Chapter 166 Chapter 166: The Best Fireworks Master in All of Yan
Chapter 166: The Best Fireworks Master in All of Yan
"No way, Boss Kevin, are you serious?"
"……"
During Kevin's silence, W's mouth gaped wider and wider.
"When did this happen? Who made the first move? What about you two in the future..."
She snapped her dropped jaw back into place and fired off questions like a machine gun, making it impossible to know which one to answer first.
"?"
"Boss, don't tell me you two haven't confessed to each other yet?"
The two tufts of red hair on W's head trembled slightly. Seeing Kevin's puzzled expression, she couldn't help but facepalm in exasperation.
Steamed black fish, how did I end up with such a clueless boss?
"Companionship is the longest..."
"Alright, boss, from now on, read fewer of Pozëmka's books. What girl doesn't like grand, romantic gestures?"
Another one turned silly by books.
W admitted that after over a decade of living together, given Pozëmka and Kevin's temperaments, they probably never even had a heated argument. This kind of bond couldn't simply be described with a phrase like "love is stronger than gold."
But precisely because there were so many warm and ordinary days, a surprise was most needed at such an important moment.
She felt it was absolutely necessary to give her boss a helping hand. If nothing else, just for that box of gold back then, she, W, was determined to help.
"I actually have some preparations."
Kevin slightly raised his head. His words immediately made W look at him with new respect.
Flowers can grow on ice? Seems he's been planning this for a long time.
"Not bad. What preparations?"
W nudged Kevin with her elbow, asking quite curiously.
"Fireworks."
"Oh ho, sounds pretty reliable. Not your idea, was it?"
W raised an eyebrow. Quite romantic? This didn't seem like an idea "Kevin" could come up with.
"...It was a friend's suggestion."
Pinned down by W's words, he readily admitted.
"So, is that friend also making them for you?"
"Yes, she said she's the best fireworks master in all of Yan."
In this regard, Kevin chose to trust Nian, this "professional."
"Fireworks master?"
Sure enough, she shouldn't have had any expectations about her boss's reliability in this area.
He's already so capable in fighting; why demand so much from him in other aspects?
"Alright then, I'll help you plan the surprise program for free when the time comes. You just cover my food and lodging. How about it? A great deal, right?"
W patted her chest. Considering Boss Kevin's past care for her, she would repay kindness with kindness and reluctantly help him out.
"Food and lodging are fine, but the plan..."
Kevin was about to refuse W's proposal to help with the planning. He thought simple was actually quite good.
But how could W give him a chance to refuse?
"Then it's settled. Don't worry, Boss Kevin, I guarantee it'll be done beautifully."
Kevin sighed. At this point, the words stuck in his throat couldn't be spoken anymore.
It's precisely because you're handling it that I'm not at ease.
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"Hello, sir. Interested in learning about our Reunion Movement?"
"Better stay away from an unlucky fellow like me. Don't let the dust from the explosion infect you too."
Persival had contacted many Infected citizens these past few days. Anger, pain, denial—these were the norm. The man before her was one of the rare few who remained rational.
"It's alright, sir. As the final symptom of Oripathy, it generally doesn't appear in patients infected for only a few days."
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The despondent man finally looked up and caught a glimpse of that beautiful pink hair. Her white attire stood out so brilliantly and beautifully against the surrounding ruins.
......
"How many is this today?"
Talulah asked without looking up.
"Three hundred and twenty-six. Probably around five hundred by today."
Persival estimated. The satellite districts of Londinium were beginning to gather again.
Under the control of various measures and methods, the outflow of the Infected had significantly decreased.
"That's enough. We should withdraw from Londinium within today as well."
Talulah closed her pen cap and looked up.
She wore a simple military uniform produced by the Reunion Movement themselves.
Her demeanor was restrained; only her eyes were exceptionally bright. She had completely emerged from the shadow cast by the Black Snake.
"Ah, so early? I thought we could recruit a few more people."
"No need to rush for quick success."
Talulah calmly picked up the thermos flask placed nearby and poured water into her cup.
"We're different from those people at Rhodes Island. The Infected have no homeland; we're just providing them with a place to stand."
The Reunion Movement had expended immense effort just to barely achieve a surplus while maintaining self-sufficiency.
"By the way, how are Patriot and Nine doing?"
"On the way. The military supplies in the Norbert District are very scattered; it took a lot of time."
Reed crossed his arms, wearing a hat with a scarf covering half his face. A long, slender object was slung across his back.
Judging by the hilt—it should be... a sword?
"That's good...?!"
Talulah nodded first but then seemed to notice something and couldn't help but look at Persival.
"I told you not to rush things. You didn't even notice we were being followed."
The two people in the tent were stunned when a man pushed aside the tent flap at that moment.
His movements were so natural; one might think he was returning home.
Clang!
Blazing flames illuminated the tent as the Red Sword left its sheath!
Outside was the Reunion Movement camp, not some loosely guarded place. For someone to break through layer after layer of defense and reach the Amiya's tent here...
Without even causing the slightest disturbance...
His strength was imaginable. Reed made his judgment instantly; the Red Sword unleashed its full power with a sharp aura.
The scorching long blade slashed towards the man who had "barged" in.
Did I succeed?
The thought had just surfaced in his mind but was extinguished the moment his opponent made a move.
A hand, ghost-like and elusive, deftly caught Reed's sword blade.
At that moment, the Red Sword, which he usually wielded as effortlessly as his own arm, felt as if it were held back by a mountain, unable to advance an inch.
"A decisive slash, but not powerful enough."
Kevin was contemplating whether to take out Judgement of Shamash to give him a proper lesson on forehand and backhand techniques when Talulah called a halt to the fight.
"Reed, he is not our enemy."
Even her Draco flames couldn't burn this guy before them; Reed's flames probably weren't even enough to give him a perm.
"Long time no see, Kevin."
Talulah greeted him.
So he's an acquaintance of the Amiya? Could've said so earlier.
Reed withdrew his Red Sword. Persival also looked curiously at this handsome man.
"You've changed a lot."
"Thanks to you."
A faint smile remained on Talulah's face; this wasn't just lip service.
"And me too."
FrostNova peeked her head out from behind Kevin, looking like a harmless little rabbit.
"You are definitely not worthless!"
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