Chapter 27: Soothing the Marquis, Moving to a New Residence

Bai Huan spoke with respectful demeanor, “My father specially commissioned this item for the Marquis and asked his daughter-in-law to deliver it to you. It was crafted by the most renowned automaton artisan of the Xuan Sect. Made entirely with gilded gold, it holds an intricate gyroscopic mechanism inside, with two concentric rings and an incense burner. No matter how the sphere turns, the incense burner will never tip over.”

“My father made two in total. One, adorned with dragon patterns, is carried daily by His Majesty. This one, with honeysuckle motifs, was created specifically for you, Marquis. The honeysuckle symbolizes auspiciousness and longevity.”

Noticing Qiu Mu’s gaze cast in his direction, Li Jie unconsciously straightened his back, but before he could assume a lofty demeanor, he saw the other man turn away with indifference, apparently uninterested in engaging with him at all.

Eram’s injuries were not severe, merely causing unconsciousness, as Chu Yun had immediately determined. Even so, he was sent to what was said to be the best hospital in the city—a privilege many of the severely wounded from the explosion did not have.

Therefore, De Laurentiis was greatly disappointed. Throughout the match, Naples was suppressed by Trapani; Wenger’s pursuit of midfield dominance was perfectly realized in this game. The 3-0 scoreline hardly reflected the predicament Naples faced on the field.

Watching Jiang Xinying, whose laughter was exaggerated, Chu Qingcheng began to worry she might witness something inappropriate.

Meanwhile, the others had gone to the so-called Ye Jiuquan and Master Ye San, while the leader—who looked like a modern-day Judge Bao—walked slowly. Though he seemed strong, his footsteps were remarkably light.

A question flashed through Ares’ mind, but his attention was soon drawn to the red circle marking his hometown on the map.

He absorbed the magic drained from Ares through the Rotting Roar, then passed it through the Rotting Roar to himself, assimilating it as his own and healing in the process.

Moreover, Xiangyang, with his naturally keen hearing, caught the faint sound of a teardrop hitting the ground, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.

It was fortunate Han You was not obsessive-compulsive; otherwise, witnessing his opponent repeatedly miss the rook would likely drive him to beat himself senseless.

On a rainy day such as this, it wasn’t feasible for elderly men and women to go out shopping. With the rain lasting several days, even supermarkets and other shops had long since closed—the situation was simply too dire. Luckily, Xu Xiuxiu’s family had prepared plenty of food, so lending a hand to the elderly couple was no trouble at all.

Suddenly, a massive halo appeared behind the Molten Dragon, reminiscent of a demon hunter’s totem, yet distinctly different—a distant echo of a sci-fi film’s dimensional portal, scattering a dazzling spectrum of colored light.

The three of us understood at once and nodded, taking out our earpieces and putting them on.

“I once wanted to observe this world as a detached observer, both because of you and for myself. Like the pyramids, completed over two millennia ago during the reign of Qin Shi Huang and enduring another two thousand years of splendor, still standing, weathered by time. But because of you, I wish to change.” Wang Yong gazed at Gao Juanjuan.

Xiao Yun’s eyes shone as he advanced along the wall of the underground passage, delving deeper within. Gradually, darkness consumed his vision entirely. Even activating his innate power, he could barely discern how long the tunnel stretched or where it led.

Starting from the far side by the wall, the students stood one by one to announce their names.

There was also Blaise Zabini of Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, and the Greengrass sisters, Daphne and Astoria.

To put it another way, if they had entered a few years later, who knows how the traps and formations would have changed by then. After all, the arrays here adapt to the mind of the intruder. This time, with so many people, their smooth passage was pure luck.

Murong Chong asked if they had seen the Lady Mu. Both shook their heads. Murong Chong also found it strange—just moments ago, he had held Tianjiao’s hand outside, but after stepping into the inner chamber for only a moment, she had vanished without a trace.