Chapter 1595 Concede <TOC> Chapter 1597 Sweet Fire and Butter Breeze
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“It’s unbelievable that Jiebo actually lost. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought anyone telling me this was delivering the year’s most absurd joke.”
“Yeah, it’s incredibly hard to fathom. And from what I know, the woman who defeated Jiebo is staying at the Woodrow Bar.”
“Indeed, she has been residing at the Bliss Pavilion behind the bar.”
“My impression of Hilary has always been that of a sleepy and quiet individual. I never would have thought that when she becomes frenzied, she would be this terrifying. She even crushed Jiebo. She might just take the crown in the Novastar Competition…”
These various conversations reached Angel’s ears. As they spoke, they occasionally glanced down the corridor leading to the Bliss Pavilion, their eyes filled with fear and astonishment, as if an actual demon lord resided deep within the corridor.
However, it makes sense. Jiebo’s overwhelming presence has loomed like a dark cloud that never dissipates over the sky of most apprentices of this era. It has been a source of awe and intimidation for countless years and even seemed to acquire a mythological status. At this moment, a newcomer emerges and defeats Jiebo — how could these people who’ve been trembling under Jiebo’s shadow for years not be terrified?
“I think Jiebo lost to Hilary for a reason other than a lack of skill — there’s something else going on,” another voice reached Angel as he continued forward. Angel’s steps slightly slowed, contemplating to himself: Could someone have uncovered the truth?
“I believe the match between Hilary and the ‘Son of the Ocean’ must have been recorded by Infinite Battle Tower and will probably be sold in a couple of days. You can take a close look at one particular detail then.” The speaker tantalizingly held back, finally elaborating under everyone’s watchful gaze, “The way Jiebo looks at Hilary.”
“What kind of look?”
“It’s a complicated gaze. Jiebo seemed to both not want to see Hilary yet was also hoping to see her; he wanted to talk to her but also seemed troubled, hesitating to speak; he wanted to be close to her but couldn’t approach her… It’s such a paradoxical emotion.” The speaker mumbled, a glimmer of longing flashing in his eyes, “So, I believe that Jiebo might have had a deeply entangled emotional history with this Hilary. They might have separated due to various reasons and are now standing on opposite sides of the competition ring.”
“Jiebo wants to see her, but he doesn’t want to witness her in the ring; he wants to talk to her, yet he doesn’t know what to say; he wants to get close, but he’s afraid of hurting her. This is my interpretation — Jiebo doesn’t want to hurt Hilary, so he’d rather hurt himself, even if it means losing the match.”
The person’s words were emotionally stirring and poetic, casting a hopeful gleam in the eyes of the romantically inclined young women around them.
However, a voice of reason interjected, “But when they were fighting, I saw both sides giving their all. Jiebo clearly didn’t hold back.”
“Maybe that’s just on the surface?”
Angel briskly walked ahead, somewhat tired of listening… but it must be said, their speculations were rather vivid. Yet, they still didn’t understand Hilary.
Unlike Nausica, who has unwavering faith in the future, what fills Hilary’s heart probably leaves no room for love.
Because all she’s concerned about is… finding opportunities to sleep.
In addition to discussing Jiebo and Hilary’s match, people were also talking about Carvelyn. Whenever Carvelyn’s match came up, there was always a resigned sigh and a shake of the head, as if no one really knew what had happened during the match.
Angel moved through the noisy crowd and entered a corridor behind the bar.
Soon, he saw the courtyard of the Bliss Pavilion.
He couldn’t see what was happening inside the Bliss Pavilion, but outside, there was a figure hesitating and cautiously lingering.
Angel approached and gently tapped the person on the shoulder.
“Who is it?!” The person was startled into trembling, even jumping up and spinning around to shout. However, the shout cracked, revealing an exterior of courage masking a timid core.
When he turned around, his face was revealed. He was a plump man with a head of curly brown hair and emerald-green eyes. Dressed in a pure white robe, the color seemed to accentuate his already ample physique, making him look even more robust.
Angel recognized him and directly called out his name: “Alan, what are you doing here?”
This was Alan, the chubby young man who had left the Old Land Continent with Angel. He was also the grandson of Morrow.
Angel examined Alan’s face carefully. Despite being nearly nineteen, his facial features still looked immature, resembling a boy in his mid-teens. Coupled with his plump face, he looked much the same as before.
“Who are you, and how do you know my name?” Alan seemed still a bit stunned, eyeing the person in front of him with caution.
Not only did he look the same, but his voice was also identical to before, complete with a slight milky tone. Angel felt momentarily disoriented and dispelled his Boundless Silence magic. His previously unnoticeable face suddenly became three-dimensional.
“Angel?” Alan exclaimed joyously while simultaneously feeling puzzled. “The face is the same, so why didn’t I recognize you earlier?”
“It’s me. What brings you here?” Angel looked at Alan with curiosity. He remembered that Alan didn’t have any relations with the people at Bliss Pavilion, did he?
“Actually, I came to find you… Ah, I apologize. I should address you as ‘Lord Super Dimensional.'” Alan suddenly seemed to remember something, expressing surprise before bowing repeatedly to Angel in apology.
Angel patted Alan’s shoulder. “Alright, no need for all the formalities. Back to the point, you said you came to find me?”
Even though he said that, Alan still felt a bit awkward. “Yes. There are rumors that you have a good relationship with the people at Bliss Pavilion. So, I thought I’d come here to see if they could help me get in touch with you. I didn’t expect to see you before even entering.”
Angel stepped forward and pushed open the grand doors of Bliss Pavilion. “What did you want to discuss with me? Let’s talk inside.”
Alan nodded, following behind Angel as they entered the Bliss Pavilion.
Upon entering the Bliss Pavilion, the first to greet them was Coral. She rushed to Angel’s side, glaring forcefully at Alan: “This chubby kid has been loitering outside. I was about to give him a piece of my mind. Why did you bring him in?”
Angel responded, “He’s my friend and came to see me.”
Alan paused, a look of relief appearing in his eyes; at least Angel acknowledged that they were friends.
“Friend?” Coral looked skeptically at Alan.
Just then, the sound of iron boots clanging on the ground resonated from behind Coral. She didn’t need to turn around to know that the approaching person was Leon.
“Angel, you’re here. Ah, this person looks familiar. Could he be the young master of the Monne family?” Leon greeted Angel first before curiously setting his gaze on Alan.
Alan also seemed somewhat surprised to see Leon here: “You are Viscount Pat?”
“Indeed, it’s you. I remember your name is Alan, right?” Leon looked at Angel. “What’s he doing here?”
Angel replied, “He came to see me about something. By the way, where is Hilary?”
“She’s inside taking care of Hilary,” Coral interjected. She paused before continuing, “You should know by now, right? Hilary encountered Jiebo in the competition today and lost control again. Now, she’s in a weakened state due to power depletion. Nausica is taking care of her.”
Although Hilary’s innate abilities are extremely restraining towards Jiebo, her power level is still a notch below his. Defeating Jiebo had drained her considerably.
Since Nausica was attending to Hilary, Angel didn’t go in to disturb them and turned to Alan instead: “Now, tell me. You came all this way to find me; what is it that you want to discuss?”
Chapter 1595 Concede <TOC> Chapter 1597 Sweet Fire and Butter Breeze