Chapter 184 Apology
"'Ore Asaqi, I urge you not to let my assessment of you continue to decline, or you will certainly not like the outcome I have planned for you.'—And he actually said that to me!"
Not surprisingly, he had a big quarrel with someone, and not surprisingly, he was once again furious and walked around the room angrily: "This arrogant, mean, ungrateful person -"
It was a ridiculous threat, but no one present doubted whether the other party could do it.
Maxine listened to the whole thing calmly.
"He's angry too," the red-haired girl commented pertinently. "Look, calling you by your full name again—of course, maybe he never forgave you."
"Although His Majesty was indeed rather... uh, merciless towards you," Maxine thought hard for a long time before finally using a more neutral term: "But Ole, let me be honest, your handling of this matter was indeed substandard."
Azuka came back with her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the window, her emotions unclear.
"I remember the professor once told you that the essence of this operation was to gather intelligence." His friend's voice was calm, but Ole felt strangely guilty and short of breath the moment he saw him. "Ole, I never doubted your determination to protect your companions—but if it were me or Maxine in the same situation, would you choose to engage in direct confrontation with the Scarlet Duke without hesitation and imprison us and exclude us?"
“…”
"Yes, he's an ordinary person, but he's also your teammate now. He needs your protection, and you need his brains. You're equals, and you have to respect him as much as you respect us." Those familiar blue eyes stared at him calmly, as they had countless times before, with unquestionable strength. "'Blood Shadow' Ole, you could have done better."
The assassin froze for a while, then suddenly his shoulders slumped and he rubbed his temples with a severe headache.
"...I understand. This time it's my fault. I acted impulsively." He muttered awkwardly, "I just don't like the way he spoke, and the way he threatened me. It reminded me of—girl, don't look at me like that. You know what I mean."
Every one of the three people here has suffered more or less psychological trauma from a big villain in their previous life. They can form a mutual aid group for victims of tyrants.
Maxine shrugged.
"But that doesn't stop him from being a bastard," Orel snorted. "Of course, thank the damn gods, he's probably not as much of a bastard as you."
He nodded seriously at Azuka, and the person who had just been patiently comforting his friend, but was suddenly subjected to personal attacks, slowly narrowed his eyes.
"—But I absolutely cannot be alone with that guy for more than five minutes without feeling the urge to beat him up." The assassin leader vowed, "Don't force me to get along with him. It's your job to appease that difficult guy, Azuka. I'm only responsible for carrying out his damn orders."
"What are you talking about?" Marcylin looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Nova has a good temper. As long as you find the right way-"
Ole gave her a distorted and ferocious expression: "Are you kidding me?"
"Don't interrupt him, praise him generously, make him coffee and throw him a biscuit or something when the time is right. It's that simple."
The red-haired girl counted on her fingers. "Then you'll be pleasantly surprised to find that His Majesty will become as calm and lazy as a cat, and even more patient than usual—even tolerant of your stupid words, as long as you don't do anything stupid, of course."
She paused and gave the assassin leader a sympathetic look. "Maybe this is too hard for you, isn't it?"
"I'm so sorry, I'll never be a good mother." The other person's response was particularly simple and rude: "So screw him, I won't do it, you two go and coax that devil."
Mashilin, who had never been married in her two lives but suddenly became a mother without any pain: "..."
The red-haired girl slowly clenched her fists: "...Ore, sometimes you get scolded or even beaten for no reason at all."
All earned through my own ability.
A chuckle came from the window. Azuka was slowly playing with a tattered glove. "What a coincidence. About fifteen minutes ago, the professor said to me, 'I will never be able to have enough patience with a creature with a brain the size of a bird that can no more control its mania than it can control its excrement.'"
Although it was counterintuitive, Azuka discovered that his nemesis, despite his sharp tongue, rarely got truly angry, remaining as cold and rational as a machine. Yet, his friend was able to repeatedly and precisely hit his opponent's sore spot, a miracle indeed.
He raised his eyes, picked up the glove with several cuts on the palm with a half-smile, then loosened his fingers and let it fall to the ground with a slight plop.
The sentence was so long and complicated that it took Ole a long time to react to what the other party said. He wanted to fly into a rage, but when he saw the glove, he became depressed.
"I won't apologize to him on your behalf." The Savior lazily leaned against the windowsill and announced with an unusually irritating reserve, "Because if it was me who made him angry, I would coax him back on the spot - so whoever made the mistake should go and make peace."
"You know how far he can go? Do you think he's joking?" The guy warned him with a smile in a way that sounded annoyingly boastful to Ole. "Although he won't kill you for my sake, he will definitely make you suffer. And afterward, you'll find that this is the 'optimal solution' to the situation - Ole, do you want to try it?"
Ole: “…”
He couldn't help but shudder. Daniga and Shadow Chaser flashed through his mind. The assassin suddenly scratched his hair in frustration: "Damn it, tell me what to do - make a big pot of coffee and put it by his bed, plus a handwritten letter of apology?"
