Chapter 88 Chapter 88 appeared in my dream.
Su Cheng: “…”
She once again realized that the other party really understood the God of Contract's favored ones.
Despite the enormous individual differences within this group, the statement clearly holds universal relevance.
Su Cheng: "Okay, so this is a mutual aid between friends, right? I'll try to help you find out, just as a way to repay you for the shrimp and other messes you treated me to?"
Galen smiled but said nothing.
Okay.
Su Cheng thought speechlessly.
As long as he does not express it clearly, the possibility of a verbal "contract" being established is eliminated.
Then they never spoke of the subject again.
Su Cheng: "...You are such a cautious person."
But it must be said that his complete avoidance of entering into a contract with her also made her feel at ease in a sense.
If what he said before was true, then he probably understood quite well how the power of the God-favored Ones worked.
Considering that his father was still keen on deceiving others, Garen might know more than herself. After all, she had only been a follower for a short time.
The two left from another exit of the banquet hall.
Several guests in the corridor turned their heads.
Their attitude towards the Duke was also very interesting. Some wanted to come up and talk to him, while others showed some dread and fear, but still forced a smile.
Even though these people are hiding their emotions.
"Your Mightiness--"
Su Cheng looked back at those people, then at the Duke in front of him. "I heard the royal family is considering launching the Trial of Divine Grace?"
"You're very well-informed," Galen nodded slightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "This ancient ritual can create more gods-favored ones, but it's only theoretical, and nothing has been finalized yet."
Su Cheng: “…”
It wasn't that she was well-informed, but she had seen this word in a book and vaguely remembered that Lin Yun had participated in this thing, so she asked tentatively.
Just as she was about to ask for more information, Garen suddenly asked, "Sir, how do you think one can become a favored one of the God of Contract?"
"Let me think about it," Su Cheng said, somewhat surprised. "... Perhaps, um, he instinctively wanted to use the contract to achieve his goal?"
"Purpose?"
"Well," she nodded. "Perhaps it's to gain more profits, or perhaps to avoid certain risks, or both. Of course, there must be others."
"Okay," the blond man chuckled softly, "So this is your reason and answer?"
Su Cheng didn't answer him. "What about you, Your Excellency the Duke? How do you think you can become the favored one of the God of Wealth?"
"Hmm," Galen mused, "Perhaps it is instinctive and eternal to prioritize the pursuit of wealth over anything else."
Su Cheng thought about it, "It's similar to the situation where even if you face the risk of losing your life, as long as there is a chance of making money, would you still gamble?"
"I don't deny that such people exist," he shook his head slightly. "But in reality, at least as far as I know, His Majesty the God of Wealth isn't particularly fond of gamblers. Relying solely on probability deviates from the fundamentals of value. Well, let's not discuss those brilliant, game-changing techniques; after all, those aren't pure gamblers. In short, He generally favors those with a business mindset, researching the market, identifying opportunities, managing risks, and allocating resources—all of this is a balancing act that requires both a well-defined path and inspiration. True wealth is created within this chain, not as a gift from fate, which has no foundation."
Su Cheng fell into deep thought, "This isn't just about chasing wealth, right?"
"As I said, generally speaking, there are definitely some exceptions, but the pursuit of wealth is the only common denominator."
The blond man turned and walked into the corridor ahead.
That area was no longer for guests. He had only taken a few steps when he was surrounded by the housekeeper and the company's managers.
They were holding various document scrolls in their hands, seemingly waiting to report to him and ask for instructions.
A group of people walked away.
"...What's wrong with you?"
The young man's clear voice sounded from behind.
Su Cheng turned around.
Xiao Lan came over at some point, with a tired look on his face, but his gorgeous blue eyes were still bright, and his long snow-white eyelashes trembled in the light.
His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he had a faint scent of floral and fruity wine on him, and he seemed to be a little tipsy.
"How are you?" Su Cheng asked curiously, "Have you found the feeling of seeing the world that you wanted?"
"I don't know," the silver-haired boy seemed a little discouraged. "Most people are talking about things I'm not very familiar with, and I'm not particularly interested in them."
Su Cheng looked at him with some sympathy. "Then don't force yourself. Even if there's something you should be familiar with, I'm sure the seniors in the mercenary group will tell you. I heard that the people from Silver Wing often deal with nobles and even the royal family."
He nodded listlessly, "...Indeed, I'm just a little curious, but this time, just like last time, it's hard for me to persevere to the end."
"That's normal. Many local nobles also leave early," Su Cheng consoled him with a smile. "By the way, the shrimp over there is delicious."
The silver-haired boy looked at her a little bewilderedly, "Huh?"
Perhaps because he had danced before, his braids were a little loose, and a few strands of his carefully groomed hair fell down limply.
Judging from his expression, he looked like a puppy drenched in rain.
Su Cheng suddenly wanted to rub his head.
She pinched her fingers silently. "It's in the restaurant up ahead, by the north entrance. There's a huge ice crayfish. It seems to be some kind of mutation."
