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Chapter 42 Currency Exchange (Part 2)

Chassé-croisé, will it continue? 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.

Fais’s general soul changed the important direction to be improved after the planting that fell to Gin. The dining hall was filled with short head. As soon as they arrived in the vision, the image died at the head.

It was a wolf in a wolf. When I was fond of fresh meat, my friend’s unlucky landscape was remembered.

Erm, is not it a big deal if you skip a meal? Therefore, people leave the story that the loot chose to rely on predators.

“Hey, I do not see you for a long time!” A voice was heard from him who actually blocked his escape from the plan. Thanks to a nice smile, Feisha actually discovered that the moon was guilty.

“You see here – will you have a quick meal?”

“No, I’m trying to cool a bit. Chatting is fun in such a spacious room.”

It’s also a pretty good tactic to keep all the balls in one place. Tracking is easy. “Is this true? Well, then I think that I will meet you and leave you.”

“Wait, do not you eat here?”

“Ha ha, no, I just got it, now I’m completely full”. In order for Feish to bring the traitor to starve before he can complete his writing.

“… ok, okay, you say?

Feisha breathlessly said: “This is happening with the rest of us” swimming “.

The moon saw her abdomen with a new curiosity. “The human body has a very interesting structure”

… Is it an interesting structure? Instinctly Faisha suffered halfway. “No, we are not very interested in muscle, we have a better texture than beef. In the case of spit, pork is most likely to have the highest proportion of fat in the plan, and we know that all lambs have the most taste. If you want to eat meat, then definitely go to a different type, rather than one of the three beautiful, kind, intelligent no special bodily creatures. ”

“But I like ducks,” said Moon. 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.

“Duca? Feisha had been thinking about it for some time.” I think I’m doing a good enough duck selection, except for a little sad hat. ”

The moon was a very tall student. Why chicks are sad? ”

“Why the duck crosses the road? It was a chicken day.” If you eat ducks, you can no longer find chicken. It will do all the work. ”

The moon seems to have radically changed its world. With this temporary illumination, Feisha began to fight at the door. “If you have not yet asked …”

“Wait and let me introduce my friends”

Feisha sos: “Hey, how are you?” Says, “Are your friends men or women?

“They are children.”

“Later.”

“Hold, they will come, Harare, Jack, here!”

Earquot? What kind of traumatic trauma should you endeavor to call such children? Curiosity was blown away, Feisha’s sleeping legs returned to their new arrival – two women of the same age as Luna.

Feisha noticed the wonderful hair he owned and raised. “Remi guessing: you’re a rabbit,” he pointed to the upper hall before moving on to his companion. “Are you Jack?”

“I’m Jack,” said Tallher.

“I’m a fool,” said another man.

Why does this world claim to be trying evil? Why can not you join your name?

“Are we not connected,” Jack managed to mess up.

“I’m leaving,” said Feisha.

At that moment, Antonio entered the corridor and shared with guests with a large dish. Feisha took Luna’s hand. “I’m leaving,” he repeated.

“Okay,” the moon smiled.

Feisha leaned forward and threatened. “I quit now”

“???”

Doing Fuck Say it Feisha made a great effort to slip the blade and made words between the scented teeth. “I can definitely leave now!

Luckily Jack was caught before Luna did it. “Have you left it in food before you leave?”

Feisha leaves dramatic shots. “Oh, you … As I asked you, because we prayed, just as we are with friends, I mean to stay,” he sat in the chair, the moon was busy in the past. It was.

Three women replied in complete silence.

Feisha brutally fought against the lamb as soon as the plate arrived. They had gone as if they were not there.

Luna said: “I thought you said it was full.

“Yes, I was full, but here’s a way to cure people blowing up!” Feisha talked about the fat in his mouth.

“The human body is a very interesting structure!” Chris Hale

Feisha soothed her lamb. “Can you stop thinking about my body?” If it were not a lamb, he would not eat with these predators. 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.

Before Feish’s vision completely enjoyed herself, the moon returned to a conversation that had flooded the other about the Lunacia syndrome – the pigeon. “Although this syndrome is genetic, it was thought that it was inherited for thousands of years.

The hand leading the lamb to Feish’s mouth. Before that, he could feel the magnificent effects of the Luna Terrace.

“But the syndrome came from our family,” Harle resisted. “Since the Western family was far from us, I do not think it’s so popular”

The moon, moon and moon seemed silent.

