Wolund looked at the mountain of envelopes and documents piled on the desk, exhausted, and rubbed the center of his brows.
Kalinda approached gracefully, placing a steaming, fragrant cup of black tea next to his hand. Principal Wolund, there is still a lot of work. You can't rest just yet. Her voice was gentle but carried an unquestionable firmness.
It's all the mess caused by those Twilight Apostles... Wolund sighed, his fingertips unconsciously tracing over the wax-sealed letters one by one.
Previously, Wolund had represented Oliphant, taking the initiative to ally with the Adventurers Guild, the True Magic Academy, and other factions to strike out. They had purged most of the Twilight Apostles' strongholds within the Yalan Empire, gaining great fame. He had even earned the exaggerated title of Mage of the Purifying Flame.
Now, news of the attack on Oliphant had spread, and all factions were paying close attention, as this was clearly the Twilight Apostles' revenge.
How are things on Enlaisi's side?
Speaking of this, Wolund's expression became somewhat complex.
He and Enlaisi were old friends, having been students in the same year. At the time, they were known in Oliphant as the Two Brightest Stars.
Wolund knew in his heart that Enlaisi's talent was on par with his own. If it weren't for Aina's guidance, he wouldn't have been able to surpass Enlaisi.
No unusual situations. Kalinda casually waved her hand, and a water mirror condensed in front of them, clearly reflecting Professor Enlaisi's room.
Several of the surrounding civilian houses had already been replaced by watchers, keeping Enlaisi's every move under constant surveillance.
The rest of the history professors at Oliphant were also secretly placed under strict control.
I really don't know when this whole affair will blow over, Wolund shook his head and sighed.
Wolund looked out the window. The night over Oliphant was shrouded in an uneasy tranquility.
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When others call me a star, it is nothing but false praise; but the stars in my eyes can only hold you...
Listening to Xia Lun's whispers in her ear, Aina's cheeks flushed slightly.
I... I am a Demon King, not something a star can compare to. Aina snorted softly, turning her face away shyly. The moonlight filtered in through the window, flowing over her silvery-white hair. If you want it, Xia Lun, I can really pluck a star from the sky and refine it into a magical device for you.
No need, Aina, there's no need to do something so troublesome. Xia Lun couldn't help but chuckle, his fingertips brushing through her cool hair. What use do I have for a star? Better to let it hang in the sky. Having you by my side is enough.
Smooth talker. Aina feigned anger and poked his chest. How come you're suddenly speaking such poetic words today?
Ahem, I read an old poetry collection during the day. It seems to have been written by a former student of the academy to his lover, Xia Lun explained. His work was left on the bookshelf in the manor, and I thought it was quite interesting.
So, Xia Lun, you're using words made up by another man to deceive women to fool me? Aina narrowed her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny. That's entirely too insincere.
Uh...
Xia Lun, I want you to compose a poem yourself. Aina suddenly straddled Xia Lun's lap, cupping his face with both hands and looking at her husband slyly.
But I'm an adventurer, not a bard... Faced with Aina's request, Xia Lun immediately felt somewhat troubled.
He had no outstanding literary talent. Aside from knowing a few words and not being illiterate, he really couldn't speak of having any literary attainments.
What, are you saying that I am so terrible that you can't think of a single word to praise me with? Aina leaned in close, her blood-red eyes flashing with a dangerous yet captivating halo in the dark, threateningly revealing her pointy little vampire canines.
Of course not... uh... let me think... Aina, you are a longsword. Xia Lun began to try his best.
Aina slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, her large eyes filled with deep confusion. What are you talking about, Xia Lun?
Xia Lun's fingers gently stroked the curve of her back and continued, Your body is icy cool, just like a cold blade; sleeping while holding you also makes me feel at peace, very secure...
What kind of poem is that... Aina couldn't help but burst into a giggle. That sounds too weird.
I told you, I don't know how to recite poetry. Xia Lun coughed lightly, looking a bit embarrassed.
Aina slowly shifted upward, hugging Xia Lun's head and letting him bury his face in her chest, chuckling softly. But I like it very much, Xia Lun, thank you.
You're welcome. Xia Lun took the opportunity to rub against her soft breasts. His nose filled with her unique cool fragrance, and he narrowed his eyes in great enjoyment.
However, you got one thing wrong... Aina leaned close to Xia Lun's ear, her breath like orchids.
What did I get wrong?
My body isn't cold. Aina took Xia Lun's earlobe in her mouth, her voice soft and sticky. If you don't believe me... you can try.
A gust of wind sounded as scarlet, fiery bat wings tightly wrapped around Xia Lun's body.
Riiip—
The wings cleverly caught their collars and gave a crisp pull. The clothes on the two of them were instantly torn apart, shredding into irregular scraps of cloth.
Tearing clothes with wings? When did Aina learn that? Xia Lun gave Aina a surprised look.
Aina smiled triumphantly, her bat wings wrapping around them like a brocade quilt. The candlelight flickered, the intertwined shadows on the wall gradually blurred, leaving only the starlight outside the window to peek at a room full of spring passion.
...
Xia Lun gently stroked the longsword in his hand.
With a flick of his finger, the longsword let out a melodious chime.
The slender blade, the perfect shape, born only for conquest, its meaning of existence was to draw blood.
As an adventurer, never knowing when an accident might occur, keeping one's sword close was fundamental.
In countless lonely and cold nights, the longsword had brought Xia Lun much comfort.
A qualified warrior could naturally become one with his longsword; the sword moved with his will, achieving mastery, blending together in perfect harmony...
Xia Lun was proficient in swordsmanship. Although he hadn't undergone systematic study and training, he was self-taught, gaining experience through fierce, life-and-death battles.
Straight thrusts, penetrations, continuous strikes, long sweeps... all kinds of sword techniques came easily to him.
The sword soul was greatly pleased.
Xia Lun let out a long breath, put down the longsword, placed it in front of him, and gently stroked the blade with a soft gaze.
What are you doing? Aina's voice sounded beside him.
Ahem, nothing, just finished practicing my sword. Xia Lun coughed lightly.
But why do I feel like your eyes look weird? Aina stared at Xia Lun suspiciously.
Xia Lun remained silent.
Practicing the sword was a very serious matter... He absolutely wasn't associating it with certain things from last night.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
