Chapter 39: Don't pinch, it's hilarious! Buster is having a blast...
"This thing is called a stone bullet. Its size and weight are no different from ordinary pebbles, but it will cause a small explosion when it hits a target. Its lethality is average, but it is still enough to deal with ordinary humans or small alien minions."
Having laughed enough, the Storm Leader finally decided to continue teaching.
He grasped Reinhardt's wrist.
His hands, still long and slender, were encased in white gloves, and pebbles rolled in his palms. Buster pinched the tip of his glove upwards and slowly pulled it away, inch by inch.
This feeling is strange.
From neck to toe, Reinhardt was completely covered in his suit, with virtually no skin visible. The only thing exposed was Buster's hand as he removed his glove.
He had been in close contact with Reinhardt for more than just a short while, but it was only today that he noticed that Reinhardt's palm lines were very faint, and his distinct knuckles were long and thin with little flesh. Only by pressing on the flesh could one see some rosy blood, which proved that normal blood was still flowing in his body.
However, the fingers are quite fun to play with; the little bit of round flesh protruding from the fingertip feels very substantial when pinched.
Buster squeezed the ball of fingers in his hand a couple of times, and only when the ball of fingers curled up slightly in protest did he notice that Little Potato had turned his head toward him with a stern face.
Hey, finally there's some reaction.
The Storm Leader smiled without saying a word, only fidgeting with his fingers.
He wanted to see when this little devil would rebel, or rather, how far he could endure.
Buster kept glancing at Reinhardt out of the corner of his eye as he kneaded the potato. He discerned Reinhardt's emotional state from the slightest changes in the potato's expression or facial features.
Over the days they've spent together, Buster has gradually become able to discern the potato's emotional state from subtle changes in his expression.
Just like now, a tiny pixel moved down from his brow, and his lower lip tightened up by half a pixel, which means he is in a state of speechlessness.
Buster categorized Reinhardt's emotions into three levels, with level three being the lowest, in which Reinhardt generally wouldn't exhibit significant emotional fluctuations. Level two might involve some minor resistance, and level one...
Level 1 is a qualitative change, directly evolving into anger, happiness, or some other emotion. Reinhardt might have a concrete manifestation of this on his face, but unfortunately, Buster hasn't been able to activate that stage yet.
Like a little robot, you have to input the program bit by bit.
Fortunately, the signs were already emerging, and Reinhardt's emotional fluctuations had escalated to level two. As Buster rubbed his fingertips until they were numb, the blonde beauty with the low ponytail, unable to bear it any longer, turned her head and frowned at him.
That's hilarious, Buster is having a blast.
"What's wrong?" He pretended not to know anything, subtly guiding Reinhardt to express his emotions, and continued to be cheeky.
Reinhardt remained silent for a long time before finally speaking frankly.
"Don't pinch it."
"Why?" I said no, but the man squeezed even harder.
Reinhardt tried to pull his hand back, but his strength was pitifully weak, and his claws were forced into captivity. He had no choice but to obediently continue speaking, struggling with Buster with words.
"It will go numb."
Well, at least he finally expressed his feelings. Buster considered it an improvement and easily let go of his reddened fingertips, then continued to introduce the stone bullets.
“Celine put about three hundred bullets in the ring you gave you. You can take them all out at once, or a few at a time. It should be enough for some emergencies. But don’t think you can join the battle with just these bullets. You still need to contact us as soon as possible. Okay, we’ll practice throwing stone bullets later. At least you need to practice until you find your aim.”
Buster said, "Now I'll teach you how to use the communicator."
He picked up the communicator and placed it in Reinhardt's palm. Reinhardt was still blind, and he couldn't see the small buttons on the communicator, so the Storm Leader wrapped his hand around his hand and guided him to identify them one by one.
"This is the call button. Press it and a screen will pop up." Buster said, knowing that Reinhardt couldn't see it. "The first contact is me. Press it again to confirm and you can contact me directly. The second is Madonna, then Victoria, and the last is Celine. Just swipe down a few times to contact whoever you want. It's the same operation to make a call."
Reinhardt remembered the overall feel of the material, and after Buster explained it, he obediently nodded.
"I see."
Buster resisted the urge to pat his head and continued, "The button on the right is the hang-up button. I don't need to explain it; you should understand its function."
He then turned on the aircraft.
Most people simply need to stand on the aircraft and place their feet into the stabilizing rings. Celine, considering Reinhardt's inconvenience, modified the aircraft into a seat with a curved shape resembling a long-necked dragon.
"You can control it to fly freely, or you can input commands to make it track you automatically. I have already input two commands. If you don't know what to say, or if you are far from the ship, you can just say 'Endless'. The aircraft has an automatic tracking device, and you will be taken back to the ship by the aircraft, just like the other crew members."
"The second command is 'Storm,' and I also have a tracker on me. It will bring you to my side."
This was an extremely dangerous thing to do, potentially endangering his own safety. But Buster did it anyway, and from the moment he conceived the idea until he carried it out, and even until he personally informed Reinhardt of the order, the Storm Lord showed not a trace of regret.
He only regretted not giving it to him sooner; otherwise, this beautiful son of the gods wouldn't have ended up using himself as a pawn to decide the outcome of an entire game of chess.
Thinking of this, Buster remembered something else.
He immediately opened his spatial ring and took out several cloth bags, placing them on the table.
“These bags… take a closer look. They’re made of this material and filled with gold coins.” He naturally took Reinhardt’s hand and guided him to feel the money in the bag. “Take it from here if you need to buy something or spend money. I’ve given you ten bags, which contain about a thousand gold coins, but don’t flaunt your wealth outside.”
With such beauty and money, she's practically a walking fat sheep; who else would they target if not her?
"These two bags are filled with gold or gemstone jewelry, like ruby crowns and gold clocks. Any one of them is priceless. These are for you to use to make an impression. If you go to a place like an auction house, you can use this to offset the cost of goods or as a way to get in touch."
Reinhardt had no concept of money, so he had no idea how extravagant Buster's spending was. He simply nodded obediently to show that he understood, and then watched as the tall figure stuffed items into his ring one by one.
Just then, Buster's communicator rang.
The Storm Leader calmly took out his communicator and heard a voice on the other end: "Leader, we have reached the border of the Snow Kingdom."
"Understood." Buster pressed the communicator and instantly swept everything on the table into Reinhardt's ring.
He put the glasses back on Reinhardt, rubbed his head, and said enthusiastically, "Let's go find your eyes."
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Author's Note: Victoria: Holy crap, they're offering Reinhardt a thousand pounds right off the bat! They wouldn't even give me ten pounds! [eye roll]
Madonna: The wife's dowry is meant for the wife... Sweetie, here you go, I won't join in the fun.
Victoria: Madonna, I love you!!
Seeing the lively scene of the girls over there, Buster, who couldn't help but lean closer to Reinhardt, said: [Sunglasses] Call me brother, and I'll give you all the treasure!
Reinhardt remained silent and began taking things out of the ring.
Buster [question mark]: No, wait a minute?!
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It's snowing! Time to wear winter clothes, hehe!
I'd love to see shared wardrobes too! [shy]
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