“Big brother, you are the one who bought all rare treasures from the auction, and now you have all the cheats to escape danger. Also, you didn’t buy any weapons from auction. That means you have a powerful weapon that they auctioned.
As for those big sect disciples, they already have a burden of carrying their sect members, and I won’t get many treasures if I follow them. Most importantly, they will try to take advantage of my body, as I’m very beautiful. But I believe Big Brother is not such a kind of person.” Tata Lan explained everything with an honest face.
“Sh… She is not dumb!” Fatty muttered in a muffled tone while staring at Tata Lan’s chubby face. His entire mouth is completely filled with food, and his hands continued to push more into it.
Kent smiled at Lan’s explanation and gestured for her to eat the food. After the short pause, he asked, “Why do you think I won’t take advantage of your body?”
Tata Lan put down the wine glass and replied, “During auction, all male disciples were staring at auction lady Jia with lustful stares. I can even hear the swallowing of those disciples. But you were more composed of them all.”
Before Kent reacted to her reply, Fatty pulled Kent’s shoulder in a hurry. “Master, this girl is very wise. But it’s better to avoid the wise ones’, as they were the first ones to escape in face of danger.”
After hearing Fatty’s suggestion, the chubby lady immediately stood from her seat and held onto Fatty’s hair.
“Ahh…”
Fatty cried out in pain as Tata Lan pulled his hair with a grim face.
“Ahhh… leave me. I won’t beat girls. So, leave me.” Fatty continued to cry out, and tears shimmered in his eyes due to pain.
All the onlookers and servants began staring at this scene with wide open eyes. Kent, who is feeling headaches, hurriedly ordered Tata to leave Fatty.
Pulling her chair closer, Tata sat back in her chair, while Fatty almost fell back in his seat with disheveled hair.
“Master, kick this lady out. Don’t help this spoiled tomato.” Fatty began crying out with his finger pointed at Tata Lan. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Tata Lan again stood up with a clenched fist. “Who are you calling spoiled tomatoes? I will kick your butt if you make another remark about me.” Tata glared at Fatty with a fierce look.
“You two, stop your nonsense.” Kent stood up and slapped the table with an angry look.
Like little kids who shut up after seeing their father, two of them sat down and began staring at the floor with dull faces.
“You shouldn’t treat my friend like this. He is talking for safety. So, you shouldn’t intervene. Say sorry…” Kent said to Tata Lan in a serious tone.
After a short pause, Tata uttered ‘SORRY’ in a meek tone without lifting her head.
“Hehe… that’s more like it.” Fatty, who forgot all his pain, smirked with a proud face.
“Fatty, even though Tata is a wise girl, she is also honest with us. So, it is bad for you to speak like that. Apologize to her.” Kent said with a serious face.
“But master…,” Fatty tried to reason with his words. But after seeing Kent’s serious face, he turned his head and said ‘SORRY’ to Tata Lan.
“Now, finish your food without uttering a single word. Tata, I will tell my opinion after eating. So, don’t make any noise.” Kent said and sat back on his chair and picked the soup bowl.
For the next twenty minutes, deep silence filled the table as the three of them focused on finishing the meals. To take revenge on Tata Lan, Fatty began ordering all the expensive food without caring about taste.
Tata Lan felt like beating Fatty on every time he ordered a new dish. But she swallowed her anger and waited for Kent to finish food.
“Young master, do you need any more dishes?” The servant lady asked Fatty while leaning close to his face.
Fatty almost had a nosebleed as he witnessed the snow-white plump peaks in full display. Controlling his surprise, he turned towards Tata Lan and began ordering dishes for takeout.
“Young master, these are very expensive. Are you sure you want all of these for takeout?” The servant lady asked with a cheerful smile.
“Yes… yes… Add a few more of there any expensive dishes.” Fatty confirmed while staring at Tata Lan with a chuckle.
Kent stayed silent for the time being and ate his food calmly.
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The news about the God of Storm inheritance was kept secret, passed among the elite few with the utmost discretion.
Those who knew about the information understood the value and danger of the information, and for reasons of their own, they kept it tightly contained, ensuring it did not spread to the big sects or rival families.
Yet, in the shadows, one sect received this precious knowledge—the Demonic Tree Sect, rooted in the southern corner of the Blue Planet.
The lady, serpentine magus of the Wizard Association, once a revered member of the Demonic Tree Sect, felt a deep allegiance to her former family. She couldn’t let the opportunity of the God of Storm’s inheritance slip away from her old sect.
In a secluded chamber within the Wizard Association, she penned a coded letter and sent it through secret channels to the Demonic Tree Sect.
In the heart of the Demonic Tree Sect, Patriarch Asura stood on a high balcony, overlooking the dense, twisted forest that gave their sect its name. The serpentine Maga’s letter had arrived that morning, carried by a trusted messenger. Asura’s sharp eyes scanned the contents, his expression shifting from curiosity to fierce determination.
“Call the ten disciples who were visiting the inheritance ground,” he ordered, his voice carrying the weight of his authority.
“Patriarch, should we call the princess also?” The elder asked with a doubtful face.
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Another chapter is on the way…