"Oh," Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, "I used to love eating it. I went looking for it almost every day..."
He shut up as he spoke, and his frosty blue eyes flashed with helplessness and a bit of panic, as if he felt that he had said the wrong thing.
Su Cheng: “?”
Eat it every day?
The habitats of those magical beasts are all kinds of cold lakes and seas. It doesn't seem strange if they once lived in those places.
only--
Su Cheng didn't want to embarrass him, so he didn't say anything, but just pondered this sentence in his heart.
"I'm sorry," the silver-haired young man sighed, "You may be able to tell that I'm not a real human, and I haven't lived in a human habitat before. I hope you don't mind."
Su Cheng was also confused. "Of course I don't mind. Why would I mind? You've already met my teammates in the mercenary group."
Leaving aside the other two, she still didn't know Camus's race, but it was most likely not a real human.
"Oh," Xiao Lan raised his hand to support his forehead, "Sorry, I'm not quite sober right now. I just drank a few barrels of honey flower wine made from magic plant ingredients. They all said the aftereffects—"
Su Cheng: “?”
bucket?
What kind of quantifier is this?
Xiao Lan swayed slightly, and his steps seemed a little unstable, and he seemed to be about to fall.
Logically speaking, with his level of strength, it would be difficult for him to get drunk by drinking normally.
But it's hard to say when it comes to magic plants. Some drinks made from high-level magic plants can knock down a mid-level warrior with just one or two glasses, not to mention that he obviously drank a lot.
Su Cheng quickly reached out to help him.
She still remembered that the other person seemed to have a lover.
——Although there is a certain probability that it is her, whether it is or not, she feels that it is better to avoid more physical contact at this stage to avoid misunderstandings.
So she moved gently and touched him as little as possible.
"Your Mightiness……"
The silver-haired boy leaned on her arm, pressing his body weight on her, then staggered and fell forward, his forehead rubbing against her slender wrist and smoothly muscular forearm.
Su Cheng helped him to the sofa on the side of the corridor.
"Thanks……"
He spoke vaguely, his blue eyes became moist, and a layer of misty warm fog was emanating from them.
The young man raised his head, his silver eyelashes trembling like falling snow, and his pupils seemed to be growing thinner. "Hmm, it's you. Will you appear in my dream tonight too?"
Su Cheng looked at him in disbelief.
Su Cheng: “…”
Is it really her?
Is this because of the protagonist's halo or something else?
Su Cheng: "I know you're not quite sober right now, but I still can't help but ask, not only have we only met twice, but we've also spent very little time together, right?"
The silver-haired boy staggered forward, resting his forehead on her arm, his slightly cool body temperature spreading across her naked skin.
"I'm sorry," he murmured softly, "Oh, I know it sounds weird, so I don't know how to tell you, actually-"
Xiao Lan suddenly mumbled a long string of words, but it was unknown what language it was.
Su Cheng was stunned and didn't understand a single word.
Elvish?
As an elemental mage, some spells are related to the Elvish language. Even if you can't use this language, you still know a few words.
She didn't think it sounded like that.
“…Hmm.”
Xiao Lan showed a look of regret, and stood up with difficulty, trying to get rid of her support. However, it seemed that his waist began to weaken again, and he had to lean on the cushion behind him.
He tilted his head back slightly, his breathing was a little rapid, his silver hair was a little messy, sticking to his forehead and ears.
The young man involuntarily pulled at his collar, and the velvet coat embroidered with silver patterns opened, revealing a slender white neck.
Two buttons of the silk shirt were open, revealing the delicate and sharp collarbone, and a thin layer of sweat with a warm glow was floating between the shoulders and neck.
Su Cheng had a splitting headache. "What on earth did you drink?"
Suddenly, laughter was heard from the side. Two young people who were kissing behind the porch pillar had just finished a brief intimate moment and were passing by.
"It might be the Tears of Late Autumn," one of them laughed. "I just drank half a cup too. Oh my god, my head is about to explode. It contains Moon Halo Nectar and, uh, some good stuff made by the vampires of the Southern Continent. You can help this poor kid. Just release it once."
Su Cheng saw the rose gold coin emblem on the corner of his clothes and said, "You are from the Olu family—wait, are you the Duke's child?"
"What? No," the man said, smiling, as if she had told a joke. "We are all his cousins."
After that, they went upstairs hand in hand.
Looking around, the whole banquet was still elegant and luxurious. Very few people showed indecent postures in public, but people went out from time to time.
Su Cheng suspected that they had all drunk something strange.
But the Olu family has always been familiar with the fashion of the circle. The fact that these wines brewed from magical plants can be displayed means that the nobles in the imperial capital like them very much.
Xiao Lan placed one hand on his forehead, as if trying to calm his chaotic thoughts. His azure eyes seemed to be soaked in moonlight, shrouded in a hazy halo.
Deep in the pupils, there seemed to be a turbulent wave of emotions, which condensed in the moisture and turned into tears hanging between the eyelashes.
The water traces slid across the boy's hot and flushed cheeks and his beautiful and stern jawline.
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