Chapter 56
Title: [Good guys, it is said that a certain editor named Li was not only fired, but also sued. Rumor has it that he will pay a large sum of money to Manhua Cat and Random Code]
[Hahahaha, it's your own fault]
[What is this person thinking? If I had a contracted author like Ranma-kun under my command, I would praise him profusely, but he still backstabs me and does this...]
[If I had a contracted author who was handsome and good at drawing, I would be willing to have a luxury car and a big villa every day]
[You upstairs, you don’t even want to suffer a little bit]
[It is said that he was short of money to buy a house, so he colluded with Lotus and asked Lotus to change her ID and sign in under a pseudonym. He probably felt that his subsequent income was guaranteed, so he gave up on Random Code.]
[Now I didn’t catch anything. It really made me laugh to death. Hahahaha]
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Jiang Zhulang scanned the forum at once and saw this post. He curled his lips and turned off the system screen.
After returning to the Holy Spirit Medicine Association, Martin quickly fenced off a few plots of land, planted the mutated honeysuckle and minerals, and then showed off his mushroom potion everywhere.
Roshia buried himself in the laboratory, improving alchemical weapons.
They all tacitly agreed not to disturb Jiang Zhulang who was distracted in controlling the Golden Spider.
The night was as blue as water, with the silver moon hanging high in the sky. A carriage engraved with the gorgeous family emblem broke through the lingering mist and drove into the slowly opening carved iron gate.
Ignoring the servants' help, Cross jumped off the car swiftly and walked straight towards the dark castle standing in the misty forest.
The moon fir forest is always shrouded in mist, and the sky is always dark. The Gothic castle, built with dark stones, is covered with a chill and oppression that penetrates into the bone marrow. Even if several eternal lamps are lit, the color of the flames is a low-saturation cold orange, gray and misty.
The young man with extremely light blond hair was swallowed up by the darkness step by step.
The little spider carefully crawled to Cross's hair and hid in the beaded chain that swayed with every step, swaying until he felt a little dizzy.
"Young Master..."
"Shh, don't bother Leir."
Cross frowned and stopped the servant from bowing.
Through the half-open door, he could see his tiny brother lying on the soft bed.
Cross's eyes and brows were exceptionally gentle, a gentleness that he had never shown in front of outsiders.
He tried to go in and close the open window, but the round-headed scepter rested heavily on his shoulders.
Cross closed the door quietly and said respectfully, "Father."
"Hmph." The middle-aged man he called his father looked him up and down with dissatisfaction and pulled a long face. "Look at what you are wearing. What's the difference between you and the dirty low-class people? Do you want to approach Leir's room like this? You know, he just got out of the fire!"
Cross lowered his head reflexively, and the little spider in his hair rolled his eyes to scan his clothes - the hem of his robe was a little wrinkled due to the long carriage ride, and the corners of his robe were slightly dusty.
He pursed his lips in shame to hide the loneliness in his eyes.
"My fault. I have brought the herb back."
"Humph. If the child that my Tiade family has carefully nurtured cannot defeat that mob, then I will be laughed at. Take out the things and show them to me."
The tender and weak herbs were carefully stored in a wooden box to preserve their medicinal properties. If it were not for the moist green light and exaggerated medicinal fragrance, people would probably be puzzled. How could such a small herb have such power as the legend said?
His father nodded in appreciation, and after his eyes swept over the subtle red stain on Cross's fingers, he frowned in disgust. The scepter that he never let go of hit his elbow hard, and Cross's face turned pale for a moment.
"It's dirty. Go home and wash it properly. Don't bring those lowly people's dirty things home and infect Leir."
"Yes, Father. Can I go see him tomorrow?"
Cross placed the wooden box on the table and asked carefully.
"Tsk. If he's awake."
Cross hummed, feeling very happy. The inconspicuous little spider used as a pendant rolled its eyes in a humane way, but it was too small to be noticed by anyone.
While Cross was washing up, Jiang Zhulang controlled the little spider to explore in the dark.
——He is not like someone who likes to watch people take a bath.
The little spider slid and crawled along the way he came, ran to Cross's brother's room, and squeezed in through the bottom gap of the door.
The man who had been sleeping on the bed had sat up at some point, his clothes opened wide, and the silver moon shone through the window sill onto his face, making him look even more gloomy.
Leir asked the servant kneeling on the ground: "Did he come to see me just now?"
“Yes, yes…”
"Hmph. Go, get away from people and get some ice water."
"But your body..."
"No, hurry, up!" Leir said with a sullen face, pausing every word.
When the servant brought some icy water, Leir ordered him to splash it on himself.
"Haha, wait, tomorrow, he will definitely be punished by father for opening the door and leaving me cold. My brother...you owe me this! You owe me!"
He was trembling all over, with a look of insane hatred on his face, and had fallen into fantasy.
Tsk.
nerve.
Jiang Zhulang curled his lips and picked up the grapes that Luo Xia fed him. He was so exhausted from trying two things at once that he almost poked his nose.
"Be careful." Luo Xiya suppressed a smile, held his wrist, and led the grape to the correct height.
"Ah—open your mouth."
Jiang Zhulang muttered softly: "I'm not a child anymore."
Because he needed to control the spider to eavesdrop on the corners, Roshia and Martin made sure he ate on time despite his busy experiment, for fear that he would refuse to eat or drink like before.
In fact, Jiang Zhulang knew that they did not believe his excuse of not being serious, but the two considerate people did not ask too many questions.
They didn't ask why they inexplicably shut themselves off, or why they got better without any warning, nor did they ask why they went to such great lengths to eavesdrop on Cross's family secrets. They just accompanied him silently.
Jiang Zhulang thought, if only he could go back and forth freely between reality and comics forever. Once he gets rid of the annoying flies and finds out the secrets behind the system, he can truly immerse himself in the land of Nidos.
He could watch Luoshia grow from youth to middle age and then to old age bit by bit, and he did the same.
He can also follow legendary footsteps and explore secret places like an ordinary native warlock of the continent of Nidos.
He doesn't have to worry about being in danger like in real life. He can pursue exciting dangers to his heart's content because, in the comic world, his life is almost unlimited.
“Kneel down!”
The false scolding through the veil exploded in his ears. Jiang Zhulang broke away from his beautiful fantasy and turned his attention to the little spider hiding in the corner.
The man's roar, the woman's crying, and the pale-faced, naked blond young man kneeling on the ground.
The head of the Tiard family was furious, and he raised his scepter high, hitting Cross hard with the top of the scepter, which was the size of an adult's fist. Every time it landed, a red and purple mark appeared.
Mrs. Tiade, Cross's mother, cried and glared at Cross.
"It's all your fault. Leir's fever had finally subsided, but because you pushed the door in the middle of the night, he caught a cold again! Every time you come back, Leir gets sick. What's going on?"
"My poor Leir, he will never be as free and healthy as his brother, and the culprit of all this is still hurting him!"
"Ahem, father, mother... No, ahem, don't blame brother. Brother just wanted to see me. It's all my fault. My health is too poor..."
"That's enough! Lei'er, you are right. If it weren't for him, how could you be so easily knocked down by the wind? You have to know that a hundred years ago, our Tiard family was the eagle of the continent!"
"Give orders, no one is allowed to give the young master food or water all day, just let him kneel here!"
Cross' eyes were slightly red, and he watched sadly as his father and mother hugged his weak and breathless brother and left without looking back, as if they were a family...
"Why didn't anyone ask me if I was hurt? I am also your child..." Cross lowered his head and murmured in a low voice. Except for the breeze and the little spider who was paying full attention here, no one heard his words.
No one will give an answer.