Chapter 14 He's really got nothing better to do! Before that disaster happened, I was still...
The fishtail skirt was made from a famous fabric from the East called shimmering brocade. The pinkish-white fabric flowed with a gentle pearlescent sheen, soft and delicate, fluffy and flowing. The skirt was very fitted, almost perfectly hugging Reinhardt's figure, outlining his slender and tall body curves just right.
The neckline of the dress features a teardrop-shaped cutout, adorned with bright white pearls. The long sleeves are made of white lace, swaying with movement. The hem of the skirt flares out at the end, like a fish swimming freely in water, or an iris flower, flowing with vitality under the tranquil moonlight.
Even the shoes she wore were matching pearl-trimmed flats.
Upon hearing Buster's words, which were clearly reproachful, the Son of God turned his head and shifted in the direction from which he had come.
After several days of ample sleep and nourishing food, the son of the gods' golden hair developed a visibly lustrous sheen. It shimmered with a soft golden light under the sunlight, and the pinkish-white ribbons around his eyes fluttered in the wind, making him breathtakingly beautiful.
Although Storm often teased him about being a princess, he never truly treated him like a girl. When he saw the son of a god dressed up like a doll, he was initially stunned, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes that even he himself didn't understand. Then he frowned and strode over to the table.
The Storm Leader, completely out of place with the atmosphere, plopped down between Victoria and the Son of God.
With his legs crossed and arms folded, he looked like a dictator, domineering and savage.
His brows were still furrowed as he looked the Son of God up and down without looking away, but he was speaking to the other three.
"I told you to buy clothes, and this is what you bought?"
He had initially thought these three women would be more reliable, but it turned out that their thought processes were quite bizarre.
"Isn't it pretty?"
But clearly, none of the three women felt there was anything wrong with their choice.
Buster raised an eyebrow.
"He's a man."
“Hmm!” Victoria nodded, then asked, “Doesn’t it look good?”
Buster rolled his eyes, turned to the Son of God and said, "They're dressing you in women's clothes. If you don't like it, shake your head. Now go change."
He meant that it looks good, but we can't trick him into wearing women's clothes just because he can't see.
Even though their gang of military thieves was no good to begin with, they shouldn't bully people like this.
But clearly the Son of God himself didn't care about men's or women's clothing, so Buster waited for quite a while but never received a response.
Okay.
I don't care, so he has no reason to obstruct me.
Celine pushed the beautifully decorated cake on the plate in front of Reinhardt: "Try it, Madonna made it all."
“She’s amazing,” Victoria said proudly. “She can not only break a thigh bone with her bare hands, but she can also bake cupcakes!”
“That’s right.” The beautiful woman, who was 1.87 meters tall, nodded confidently. “If anyone dares to bully you, tell me, and I’ll beat them up for you!”
"Thank you," Reinhardt nodded in thanks.
He reached for the silver fork, wanting to taste the cake, but the cake took off from in front of him and flew straight into the Storm Leader's mouth.
After devouring a small cake in two bites, the leader immediately earned the glares of three ladies who saw him as a beast.
He didn't care at all, his face full of pride at having successfully acted shamelessly.
He's got so much free time on his hands!
Celine rolled her eyes and brought out another plate of cookies.
"Try this, this is what Victoria tried to do, and this version is pretty good."
But as always, the cookie flew into the Storm Leader's mouth before the Son of God could even touch it.
Madonna, unconvinced, angrily handed the third plate of cake to Reinhardt, determined to defend his right to eat it. Fortunately, Buster's nonexistent conscience showed a slight resurgence, and he refrained from acting the third time. He watched the Son of God with great interest, seemingly anticipating his next move.
The three women then realized that their leader wasn't having a change of heart, but simply wanted to know if gods ate like normal people.
In fact, the children of gods are no different from humans.
After several days of recuperation, the Son of God regained his complexion, and the color of his lips was much rosier than when he was weak. He parted his moist lips slightly and put a piece of cake with a small piece of taro purple cream into his mouth. From Buster's angle, one could just see a bit of his soft red tongue and the tip of his teeth.