“Have you recently had a lot of patients?” Asked by Feisha.

Moon waved to the head. “We knew after we went home last month, the Western family was crazy, and they killed their members in a full month, but we, the Patient family, patient significantly increased.”

The fact that even a slave is slightly softened by Fischer’s heart. The debate lasted for several minutes, and we were not able to come up with real conclusions. Then Antonio arrived in a new and steep burial site. From his position across the moon table Feisha saw long, he began Antonio’s method.

Is it …?

Unfortunately, Antonio does not give up on some of his normal carelessness. It was even worse when Deer, one of Antonio’s only members of the dialogue, left the Noah class.

Paying attention to the recipient, Antonio was supposed to jump on the Feisha board grasping stick.

“You have nothing,” he said, when Feisha was outraged, “eat in the kitchen.” The lamb that I ate half of Feisha was robbed.

Feisha complained of exciting goodness as if walking around Antonio’s kitchen.

“Here Antonio got and threw the lamb by hand” I ate “.

The man skeptically followed his finger and twice saw the seafood plate. His attention immediately prompted Antonio to thank him for gratitude. “Who – Do you know how the seafood was my favorite Al-Antonio …”

Antonio looked back and looked back without leaving.

Bro, I’m sorry for you. I’m going to live with you with Deu and immediately won Almedande. I also regret that you are returning from you. You know, if you cook me before meals, nothing will happen. A little chat for at least that neighbor is not too bad.

Try it as much as possible, Feisha’s vulnerable conscious will not easily rest.

It was 11:30 when my chest finally calmed down. Feisha listens to Intente, pointing to the Layton DLD and struggling for the room, and Jin at the edge of his room. Jin was given 10 minutes. Does it have enough time to rain and restart? He carefully adjusts the device’s listening distance by placing a little shawl. It will not last until Jin has heard the quiet people.

You’re happy, right? It did not come until Jin agreed. Well, you.

“Fuse …” Gin mix. Feisha’s heart was hit. He never thought that he would come today. Can you also lower a large gin? “Fuse, you – you can, it can be a bit difficult.”

Stronger? I did not know that Gin is a very prince.

Do not know the existence of a third person, Gin is sorry. “Yes, yes, yes! D – Deep! Fuck – I feel very good …”

Feisha could not stop a heavy blow by banging her face. Gin was born at the bottom, he was sure of that.

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“We’re going, Gin, your ears are totally beautiful.”

Faisa’s ferocious fierce world was fired on the earth.

For a long time Feisha almost fell asleep.

“Hi, Jin … Can you let me go tonight?

Sleeping Sleeping Feisha soon fell into a tight calm on the other side of the DLD and undoubtedly imagined a serious face. He looked as if he had swallowed a fly. Feisha grabbed an apple with a huge hand and ate crazy and ate.

“Erm,” Jin’s voice was waiting “I did not say anything, but today it may not be. I’m really tired, my back pain, my legs are swollen … Why do you pour so much oil in your hand?”

Feisha wept until you agreed to let me leave!

Lacks it! Feisha took an apple that dropped the wrong pipe.

DLD Gina laughs, “FEISHA! Feisha intensified the pain. Although Feisha suffered, the second couple extended a little more –

“Wait a minute – you do not cry, I did not cry only Feisha! – In fact, there was ruby ​​with your eyes. Oh, do not you ddd – You have not listened to Feish’s words, With no bad idea and bulls, everything that does not exist for him! That guarantees that long is smooth and gets out of his mouth … Oh, your eyes are very red Are … will it be hurt? … God, my dear, but I miss the oil to rub your eyes, then let me get you?

“…”

“I already agreed – what do you want more?” Why are you crying yet? ”

“I have a cup in my eyes.”

“… Funny Feisha, I raised it to you, honor.”

“Well”

“… Do you want to do it instead of tomorrow?” Your eyes are quite boiling. ”

“No, it’s today, even if I can not open my eyes, I’ll strike!

Feisha was violently abused.

“…”

“…”

“… you want to worry, or do you want to leave me?” Look, honey, you have to press me on the bed, not on the floor. It really hurts! ”

“Strip – now!” Husse was very enthusiastic. Then scroll through the clothes and wet the swing to kiss.

“Do not be silent, do not hear evil,” Feisha abused himself as a broken record, an ear-tethered DLD.

