Chapter 174 Chapter 174: Ugh, the stench of that old woman is wafting over!
Chapter 174: Ugh, the stench of that old woman is wafting over!
It was a beautiful wedding dress.
Layers upon layers of pure white, ethereal gauze, with several noble train extensions resembling wolf tails.
Theperfectly proportioned gold ornaments were not cumbersome but instead gave a feeling of lightness and etherealness.
As it swayed, the tinkling sounds were crisp and clear.
A pink rose carved from gemstones bloomed at the chest area, its lifelike posture as if freshly picked.
Every inch of tailoring on the garment was to better fit Pozëmka's body. With her supreme craftsmanship, Eden told every industry professional who saw this wedding dress:
Comfort and beauty are by no means mutually exclusive; they should complement each other, jointly forging a perfect work of art.
"How is it? My friend, are you satisfied with this gift?"
Eden inquired with a smile.
She had indeed put a lot of thought into the design of this dress.
Down to the selection and cutting of every piece of fabric, the flaw-picking and cutting of every gemstone, she had personally handled it all.
"So beautiful..."
Heartfelt praise is the highest recognition for a tailor's skill.
Not only Pozëmka, but even W, who was usually allergic to romance, couldn't help but click her tongue in admiration.
"With Sister Eden's skills, I feel like she could make a lot of money just by making clothes."
She leaned forward, eyes shining, looking like she wanted to touch it but didn't dare.
"No, W. I've already passed the period of accumulating wealth through clothing craftsmanship. If you like it, I can make one for you too."
Eden shook her head; limited wealth could hardly move her anymore.
What truly motivated her to take action personally was only commendable friendship.
Fortunately, W was also among those.
"Great!"
She was about to cheer but suddenly remembered this was Pozëmka's room.
She quickly stifled her voice, pretending to be serious as she raised her hand and coughed dryly a few times:
"Ahem, Sister Fiammetta is the main character today. You guys go ahead first; my matter isn't urgent."
"Hahaha."
A wave of good-natured laughter immediately filled the room.
"Go try it on, my friend. Although the moment worthy of blessings has not yet arrived, at least let me know if it fits."
Pozëmka readily agreed to Eden's suggestion. With a light laugh, she took that stunning wedding dress back to her room.
......
Creak—
The door was pushed open. Instantly, the entire room seemed to brighten a bit with the arrival of the goddess.
"How is it?"
She asked anxiously, her red lips parting slightly.
"When that day comes, everyone, even he, will be amazed by you, my friend."
Eden seemed to snap out of an extremely slight daze. While answering with a smile, her words carried an unusually firm tone.
Because even she, the creator, hadn't expected it.
After Pozëmka put on the wedding dress, she would be so breathtakingly beautiful.
As for W?
W was contemplating: if she tried to snatch the bride from Boss Kevin's hands, what were the chances she could keep her body intact?
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Another two days passed,
Yan, Grand Tutor's residence.
"I never thought these old bones of mine could also receive an invitation."
The Grand Tutor smiled, the wrinkles on his face relaxing slightly.
He naturally knew about Kevin's upcoming marriage in Yan. Regarding intelligence about him, the Grand Tutor had always paid sufficient attention.
After all, in that small courtyard in Gouwu alone lived one-sixth of "Sui."
Not to mention Kevin himself, who had already been placed under Yan's highest alert level...
But knowing without saying is one attitude; being actively invited by others is another attitude entirely.
"It seems this trip is unavoidable."
The Grand Tutor sat leisurely in his armchair, lightly tapping his fingertips on the armrest.
Once a person has weaknesses and concerns, their actions will no longer be so unrestrained.
A person without attachments, whose strength at least rivals "Sui," has unparalleled deterrence.
He didn't want to make any seemingly reactive moves against Kevin.
Throughout Yan's capital officialdom, some were diligent, some were slick, some were stubbornly principled—personalities varied—but there were uniquely no fools.
Especially at this tense moment.
The Catastrophe cloud hanging over Londinium had dispersed.
But the shadow looming in the hearts of rulers across nations had just arrived.
Even in Yan, this year's funding allocated to the Research Institute and the Celestial Masters' Office was already three times more than previous years...
He closed his eyes and quietly waited for the time marked on the invitation to arrive.
Rather than worrying about those near-zero probability non-events, the Grand Tutor was instead more curious: what exactly were the methods prepared by the other party?
How could they get him from the capital to Gouwu thousands of miles away?
Hum!
The old man opened his eyes; his gray-white eyebrows twitched as he saw that invitation simply rise from the tabletop.
The invitation's surface bathed in an orange-yellow cold light, then shot like an arrow towards a certain node.
Crack—
A fissure spread and collapsed, eventually forming a stable Imaginary pathway.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures clad in red robes instantly shielded the Grand Tutor behind them. Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, talismans—all sorts of weapons were brought forth.
"Unnecessary."
The Grand Tutor raised his hand to signal. The red-robed people hesitated for a moment, but their trust in the Grand Tutor ultimately outweighed their own judgment. After saluting, they faded from sight.
His slightly turbid gaze fixed on the pathway before him.
Defensive transfer, long-distance transport, living force projection... Many uses flashed through his mind. Any one of these technologies would be enough to bring earth-shaking changes to present-day Yan.
But now...
"It's just an invitation."
The Grand Tutor stroked his beard, picked up a small box of tea leaves prepared on the table, and strode into that Imaginary channel with a hearty laugh.
The same scene occurred all over the world.
Lungmen, End of the Land Bar.
Rhodes Island landship, Elite Operator lounge.
Victoria, Reunion Movement temporary camp in Londinium.
Doctor's office...
Casually grabbing a document that was about to fly away,
the Doctor rubbed her somewhat sleepy eyes. Looking at the Imaginary pathway before her, she didn't seem surprised at all.
"Ha~ For this feast, I didn't even eat breakfast."
She yawned, then pressed a call button on her desk.
"Hello? Doctor?"
"Amiya, come to my office for a bit. Put down your work; we're going on a business trip."
"A business trip? Is it urgent work?"
Amiya's tone carried a hint of surprise.
"Mhm mhm mhm, very urgent."
The Doctor didn't think there was anything more important than this on Rhodes Island right now.
Hanging up the call, she sat back in her office chair until Amiya pushed open the door after running up in small steps.
"Doctor, I'm here... Huh?"
Amiya was breathing rapidly, but she still noticed the stable pathway right in the center of the office at first glance.
"Let's go,
to eat at the banquet."
The Doctor stood up.
"Ah okay, Doctor... Huh? Aren't we on a business trip?"
"Mhm. Rhodes Island's highest-level diplomatic affair."
Amiya couldn't connect something of this level with eating at a banquet at all.
"Should we bring Doctor Kal'tsit?"
"Tsk, don't mention it. Seeing that old woman's little cat-bitch face ruins my appetite."
......
Bang!
Later, when Kal'tsit saw this recording segment, her face turned pitch-black. The controller in her hand creaked under her grip.
"Good. Very good."
As if whispered by a demon.
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