Chapter 151 Chapter 151: Master Kalpas Will Never Take Off His Mask
Chapter 151: Master Kalpas Will Never Take Off His Mask
"Hey hey hey, dodge it! Caught again, ouch! Those hits look painful just watching. What kind of fighting is that?"
Nian watched while feeling frustrated at the lack of skill, wishing she had a remote control to take over for the Bloodfiend Lord personally.
"Can you shut your mouth?"
Xi was annoyed by her noise, rolling her eyes and snapping softly.
"Xi, you're scolding me?!"
Nian's eyes held three parts sorrow, three parts indifference, and four parts disbelief.
"..."
Xi was rendered speechless by this sudden outburst, her cherry lips slightly parted, unsure what to say.
"Hahahaha, Fiammetta, did you see that expression just now? So hilarious, hahaha."
Nian didn't understand the concept of restraint, laughing freely and even pulling Pozëmka along. And as it turned out, laughter was contagious.
"Pfft! Ah, sorry, Xi."
Influenced by Nian, she couldn't hold back her laughter either and quickly apologized.
"Huff—it's fine."
Xi took a deep breath; her long-cultivated composure still had some effect.
"Huh? See, I told you. Xi isn't someone who can't take a joke."
"You go die! Falling Blade, Long Sun Descends; Raising Brush, Peaks Rise!"
Glancing at the two noisy individuals, Kevin didn't intervene, just silently turned off the monitor.
"Hey, Kevin, not watching anymore?"
Pozëmka, who was gently massaging him, found it strange. According to what Nian and Xi said, that place was Londinium, right?
Everyone from Rhodes Island should have arrived there too, right?
"Mm, there's no suspense left."
Kevin pondered for a moment. Although that "Kalpas" was merely a construct formed from Honkai energy with simulated data added, its strength was barely acceptable.
Especially since he just saw the Bloodfiend Lord slice off a corner of his mask...
"So that's how it is."
Having witnessed more exaggerated things on Kevin, Pozëmka's ability to accept such matters was quite strong.
"Well then, classmate Kevin, you sit here nicely. I'll go pick some vegetables."
Fiammetta adopted the demeanor she used as a teacher at school. Feeling it might not be enough, she finally hugged his neck and gave him a loud "mwah" on the cheek.
Only then did she go to pick vegetables with a satisfied smile on her face.
Kevin himself was quite accustomed to her behavior. He rubbed the cufflink in his palm, lost in thought.
Nian pushed the door open and returned, the ends of her hair still dotted with a few drops of ink. Seeing him, she immediately approached with great interest.
"Oh right, Kevin, there's something I still don't quite understand about the Soul Steel data you gave me last time. What does this three-dimensional nano-intelligent conduction technology mean?"
"...You shouldn't ask me."
Kevin knew many things; fifty thousand years of life experience was a precious treasure. However, researching Soul Steel-related technology wasn't particularly helpful for his plans.
He didn't even have a bachelor's degree.
"Huh? If not you, then who? Ask those old men from the Engineering Department?"
Nian slowly typed out a "?". The technology and principles came from you; why can't I ask?
"Sigh."
He began to regret momentarily softening and giving Nian the Soul Steel data. Given her personality of stubbornly continuing even after tens of thousands of failures, Kevin should have anticipated this day long ago.
Of course, for such matters, Kevin had his own set of effective solutions.
That was—to provide even more fundamental materials.
Thus, although Nian's question wasn't answered, the way she happily hugged that pile of books showed no sign of reluctance whatsoever.
"Oh, right! Those firecrackers... ahem, I mean fireworks you commissioned me to make before are almost ready. They'll be finished in two days."
As she walked away and was about to leave through the door, she seemed to suddenly remember something.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Kevin nodded, rarely uttering such polite words.
"Hey, what's this little thing? Don't worry, leave it all to me. The results will definitely satisfy you."
Nian patted her chest proudly, causing quite a stir.
Having eaten free meals at home for so long, if she didn't do some work, would they really think she was a useless dragon?
"By the way, what do you need these things for?"
Her gossip-loving soul burned fiercely. After spending so much time together, she didn't think Kevin was someone with such leisurely tastes.
"A secret. You'll know when the time comes."
Kevin rarely deceived others; his approach was more often direct refusal.
"Hahaha, impressive, impressive."
It was this kind of answer that made things interesting. Nian revealed an intrigued smile.
"Hisss— Xi's back. Enough talk for now. I'll bring you the fireworks once I finish them later."
As if sensing a familiar presence, Nian quickly grabbed a pile of books and fled with her tail between her legs.
Swish!
"Where did that girl run off to? Kevin, have you seen Nian?"
"..."
"You... how did you get so disheveled?"
"Oh, this young lady accidentally fell while going out earlier. It's nothing serious."
He raised his eyes and glanced at the somewhat disheveled Xi. Her fair, pretty face and slender calves bore scorch marks.
Kevin remembered clearly—these were marks from being blasted by Nian's double-kick firecrackers. Moreover, her demeanor of angrily brandishing her sword could hardly be described as "nothing serious."
"So... where's Nian?"
"She probably needs me to help cover for her."
"In other words, she came back, right?"
"..."
Xi understood instantly. In that moment, Kevin fell silent, unsure how to respond.
"Hehe, look at your expression. Do I seem like someone who holds grudges over trivial matters?"
She found it amusing and thus put away the large cyan-red sword in her hand. Her resentment towards Nian also dissipated.
"Forget it. I'll go clean up first."
She didn't press Kevin further. Although Xi had a prickly personality, her emotional intelligence was passable with a select few individuals—especially with this guy in front of her; it was completely maxed out.
"Mm."
Soon, the hall returned to silence.
Kevin pressed the cufflink. A voice message played from it—a very familiar voice. It was the Doctor's.
The message was brief; it wasn't even a real-time call—just a voicemail containing only one sentence:
"I've encountered a little problem. If you have time, could you come help me?"
Kevin knew the Doctor wasn't in immediate danger. Although Blank Key had been activated once before, the meaning in her words was clear.
The Doctor feared Kevin might misunderstand that she intended to force him to do something based on their relationship. Besides Kevin, she had other options.
And in fact, coincidentally, because he was preparing for a certain major event, Kevin couldn't get away temporarily. Being completely in the exploratory phase required more of his energy.
Who knew why Void Archives' database didn't have records of that kind of thing?
Oh well. Rely on myself.
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