N-A-A Chapter 130 The Last Meal
Chapter 130 The Last Meal
Chapter 130 The Last Meal
When Altair finally came to his senses and looked at Vivian beside him, he noticed that she was blushing, as if she were reminiscing about the past.
"What are you thinking about?" Altair asked with a knowing smile.
"No, it's nothing," Vivian replied softly, her words evasive.
After saying this, she lowered her head and stopped looking directly at Altair.
However, perhaps because Altair has just been promoted to "Witch of Pain", she exudes a seductive aura at all times.
So she frequently glanced at Altair out of the corner of her eye.
Sensing her gaze, Altair used his "mind-reading" ability to discern her thoughts, but he didn't pay it any mind. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Have you finished digesting your 'Witch of Pain' traits?"
Vivian shook her head, staring intently at Altair, and said softly, as if blaming herself, "No, I can even sense that the properties of that mass haven't changed at all; it's still the same as always."
"I----"
Vivian was about to continue explaining when Altair said in a sweet, watery voice, "You don't need to explain, I understand."
"I've always understood your feelings; why do you need to tell me?"
Perhaps it was these words that made Vivian feel a sense of warmth and trust, so she softly replied, "I understand."
Upon hearing this, Vivian pursed her lips slightly, tightened her chin a little, and blushed slightly, revealing an unspoken tenderness.
Seeing this, Altair persisted, continuing to ask the same question, "What are you thinking about?"
Vivian opened her eyes wide, her face flushed, and asked in return, "You should know that."
Looking at the person before him, Altair tempted, "Do you really want to?"
Vivian gave a nasal "hmm" and then looked up at Altair.
Outside the laboratory, at the entrance, personal maids Eileen and Vera stood calmly waiting for the ceremony to end, holding their pajamas.
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But then, as if sensing something, Eileen suddenly instructed Vera, "Sister, go and tell Evelyn and the others to prepare bathing supplies and special food—fresh food."
"Understood." Vera nodded in confusion, glancing towards the laboratory door. Finding nothing amiss, she handed over the clothes and left.
After receiving the clothes, Eileen waited anxiously.
After a long while, once they separated, Vivian took two deep breaths before excitedly saying, "I really didn't expect it could be like this."
Altair stood to the side and chuckled, "Having fun?"
Upon hearing this, Vivian did not object, but naturally responded with an "Mmm," replying, "Fun."
When Altair and Vivian walked out of the laboratory together, the first thing they saw was Eileen standing alone at the door, waiting.
Altair walked over, took the clothes, and put them on by himself.
Looking at the personal maid in front of him, Altair chuckled casually—
"Eileen, it seems you haven't been studying well lately."
Upon hearing this, Eileen lowered her head in shame, unable to look Altair in the eye.
Vivian looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, then, after realizing what they meant, chuckled lightly at Eileen, "What's there to be ashamed of?"
"Isn't this great?"
As she spoke, Vivian quickly took Eileen's soft, boneless hand and coaxed, "Eileen, although you're just an assassin now and haven't had a chance to advance, I think you should know what Sequence Six of this path is called. You'll have to face these things sooner or later—"
Eileen kept her head down, too ashamed to look up, and said, "Yes, I understand."
On the morning of November 14, 1347, at breakfast, Altair sat in the dining room, slowly and methodically cutting bacon with a knife, while her personal maid Vera stood beside her, reading the contents of today's Backlund Morning Post.
"On the evening of November 13, 1347, a horrific robbery occurred at the O'Neill Inn in the eastern district of Backlund."
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"A circus troupe from the Kingdom of Intis was robbed and murdered inside this guesthouse—"
"According to our reporter's undercover investigation, this circus has just finished accepting a performance invitation from the Earl of Sheffield —"
"According to sources, the Earl of Sheffield rewarded them with 200 gold pounds after the performance—and these gold pounds were the main reason for their brutal murder."
"After receiving this substantial reward, instead of concealing their involvement or avoiding suspicion, they boldly went to the Tasok newspaper to buy advertising space and spread the word."
"Was the cause of all this mistakes the Earl of Sheffield's kindness, or the circus people's folly? —"
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"Perhaps none of the people in the circus could have imagined that their sumptuous dinner that afternoon would be the last meal of their lives."
Before Vera could finish reading, Altair put down his knife, wiped his lips with a napkin, snapped his fingers, and gestured for her to hand him the newspaper.
After Altair took the newspaper, she began to read it alone. The more she read, the more amazed she became. When she was halfway through, she couldn't help herself and threw it away.
She ate breakfast in a huff.
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Vera, the personal maid, stood silently by, not daring to offer any words of comfort or clean up the trash.
For a moment, the only sound in the restaurant was the slicing of cutters.
After Vivian came down from the second floor, she saw the newspaper at the restaurant entrance, picked it up, went into the restaurant, handed it back to Vera, and casually said, "Remember not to litter."
Vera took the newspaper and simply nodded, gesturing for her to look at Altair.
When Vivian saw Altair's angry expression, she asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why are you so angry so early in the morning?"
Altair did not reply, but simply gestured to Vera to hand the newspaper back to Vivian.
After taking the newspaper from Vera, Vivian began to examine it. After reading through the contents, she chuckled and said, "This reporter is quite interesting."
—A good deed turned into a disaster; the poor were robbed and seriously injured.—
"This not only satirizes class differences but also indirectly criticizes the performer's foolishness and suggests that you shouldn't have given so much money."
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"This is a real talent. Even Trierne, the capital of Intis, doesn't have anyone as interesting as him."
"Hmm~, I feel he has a talent for being a provocateur."
"At the same time, I'm also very curious about what gives him the confidence to secretly satirize the official forces of Rune."
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