wolf guests came.

“Well, do you want to say something about the trip?” I said. Of course, saying good things, is not it faster?

“As more and more women suffer from this disease, Layton stopped.

………

Feisha grabbed. “So you may be crazy with the moon, there are groups that are amazed by the human body and blood in the Noah’s box.

“Precisely, 67 years old.

The first thing that really got into Layton’s words was the fascination was the wonder of many spoilers surrounded when he walked in front.

“I think the Lunacy syndrome was hereditary,” Shamal laughed at herself. “Why do patients have such a significant increase in the absence of infection?

Feisha turned. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m obviously obedient to you.”

“… why?

“Can you give me a room? I think you are a computer administrator and take care of the allocation of space.

“Oh, well, yes, as long as we mentioned something about the hotel, he almost forgot that he has a real responsibility.” What is the demand? ”

“I want a room next to Jin.

And are you struggling to be different from the love of Gin? It’s not today.

Feisha fixed Shamal with a serious look. “You have no problems, but Gin is a married man living with other signatures. Do you know what I’m getting? We recommend that you prepare a room near you.

Shamal stomach sometimes before laughs. “Yes, they want privacy, do not worry, it’s me.

………

Rooms next to … Isefel? “The only room next to Isefer is the magnificent pool,” Fischa swallows a little bit a bit unpleasant. “If you’re siren, I can take it into consideration.

“Oh,” Shamal’s smooth face is disappointed. “I think that I have a room in Dea only in the past.

Right before she could win, Feisham was given the idea. “Wait, what do you think about Antonio’s neighbors?”

Shamal’s eyes spread. “Can you do this? This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

“Yes, just follow me.” Maybe Antonio can participate in the wrath that he won Almedonde as his brother. Unfortunately, Feish’s bad misfortune drowned the fans himself and then he jumped up.

After having had security deliver Shamal to his pain, Feisha arrived at the banist lean on the mini-fuse’s vision of seeking food.

“Hey, the fuse, what do you look at?”

Eeyore went to him with wonderful underwater eyes. “I’m waiting for Jin.”

“Jin?” Feisha leapt quick. It was not exactly holy to eliminate the peasants after his many threats of violence and its purpose. “Where have you been?”

“He worked.

“Now that you’re free, you may only get a little,” says Feisha.

Normally fuses will definitely be visible through Feisha’s smokers, but also. “Well, I’ve never talked to anyone other than Gin.”

… Children with sexual intercourse. He did not deserve this valuable smile. “Do you remember something about Jin and Deia?”

As he believes his fingers slowly stumble, a bright smile fell from the fuse’s face. Feisha expressed condolences. “You know that he was guilty of never being?” She did not even remember the brain of this relationship. The method, if it was not a gentle magic that could do anything to pass this DEA, was still a boy, she feels not to mention either The king and! Uh – I did not press all the responsibility for anything or gin. I just Dea is a victim just an example. I think it was. ”

The lower part of the fuse was removed. “I know.

“So … Do you forgive Geng?” Feisha demanded courage. He said that Jin’s revenant thought was not an obstacle in his mind, but of course, that he would come back alone later, not knocking him below the line you should. In any case, to see that the suffering of the fuses was far from his goal.

“Jin’s past is not mine,” Hughes replied. “I think that Gin falls in love with beautiful things like Deer.”

………

What is a sensible soul? Hughes sent the letter easily to Feishu. “Well, I’m glad you are very free, but I think …”

“What is it?”

“Obviously,” Feisha descended his voice, he said that the conspiracy, “he was … one man below who was Dea. Have I heard.”

“Underneath?” Repeat the fuses, mix and stick. It is deeply involved in the painting of the face bright and bright red for many years.

“To be honest, I will not wait for him, will he not have you?”

“No, no …” Husse waved his head and mouth. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

He certainly is not. Since Feisha heard the main listening device, verification did not create surprises. “I’m very surprised,” Feisha exclaimed. “I think that Gin has two boys!

Hughes illegally kicked off the pardon. Hook, line and sink, Feisha thought of victory.

“He actually promised me to get up,” suddenly said Husse.

………

I thought for a moment, but finally he clicked. Therefore, Gin has not told us how to do it. “Well, is he?”

The fuse shook his head and turned. There is no surprise.

“Words do not like the ones coming back, how are you talking to him?”

“Really?

… no Feisha released his neck. “But you, Jin, are you proud?” He told me: if you knew, he probably does not like that. ”

“What should I do?”

“Looks like, sir, there are some battles to win just about you.”

“But I can not do anything!” Hughes complains about every single one. “Every time I carry it, he just pushes me around the bed and everything else from there.

Feisha caught him on the shoulder. “Like your friends, I tell you the treasures that you can use.”

“What is it?”

“Kri, you are threatening to silence you, causing trouble”. Since thousands of years, many people have been unsuccessful, and fuses should not be left out.

Hugs kept silent and repeated it in their hearts.

“No, it’s just one, please ignore it completely.”

“I think I can not do it,” Hughes was very angry.