Translator Note

“I think I’m doing a pretty good selection of ducks, except for some sad chicks.” […] “” Why does the duck cross the road? Because it was a chicken day. “If you eat ducks, you can no longer find chicken, it will do all the work.”
It happened:
L: But I like chicks.
F: I think I chose a pretty good hen, except for a duck that was a bit odd.
L: Why is the bowl sad?
F: [Chicken and ducks] So. If you eat a hen, you will no longer talk with a duck. It will be alone.
Idioms are about two people who can not understand each other’s story. This is a kind of blend between the crossings of rods and talking to each other.

“Hold, they will come, Harare, Jack, here!”
Luna’s friend is called 2 tons of king (big rabbit) and 1 ton of special boat (special rabbit). Feisha is called exhalation, two tetehax (large vomiting, special vomiting).
As for their English words, for obvious reasons, I went with the rabbit, referring to Jack, Jack Rabbit. It does not work like a Chinese (grinning face), but quite honestly, the punishment of this chapter kills me.

“Remi guessing: you’re a rabbit,” he pointed to the upper hall before moving on to his companion. “Are you Jack?”
Continuing from the previous t / n: Special (special) letter of specialization may also play a special role in this particular paragraph. In the place of Feix, her hair is named according to their height.
F: Rugged high section department, even bigger order a special issue? Do you know she knows her daughter? (Illuminates. This tall is long but long in size.) 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.

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Chapter 42: Exchanging Blows (Part 2)

Chassé-croisé, who comes out top?

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Feisha’s overall mood took a significant turn for the better after planting that pitfall for Gin. The dining hall was filled with bustling heads, the image of which morphed into werewolf heads as soon as they entered his field of vision.

This was a tavern of wolves. The unfortunate scene of werewolves enjoying a meal of fresh meat came to mind.

Erm, skipping a few meals wouldn’t be a big deal, right? There’s a reason people leave out the ending of stories where prey choose to trust their predators.

“Hey, long time no see!” a voice called out from behind him, effectively blocking his plan of escape. Turning around with an adoring smile, Feisha discovered that the culprit was in fact Luna.

“Fancy seeing you here – grabbing a quick meal?”

“Nah, we’re just here to chill a bit. It’s nice chatting in a wide open space like this.”

Keeping all the bombs in one location is also a pretty good tactic. Easier to keep track of. “Is that so? Well then, I guess I’ll take my leave and leave you to it.”

“Wait, you’re not here to eat?”

“Haha, no. I just passed by; I’m actually very, very full right now.” Before Feisha could even finish his sentence, his stomach let out a traitorous growl of hunger.

“…Very full, you say?”

“Bloating,” Feisha replied without missing a beat, “it happens to the best of us.”

Luna stared at his stomach with renewed curiosity. “Human bodies have such interesting structure.”

…Interesting structure? Feisha instinctively shuffled back half a step. “Nah, we’re not that interesting. In terms of muscle, beef has better texture. In terms of leanness, pork probably has the best proportions of lean to fat. And everyone knows that lamb has the most flavor. If you’re gonna eat meat, definitely go for one of those three and not any other type. Especially not meat from beautiful, kind-hearted, intelligent creatures.”

“But I like duck,” said Luna.

“Duck?” Feisha considered this for a moment. “I guess duck’s a pretty good choice, other than making chickens a little sad.”

Luna was clearly a very eager student. “Why would it make chickens sad?”

“‘Why did the duck cross the road? Because it was the chicken’s day off.’ If you eat the duck, there’ll be no one to sub in for the chicken anymore. It’ll have to do all the work.”

Luna looked as though his world had just been fundamentally changed. Amidst this brief period of enlightenment, Feisha began shuffling towards the door. “If you have no more requests…”

“Wait, let me introduce some of my friends.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Feisha said, continuing in a whisper, “but are these friends of yours male or female?”

“They’re guys.”

“Then bye.”

“Hold on, they’re coming over. Hare, Jack, over here!”

Earjack?! What grievous head trauma must a parent suffer for them to name their children something like that? Curiosity piqued, Feisha’s shuffling feet turned him back towards the new arrivals – two werewolves around the same age as Luna.

Feisha sized them up, taking note of the amazingly tall hair that one of them possessed. “Lemme guess; you’re Hare,” he said, pointing at Tall Hair before moving on to his companion, “and you’re Jack?”

“I’m Jack,” said Tall Hair.