The lace cuffs slipped down as he raised his hand, revealing a section of his fair wrist.
The silver-white fork slowly slid out from between his closed lips, and the Storm Leader seemed to see a trace of cream on the corner of his lips.
Buster reached out before his mind could process it, intending to pull out a tissue from the table. But Celine on his left was faster, and before Buster could even wonder why he had reached out, she had already pulled out the tissue and handed it to Reinhardt.
"Is it delicious?" The short-haired woman's eyes were full of anticipation.
Reinhardt nodded.
"I've been meaning to say this before: Reinhardt eats so slowly, if he were eating with those bastards downstairs, he definitely wouldn't get a single bite!"
Buster thought for a moment; he lived upstairs, so he wasn't a bastard.
But new questions arose as the Storm Leader crossed his arms and continued in that imposing sitting posture.
“What is Reinhardt?” he asked.
The three ladies exchanged glances, their gazes shifting from the leader to the Son of God, but none of them rushed to answer.
Reinhardt made no attempt to hide anything and answered frankly.
"That's my name."
The Storm Leader's expression clearly showed his displeasure: "Why do they all know, but I don't?"
The question was rather strange, and Reinhardt's head tilted slightly in confusion.
After a moment's thought, he gave a very serious answer: "You've never asked me that."
"You should say it first; giving your name is basic courtesy."
The dictatorial Storm Leader didn't even understand what he was unhappy about.
"Don't bully him!"
Before Reinhardt could react, Madonna spoke first.
This bold and generous woman was as righteous as she herself said, even though she was no match for the Storm Leader.
Victoria couldn't help but chatter on, wishing she could kick the leader's chair, which was starting to spout nonsense again, three meters away.
"Chief, did you come here specifically to pick a fight with him?"
That's not it.
Buster snorted coldly.
"He's on my ship now, he's one of my men. He's immobile and keeps running around, so of course I need to make sure he's safe. Just like you guys."
Are you like them? They wouldn't specifically go to see if Reinhardt had...
The three ladies who had once strolled to Reinhardt's door, trying to see if he had woken up, suddenly lost their confidence to refute him.
If the target were Mark, they certainly wouldn't have done that. But the target was the Son of God... and the leader's actions just now actually made perfect sense.
But that's not the reason they came specifically to bully people.
Victoria knew that the Storm Leader was indirectly showing concern for the Son of God, but the way he was doing it was too awkward.
So she poured the leader a cup of tea and handed it to him, implying, "Please, shut up and drink the tea."
Buster reluctantly turned his gaze to Reinhardt, who was slowly enjoying his cake from a porcelain plate.
The three ladies were also carefully observing this living deity.
It always feels unreal. Legendary sons of gods, their hands stained with blood, are supposed to possess some degree of malevolence, or perhaps be tainted by the sins of killing. But the beautiful creature before me is so clean, so unlike any other being in this world.
They are still somewhat naive, with only a superficial understanding of many things, or even complete ignorance of them.
This can still be somewhat explained by the fact that the other party was imprisoned for too long and completely disconnected from society.
But that pure aura is really hard to explain.
And he seemed to have no resentment or hatred at all, as calm as a stagnant pool.
Use whatever you are given, without being picky, greedy, or having any desires.
The only fear was that Buster had only recorded it, so the three ladies automatically ignored it and thought Reinhardt was a god without any emotions... uh, emotions.
“Reinhardt, we know this is presumptuous, but we still want to know…” Madonna spoke first, finally voicing her question, “Was it really you who caused that disaster more than twenty years ago?”
The gentle son of the gods happened to eat the last piece of peach.
He put down the silver fork in his hand, straightened his posture, and shook his head under the gaze of the four people.
"If I remember correctly, I am twenty-one years old. I wasn't even born when that disaster happened."
A note from the author:
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Storm Leader: (pacing back and forth)
Madonna: Chief, you're so big and you're swaying around, it's hurting my eyes.
Storm Leader: No, why am I the last one to know my name?!
Victoria: Are you trying to be number one in this too?!
Celine: With all that time we spent together, couldn't you at least ask me something first?
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