It will feel. He did not think Hughes was at risk of suicide. “So why are you crying?

“Ki?”

“Yes, he will not let you, you noticed.” Feisha suggested laughing. “Run until he hides on the ground and fixes him until he dies!

Translator Note

Shamal strange changes
You (for example, Feisha, leader of Layton and superformal and beautiful islands) Shamal dialogue might have noticed that very often change the tone – he looks like a prince, with some aspects So it is intentional.

Lung Syndrome
I have never translated the name of this disease, why I do not know (maybe the court structuralist), its name so that the month 癫 楼 Yue Dian Zheng why I go senusita, is so good (Lunacia syndrome is a noun in English. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.[/hide]

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Chapter 41: Exchanging Blows (Part 1)

Chassé-croisé, who comes out top?

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A speck of light blinked to life ahead, filtering through the endless darkness that had surrounded the carriage for what felt like days on end in a series of intangible rays. Feisha felt some semblance of warmth at the thought of his room, of Antonio’s cooking, of everyone he worked with at Noah’s Ark…

“Hey,” called Shamal in excitement, pointing at the front desk now in sight. “There’s someone waiting for us!” Feisha poked his head out of the carriage, spotting a small silhouette.

“Do you recognise him? Who is he?” Shamal was all but vibrating in his seat.

“Can’t you tell by his height?”

“…Layton the dwarf?” So the faerie had asked Dea about Noah’s Ark before assuming his duty. Feisha watched Shamal’s expression fall as he nodded in affirmation.

“I thought you had many idols at Noah’s Ark?” he couldn’t help but tease.

“Yeah – Gin, Isefel and Antonio. Not Layton.”

At the mention of Isefel’s name, Feisha felt his traitorous heart skip a beat. He didn’t have time to dwell on it though, as the carriage touched down on a solid surface not a moment after. Immediately jumping off the carriage, Feisha swept Layton off his feet and twirled around. “Where are the others?”

“We’re all half-dead from trying to deal with a huge influx of guests,” Layton grumbled. The ‘we’ he spoke of evidently didn’t include himself; as an engineer, he didn’t get that many jobs to do at Noah’s Ark. He sized the faerie up with a sweeping, curious glance. “Is he the one replacing Dea as their ambassador?”

Copying Feisha’s actions, Shamal likewise picked Layton up and twirled him around. “I’m Shamal, the third prince of the faerie realm,” he said, offering a hand.

Layton felt pretty miffed at being picked up by a stranger but this was quickly pushed back down at the reveal of his identity. “Oh, Your Highness – please forgive my lack of a proper welcome. Pleasure to meet you.”

“I assure you that the pleasure is mine. I trust that you will guide me in my role here, yes?”

“No no, with the boundless knowledge and self-constraint that you doubtlessly possess, it’s us who need to ask for your guidance. You could perhaps even say that we are squandering your immense talent as the third faerie prince by making you work here in Noah’s Ark.”

“Oh, Mr Layton, you flatter me so. Nevertheless, I must ask you to lend a helping hand for times where my ignorance shows itself.”

“Your Highness is too humble.”

“That is only because Mr Layton’s praises of me are too high a feat for someone like me.”

“So, uh,” Feisha interjected, unable to stand the cheesy flattery any longer, “you mentioned something about being really busy, Layton. Mind expanding on that?”

Layton wet his lips, clearly unhappy with the interruption. “As I said, there came a lot of werewolf guests.”

“Huh? You mean a tour group or something?” He had suggested it to Dea before, sure, but wasn’t this a little bit too fast?

“Because more and more werewolves are contracting the disease,” sighed Layton.

………

Feisha gulped. “So there are a group of werewolves who may or may not go crazy at the moon and crave human flesh and blood. Living in Noah’s Ark. Right now.”

“Sixty-seven, to be precise.”

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True to Layton’s word, the first thing that greeted Feisha as he walked into the lobby was the sight of many werewolves loitering around.

“I thought Lunacy Syndrome was hereditary,” Shamal muttered to himself. “Why is there such a significant increase in patients if it’s not infectious?”

Feisha turned around. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m following you, obviously.”

“…Why?”

“So you can assign me a room? I thought you were the front desk manager and in charge of assigning rooms. Was Dea wrong?”

“Oh- uh, no you’re right.” It’s been so long since he’d touched anything hotel-related that he’d almost forgotten that he had actual responsibilities. “Any requests?”

“I want the room next to Gin’s.”

And have another faerie mess with Gin’s love life? Not today.

Feisha fixed Shamal with a serious look. “It’s not a problem with you per se, but Gin’s a married man who lives next door to his significant other – you see what I’m getting at? I would highly advise against getting a room near those two.”

Shamal blinked a few times before grinning widely. “Ah, they want their privacy. Don’t worry man, I get it. Can I have the room next to Isefel then?”

………

The room next to…Isefel? “The only room next to Isefel’s is a big pool,” Feisha responded lightly, swallowing down some unpleasant feelings with force. “I can consider it if you were a mermaid though.”