The smile on the savior's face remained unchanged: "You dare."
He suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Ma Shilin who was watching the show. "By the way, if you catch him getting up in the middle of the night to drink coffee again, please don't cover up for him, and don't indulge him in asking you for too much coffee."
Maxine stared at him blankly: "...Ah?"
Ole interrupted with a gloating tone: "Because this person is controlling—Okay, it's just a joke, I'll shut up."
Catching a glimpse of his blond friend's half-smile, he tutted his lips and made a horizontal motion.
"He's right, because I won't allow it." Azuka smiled slightly at the suddenly frightened looks of the other two - a chillingly gentle smile.
"If I don't stop him, he'll guzzle dozens of espressos and work for forty-eight hours straight." The Savior looked helplessly at his two friends, who seemed to be looking at him as if he were a pervert. "Is it so hard to understand that you want someone you like to stay healthy?"
Ole's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but think of the tyrant in his previous life - the other party seemed to be never tired on the battlefield. It was said that the tyrant had gone to the front line in person and worked without sleep for seven days and seven nights. Those precise and confidential orders spread to every corner of the battlefield like a tsunami, and turned the defeat around - of course, there was certainly some exaggeration in it, but it was not difficult to see that this person's workaholic attribute was inherited in both lives.
"So don't waste the professor's waking time. We'll be very busy." Azuka grabbed the assassin's collar without warning and dragged him towards the door. "Come with me to apologize and tell him you will never do this again."
Ole put up a futile and desperate resistance in his hands: "Wait, I'm not ready yet--"
"What are you going to prepare?" The Savior laughed at him lightly. "Homemade cupcakes, or a freshly composed hymn?"
Glancing at the assassin's suddenly stiff face, Azuka sighed. Considering that he was his brother, he reluctantly taught him patiently, "Listen carefully. Give him the mutant two-tailed lizard dragon you secretly found, and then sincerely say, 'I'm sorry for ignoring your orders, refusing to communicate with you, imprisoning you on my own initiative, and then rudely pulling you down from the rock wall, causing you harm. I'm a bastard with a brain the size of a crow' - do you understand?"
Ole's feet were dragged on the carpet, leaving traces. Hearing this, his eyes widened, and a suspicious red flashed around his ears. He didn't care for a moment that someone seemed to be smuggling something private. "Wait, how the hell did you know I was collecting—"
"First item on the list of damaged collections, isn't it?" The other party gave a malicious smile and said meaningfully, "I know everything."
Nova was still formulating a new battle plan when he saw the second male lead being escorted by the male lead into his temporary study.
The latter closed the door as soon as he entered, as if to prevent someone from escaping. The Savior walked over to him. Seeing the doubt on his face, the guy smiled and leaned slightly towards him: "Ore brought you a gift of apology."
The professor, who never expected an apology, said: "..."
It was interesting. He hadn't expected the assassin leader to change his ways based on his threats, and perhaps even thought he was making a big deal out of nothing. But the tyrant always believed in "seeing the big picture from the small details," and facts proved him right.
Originally, Nova was planning to make people suffer, but now the situation seems to have changed - it is obvious that it is the work of a savior.
"Coffee?" he asked hopefully.
The other party's expression remained unchanged: "No."
Seeing the man's eyes immediately droop in boredom, Azuka sighed helplessly and raised his chin towards the assassin.
Ole awkwardly took out a cage from behind him. Inside was a completely intact, palm-sized mutant two-tailed lizard dragon. It had its mouth wide open, its scales were shaking and changing color, and it was making threatening noises at all humans.
By the way, this thing is incredibly fast and can spray highly poisonous blood. It is really not easy to find a mutated living organism. Even the professor only had one spine before.
"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ignored your orders." The assassin stiffly repeated what his friend had taught him. Fortunately, once he opened his mouth, his apology became much smoother - of course, he deleted the part that was a personal attack.
As soon as the words fell, the room fell into silence, with only the strange crackling sound of a poisonous two-tailed lizard dragon making the sound.
After a long time, just when Ole was getting angry and embarrassed, the guy ignored everyone and took out a syringe from the drawer. He accurately inserted it into the gap between the lizard's ribs and drew out a tube of purple blood.
The other person looked at the small tube of blood gently with a creepy fascination, and then put it away with regret - there was no way, now was not a good time to do experiments.
"Thank you for your gift. You can leave now." The black-haired young man lowered his head expressionlessly, returned to his work, and ordered the guest to leave without any hesitation.
Ole: “…”
This is totally useless! He glared angrily at his friend, who was smiling dotingly, and he deeply suspected that the two of them were colluding to play a trick on him. Then he heard the tyrant add coldly: "I will continue to observe you and evaluate you."
The other party didn't even look up: "—There won't be a next time, Ole."
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