“I’m Hare,” said the other one.

Why did this world always insist on proving him wrong? “Why can’t you match your names?”

“We- we’re not even related though?” Jack managed through his confusion.

“I’m going to leave,” said Feisha.

At that very moment, Antonio stepped into the hall with a large plate of lamb cutlets to share amongst the guests. Feisha caught Luna’s arm in a death-hold. “I’m going to leave,” he repeated.

“Bye,” Luna smiled.

Feisha inched forward, voice holding a hint of threat. “I’m going to leave now.”

“???”

So. Fucking. Dense. Feisha furiously signalled towards the lamb cutlets, forcing words out between gritted teeth, “I’m definitely, definitely going to leave now!”

Thankfully, Jack caught on before Luna did. “How about staying for some food before you leave?”

Feisha let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, you. I guess I’ll stay since you asked, seeing as we’re friends and whatnot,” he said, seating himself onto the chair that Luna previously occupied.

The three werewolves responded with a resounding silence.

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Feisha wolfed the lamb cutlets down with ferocity as soon as the plate arrived. It was almost as if they were never there, with the speed they disappeared at.

“I thought you said you were full,” Luna commented, patting Feisha’s back as he burped.

“Yeah I was full, but this is how humans cure bloating!” Feisha said around the grease in his mouth.

“Human bodies have such interesting structure!” exclaimed Hare.

Feisha choked on his lamb. “Can you stop thinking about my body?” If it weren’t for the lamb, there’s no way he’d be dining with these predators.

At the sight of Feisha thoroughly enjoying himself, Luna dove back into the conversation that the other werewolves were having about Lunacy Syndrome. “The syndrome’s meant to be hereditary, sure, but that was thousands of years ago. Maybe they’ve evolved to be contagious now.”

The hand delivering lamb to Feisha’s mouth stilled. He could feel the phantom impact of Luna’s pats from before.

“But the syndrome originated from our clan,” Hare countered. “The western clan lived so far away from ours that it just doesn’t make sense for it to spread that far.”

Moon, Lune and Luna shared a look, falling silent.

“Has there been a lot of patients recently?” Feisha asked.

Moon nodded gravely. “We only found out after we went home last month, but the western clan had quite a lot of werewolves go crazy and slaughter their own clan members during the full moon period. Even our clan had seen a significant increase in patients.”

The fact that not even werewolves were safe calmed Feisha’s heart somewhat. The discussion went on for a few more minutes and reached no real conclusion – it was then that Antonio arrived with some freshly-grilled steak. From his position across the table from Moon, Feisha could see the longing look he shot Antonio’s way.

Could it be..?

Unfortunately, Antonio gave away nothing with his usual unapproachable demeanor. It had only gotten worse when Dea, one of Antonio’s only conversation partners, left Noah’s Ark.

Taking careful notice of the recipients, Antonio deliberately skipped over Feisha’s plate while forking out steaks.

“None for you,” he said when Feisha pointed at himself in indignation, “go eat in the kitchen.” Feisha’s half-eaten lamb was taken away.

Feisha grumbled about blatant favouritism as he trotted into the kitchen behind Antonio.

“There,” Antonio pointed, tossing away the lamb with his other hand. “Eat.”

The human followed his finger sceptically, double-taking when his gaze landed on a plate of seafood. His attention was promptly shifted to giving Antonio a look of sincere gratitude. “Whoa – how did you know seafood was my favorite? A- Antonio…”

Antonio walked away, waving without even looking back.

Bro, I’m sorry I tried to matchmake you and Dea and got you beat up by Almedande for no real reason. I’m also sorry I turned my back on you. You know, if you made this meal for me earlier this all wouldn’t have happened. At least having that little chatterbox for a neighbor isn’t too bad.

Try as he might, Feisha’s guilty conscience would not rest easily.

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It was eleven-thirty at night when the werewolves finally settled down. Feisha shuffled to the edge of his room with Layton’s DLD and pointed it in the direction of Gin’s room, listening intently. It’s been around ten minutes since Gin went inside, that’s enough time for a shower and to get down to business, right? He carefully adjusted the listening distance of the device while shovelling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. It didn’t take him long until Gin’s quiet groans could be heard.

You’re kidding, right? It sure didn’t take much for Gin to agree. Good on you, Hughes.