“Oh,” Shamal’s smooth face wrinkled in disappointment. “I guess I’ll just have the room Dea stayed in before then.”

Just before he could nod, an idea occurred to Feisha. “Wait, how do you feel about being Antonio’s neighbor?”

Shamal’s eyes widened. “Can I really?!”

“Yup, just follow me.” Maybe Antonio can take some of that anger from getting beaten up by Almedande out on his brother. The malicious smirk on Feisha’s face slipped by unnoticed by the faerie happily skipping after him.

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After safely delivering Shamal to his doom, Feisha came upon the sight of mini Hughes leaning against the banister on his quest for food.

“Hey Hughes, whatcha looking at?”

Hughes turned to him with a pair of big, watery eyes. “I’m waiting for Gin.”

“Gin?” Feisha perked up immediately. Gin hasn’t exactly been a saint with his many threats of violence and tossing pawns away after they serve their purpose. “Where did he go?”

“He went to work.”

“Well, since you’re free right now, maybe we could catch up a bit,” suggested Feisha.

The normal Hughes would’ve doubtlessly been able to see through Feisha’s smirk, but alas. “Okay! I haven’t talked to anyone other than Gin for a long time.”

…Fucking pedophile. He did not deserve this precious smile. “Do you remember anything about Gin and Dea?”

The bright smile faded from Hughes’ face as he nodded slowly, fidgeting with his fingers. Feisha gently patted him on the shoulder in condolence. “It wasn’t entirely his fault, you know? He was still a wee lad, not to mention the brains of that relationship wasn’t in his right mind either. If it weren’t for the love magic stuff, there’s no way Dea would’ve done anything to betray his feelings for the king! Uh- I’m not pushing all the blame onto Gin or anything. I just think Dea was purely a victim of happenstance.”

Hughes’ bottom lip jutted out a fraction. “I know.”

“Then…will you forgive Gin?” Feisha asked timidly. He’d be lying if he said the thought of revenge on Gin hasn’t crossed his mind, but it’d probably just come back to bite him in the ass later down the line. Anyway, seeing Hughes dejected was far from his goal.

“It’s Gin’s past, not mine,” Hughes replied. “Besides, it makes sense for Gin to fall in love with someone as beautiful as Dea.”

………

What a wise soul. Hughes’ words immediately put Feisha at ease. “Well then, I’m glad you’re so open-minded. There’s one thing I’m curious about, though…”

“What is it?”

“Apparently,” Feisha said conspiratorially, lowering his voice to a whisper, “he was the…one on the bottom when he was with Dea. Or so I’ve heard.”

“The one on the bottom?” repeated Hughes, blinking in confusion. It didn’t take long for the implication to sink in, colouring his face a bright red.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t have expected it either. He’s not…that with you, is he?”

“N- no…” Hughes muttered, shaking his head.

Heh, of course he wouldn’t be. From what Feisha had heard with the domino listening device, the confirmation brought no surprises. “I am so surprised,” Feisha exclaimed. “To think that Gin was such a two-faced bastard!”

Hughes kicked the banister at the unfairness. Hook, line and sinker, Feisha thought triumphantly.

“He actually promised to let me top last time,” Hughes suddenly said.

………

It took a bit of thinking, but at last it clicked; so that’s why Gin refused to tell him how they made up, huh. “Well, has he?”

Hughes glumly shook his head. No surprises there.

“I hate people who go back on their word like that. How about I go talk to him for you?”

“Really?”

…No. Feisha cleared his throat. “But uh, Gin’s kind of prideful, you know? He probably wouldn’t like it if he found out about you telling me.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Look, honey, there are some battles you just gotta fight on your own.”

“But I can’t do anything!” Hughes complained with a pout. “Every time I bring it up he just pushes me onto the bed and everything else just goes along from there.”

Feisha grabbed him by the shoulders. “As your friend, I shall teach a valuable trick you can use.”

“What is it?”

“Cry, throw a tantrum and threaten to hang yourself.” Hasn’t failed many people since its creation a few millennia ago, shouldn’t fail Hughes either.

Hughes silently repeated it in his mind, before asking, “Isn’t that three?”

“No, it’s actually just one – be completely and utterly unreasonable.”

“I- I don’t think I could do that,” Hughes stuttered, blushing furiously.

That would make sense. He couldn’t really imagine Hughes threatening suicide. “Then…how about you just cry?”

“Cry?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t let you top, you cry,” Feisha suggested, grinning. “Cry until he lies down on the ground and lets you fuck him till he dies!”

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Translator’s notes

Shamal’s weird changes in tone
You might’ve noticed that Shamal’s dialogue change in tone quite frequently (e.g. pretty chill with Feisha, super formal with Layton at the beginning) – this is intentional as he has some appearances to keep up as a prince.

Lunacy Syndrome
I don’t know why I never translated the name of this disease before (probably because of sentence structuring), but its name is月癫症yuè diān zhèng (lit. moon crazy disease). English name is Lunacy Syndrome because why would I let such a good pun go unused.[/hide]