Chapter 78: Is Chatting Fun?

Olivia stood next to the sausage stand, holding a sausage in both hands.

The sausage had just been taken off the wire grill, wrapped in oil paper at the bottom half, steam rising from the cracks in the casing.

She took a bite, opened her mouth from the heat, exhaled a puff of white steam, then chewed and swallowed.

From the looks of passersby, you could roughly tell what they were thinking:

How can such a delicate-looking girl eat so ferociously?

Zijiang stood next to her, also holding one.

She ate slower than Olivia, taking a small bite, chewing for a while, then another small bite.

Olivia stuffed the last bite of sausage into her mouth.

Her cheeks bulged as she chewed about ten times.

‘Now I know Wei is here, but why is Weilaigeniciwa here?’

‘Wasn’t she staying at the Red Sun Group stronghold in Rantesti City?’

‘Does Prunier know she ran out? Or did Prunier send her?’

‘Forget it, not my problem.’

‘Time to eat~’

Evening.

Hotel room.

The curtains were drawn, streetlight seeped in, casting a small patch of pale blue light on the ceiling.

Olivia sat on the edge of the bed.

She had taken off her cat-ear hat and placed it next to the pillow.

Her silver-white hair was loose, falling over her shoulders.

She had just bathed, and her hair still carried moisture.

She wore a white nightgown, the lace at the collar crumpled from her fidgeting.

Her bare feet pressed into the carpet, toes curled.

The door opened.

“Little Olivia. Can you go live tomorrow?”

“No.”

Olivia answered quickly.

“Eh.”

“No.”

‘The shadow Prunier cast is too heavy.’

‘Pushed into a livestream, overwhelmed by dozens of comments—no. Absolutely not.’

“Please.”

Zijiang pressed her palms together and raised them to her nose.

“I’ll treat you to something delicious.”

“What delicious thing?”

“You can eat whatever you want. Sausage, knight platter, match-viewing set, desserts—anything.”

Silver pupils looked at Zijiang.

Zijiang looked back at her.

“Okay.”

Zijiang lowered her hands from her nose.

The corners of her mouth lifted.

Under the temptation of good food, the little silver dragon’s IQ plummeted to zero.

She was easy to coax.

“Okay.”

The corners of Zijiang’s mouth lifted.

“Then it’s settled. Live stream tomorrow at noon. You’ll be on camera. I’ll buy you good food.”

“Mm.”

Under the temptation of good food, the little silver dragon’s IQ plummeted to zero.

She was easy to coax.

Late night.

Olivia lay on the bed in her room.

The blanket was pulled up to her chin.

Her silver-white hair spread across the pillow.

The curtains were drawn, the pale blue light from the streetlamp seeped in, drawing a blurred stripe of light on the ceiling.

Her eyes were open.

In the end, she had kept her own room.

During the day, she had pleaded earnestly with Zijiang for a long time, saying she was used to sleeping alone, that after becoming Olivia her sleeping posture was bad and she kicked the blanket, that a dragon’s body temperature was lower than a human’s and would freeze her.

After hearing that, Zijiang was silent for a while, then said “Okay.”

So her room was saved.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, Olivia suddenly felt something strange below:

Her bladder was a bit full.

She crawled out from under the blanket.

Her bare feet stepped onto the carpet.

Her silver-white hair hung down her back, the ends reaching below her waist.

She walked to the door and pulled it open.

The hallway was very quiet, with pale blue magic lamps glowing.

She walked toward the public restroom.

As she passed the window at the end of the hallway, she stopped.

The window was open a crack.

The night wind squeezed through the crack, cool.

Outside were two voices.

One male, one female.

She leaned closer to the window.

Her silver-white hair slid forward over her shoulder;

She reached out and gathered it.

“Tomorrow afternoon. Masiweiluo versus Viloseline. We strike during halftime.”

Male voice.

Unfamiliar.

Tone flat, as if reading a document.

“East side of the arena, corridor three. Masiweiluo will pass through there when she exits. No cameras in the corridor.”

Female voice.

Also unfamiliar.

But colder than the male voice.

“After the job, exit from the east exit. Someone will be waiting outside.”

“Why kill Masiweiluo?”

“It’s not that we want to kill her. The Merchants’ Association wants her dead. She refused all sponsorship contracts, yet her points are still first. If she doesn’t sign, other knights will follow her example. If they all follow her, what will the Merchants’ Association eat?”

Silence for a moment.

The wind blew the window crack a little wider.

Olivia held her breath.

“The Night Guard does this kind of work.”

“I know, Luowei. Don’t expose our position.”

“Tomorrow afternoon. Halftime. Corridor three. Don’t screw up.”

Footsteps.

Approaching the window.

Olivia poked her head out the window.

Two people stood at the base of the wall outside the window.

One cat tribe, one dog tribe.

The cat was female, short white hair, dark gray tactical gear.

Ling.

The dog was male, short dark gray hair, dark brown pupils, dark formal wear.

Luowei.

Both raised their heads simultaneously, two pairs of pupils fixed on Olivia’s face.

Her silver-white hair hung out from the window, swaying gently in the night breeze.

“You two. Having fun chatting?”

Silver pupils looked at them.

“Don’t you sleep?”

Ling’s cat ears flattened.

Luowei turned to look at her, his dark brown pupils constricted.

“Didn’t you say this room was unoccupied?”

Luowei’s voice was very low.

“When I checked this morning, it did say checked out.”

“This is a public restroom! Checked out my foot—you two, what are you doing here!”

Ling’s cat ears rotated half a turn on her head.

Luowei pulled his hand out of his pocket.

“Clean it up neatly.”