“Hughes…” Gin mewled. Feisha’s heart skipped a beat; he’d never thought this day would come. Even the great Gin could be taken down, hm? “Hughes, you- mm, you can, you can go a bit harder.”

Harder? Never knew Gin was so kinky.

Unaware of the third presence, Gin moaned. “Yes yes yes yes- ah- there! D- Deeper! Fuck- feels so good…”

Feisha couldn’t stop a violent blush from overcoming his face. Gin was born to bottom, he was sure of it.

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After a while.

“There we go, Gin, your ears are all clean now.”

Feisha brought a fist down onto the ground hard in pure hatred of the world.

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After another very long while, in which Feisha nearly fell asleep.

“Hey, Gin…can you let me top tonight?”

Sleep? What’s sleep? Feisha instantly perked up to the tense silence on the other side of the DLD, imagining the face Gin was no doubt pulling. The one that looked as if he just swallowed a fly. Feisha grabbed an apple with trembling hands and ate it with enthusiasm.

“Erm,” Gin’s voice faltered, “I’m not saying no, but maybe not today. I’m really tired, my back is sore, my leg is cramping… Why are you pouring so much chilli oil onto your hands?”

“Feisha said to cry until you agree to let me top!”

Fuck! Feisha hacked up some apple that went down the wrong tube.

From the DLD came Gin’s enraged roar of “FEISHA!” Feisha toppled over in pain. While Feisha suffered, the couple on the other side made some more progress –

“Wait- Don’t cry, I was just swearing at Feisha, not you- don’t actually rub chilli oil into your eyes! Ah, d-d-d-don’t listen to what Feisha told you, there’s nothing in his head other than bad ideas and bullshit! Everything that comes out of his mouth is guaranteed to be shit! …Aah, your eyes are so red…does it hurt? …Oh god- sweetheart, I’ll let you top so please stop rubbing the chilli oil into your eyes, okay?”

“…”

“I already agreed – what more do you want?! Why are you still crying???”

“I got chilli oil in my eyes.”

“…Goddamn Feisha. I’ll lick it off for you, hon.”

“Okay.”

“…Do you want do it tomorrow instead? Your eyes are pretty swollen.”

“No. It has to be today. I’m topping even if I can’t open my eyes!”

Feisha nodded furiously in approval.

“…”

“…”

“…Do you want to strip or let me- Ah! Look, honey, you have to push me down onto the bed and not the floor. It really hurts!”

“Strip! Now!” Hughes was very enthusiastic. This was followed by the rustling of clothes and wet, slopping kissing.

“Hear no evil, hear no evil,” Feisha muttered to himself like a broken record, ear glued to the DLD.

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Translator’s notes

“I guess duck’s a pretty good choice, other than making chickens a little sad.” […] “‘Why did the duck cross the road? Because it was the chicken’s day off.’ If you eat the duck, there’ll be no one to sub in for the chicken anymore. It’ll have to do all the work.”
Here’s what actually happened:
L: But I like chicken.
F: I guess chicken’s a pretty good choice, other than making ducks a little sad.
L: Why would it make ducks sad?
F: Because [chicken and duck talk]. If you eat the chicken, there’ll be no one to talk with the duck anymore. It’ll be lonely.
The idiom 鸡同鸭讲 jī tóng yā jiǎng (lit. chicken and duck talk) is about two people who can’t understand each other talking. It’s kind of a mix between getting one’s wires crossed and talking past each other.

“Hold on, they’re coming over. Hare, Jack, over here!”
Luna’s friends are called 大兔 dà tù (lit. large rabbit) and 特兔tè tù (lit. special rabbit). Feisha mishears this as 大吐特吐 dà tǔ tè tǔ (lit. big vomit special vomit).
As for their English names, I went with hare for obvious reasons and Jack, referring to the jackrabbit. It doesn’t work as well as it does in Chinese (sad face) but quite frankly the puns in this chapter are killing me.

“Lemme guess; you’re Hare,” he said, pointing at Tall Hair before moving on to his companion, “and you’re Jack?”
Continuing on from the previous t/n: The character 特 tè (lit. special) can also mean extra, which forms the basis of this particular pun. Instead of their hair (that was all me), Feisha matches their names based on their height.
F: 这个高个是大号，更高个是特大号对吧？zhè ge gāo gè shì dà hào, gèng gāo gè shì tè dà hào duì ba? (lit. This tall one is large size, the taller one is extra large size, right?)[/hide]