I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 652, Section 2.4: Clash
The clear sky, with the sun high in the sky, casts down its rays, like holy light illuminating and protecting the earth. The clear lake surface ripples with light, and the melodious sound of an ocarina lingers peacefully and distantly on the lake, like a gentle breeze caressing a face, soft and tender with a touch of indulgence.

'puff'

The tranquility of the lake was shattered in that instant, like a broken mirror, each piece reflecting the image in one's heart.

Fish leap out of the lake, splashing water droplets. Their scales shimmer in the sunlight, and the crystal-clear water droplets refract a rainbow of colors.

Ripples spread across the lake's surface, extending outwards in concentric circles, creating a gentle, rippling effect.

The ancient and melodious sound of the ocarina stopped abruptly at that moment, as if a pause had been written on it. Time stood still, and the beautiful scenery was forever captured in that instant.

The shimmering lake surface rippled, but it could never regain its tranquility.

The fish leaping out of the water thrashed its tail, splashing water into the air like crystal. It seemed to be waiting for the moment it would fall back into the water, but it would never see that day again.

The soft, rhythmic footsteps drifted from afar, growing ever closer as the time drew nearer...

Suddenly, a hand reached out, pressed down on both sides of the picture frame, and took it down.

"Isn't this painting a little strange?" a clear voice asked, tinged with a hint of doubt.

"These are exhibits, don't touch them casually. Where are your gloves?" The stern man frowned as he looked at the young man in front of him and reprimanded him.

"I'm sorry, curator, I forgot by accident. I'll put them on right away!" The boy lowered his head in a panic, quickly hung the picture frame back up, and then took out white gloves from his pocket and put them on.

Beneath the blue baseball cap was a face as beautiful as an angel's. Because the man was looking down, he didn't see her expression; instead of panicking, it even carried a hint of mockery.

"These young people lately are all so clumsy and reckless, one after another like that, they just look so unreliable." The man snorted coldly, turned and left with his hands behind his back, not wanting to listen to the boy's words at all.

"I'm so sorry," the boy said慌乱地.

After the curator left, the boy slowly raised his head.

His angelic face was serene, with a pair of sky-blue eyes beneath thick, curled platinum eyelashes. He glanced at the painting hanging on the wall, reached out and took it down, then took out another painting and hung it up.

"Hopefully nothing unexpected happens..." The boy walked quickly through the empty gallery, observing his surroundings. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, he slipped into the men's restroom and casually hung up a 'Cleaning in Progress' sign.

I climbed out of the toilet window and stepped onto the grass. Looking up, I saw a group of police officers not far away.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression tinged with helplessness. "It really is true that what I said came true."

Two good-looking women stood in front of a group of police officers. The girl, dressed in a white military uniform with a short skirt, held a microphone and said sternly to the boy, "Don't move. Put down the stolen goods, put your hands behind your head and face the wall. You've been discovered. Surrender now."

The boy pulled down the brim of his baseball cap to hide his face, and remained silent in the face of dozens of black gun barrels.

His expression beneath the brim of his hat held a hint of mockery, showing absolutely no sign of panic.

“Miss Lista, let’s not waste our breath on him. I’d like to catch this big fish myself. I’d also like to invite you for afternoon tea.” The handsome man elegantly straightened his white gloves and said with a light laugh.

"Siyan, can you please stop being so irresponsible? This is working time." Lisda frowned and glared at Siyan, speaking coldly.

"Hmm? Miss Rista is getting more and more serious, isn't she? But I'm just so fascinated by you like this." Si Yan bent down slightly, his slender fingers gently lifting Rista's chin, speaking in an ambiguous tone.

With a 'smack,' Lista casually slapped Si Yan's hand away, raised her foot, and fiercely stomped Si Yan's toes with the heel of her high heel. Her delicate and beautiful face was filled with anger, and her eyes were dark and swollen. She said coldly, "I'm warning you, don't mess with me. I haven't slept for three days and I don't want to waste my energy on you."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Si Yan gasped and cried out. "Even the apostle of the Greedy Lord is nothing special," the boy murmured.

"Give me some face in front of others~~ Ouch~!" Si Yan's screams were almost distorted.

The boy snorted coldly, completely ignoring the policeman in front of him, and walked away.

The gunshots rang out continuously, but no bullets hit him.

The boy slightly raised his eyes, took off his gloves, put his fingers to his lips, and whistled a clear tune.

At the same time, a long howl came from the sky.

A strange-looking white bird flew down from the sky, gliding gracefully past Ristarte and the others.

The powerful hurricane forced them to close their eyes to block the sand from getting in. When they opened their eyes again, the boy had already taken off on the back of the strange bird.

"Goodbye, you fools of the Kingdom of Truth," the boy said mockingly, looking down at them.

"Don't even think about running!" Si Yan rushed out, stepping on the wall and throwing a grappling hook that caught the strange bird's claw, sending it flying into the air.

"Hey! The Banquet Master! Don't do anything rash!" Rista shouted.

The strange bird carried the two of them high in the sky. The host, wrapped in ropes, endured the cold and strong winds at high altitudes as he slowly climbed upwards.

Ignoring the powerful wind, the boy stood on the back of the strange bird, looking down with a furrowed brow.

"Kick him off," the boy ordered.

The strange bird let out a long cry and raised its other sharp claw to kick Si Yan. Si Yan dodged while taking advantage of the claw's approach to reach out and grab it.

"Idiot!" the boy cursed, frowning.

Then they saw the boy jump off the back of the strange bird, from which a pair of huge, pure white wings sprouted.

The baseball cap was blown away by the wind, revealing a head of beautiful platinum blonde hair. His azure eyes coldly stared at Si Yan, then he flew over and kicked him to the ground.

The banquet master fell from the sky, and as he fell, only one thought filled his mind: "Oh no, I'm going to die."

Even so, he still tried his best to keep his body upright in the air to ensure a vertical descent, while taking out another grappling hook and throwing it at a nearby tall building.

Lista watched the master chef's practiced movements and directed the others to put away the cushioning pads. "Put them away, he doesn't need them anymore."

The banquet master landed safely, breathed a long sigh of relief, and exclaimed dramatically, "That scared me to death! I almost thought I was going to die young."

"What a pity you didn't die. You were bound to lose in an aerial battle anyway, and you still insisted on following them. They have wings and can fly, do you?" Listar said with a cold snort.

The smile on the banquet master's face gradually disappeared. He looked coldly into the distance and said thoughtfully, "But I saw who it was. That person was Fitcher, a subordinate of the Sloth Lord of the Mysterious Kingdom. It seems that the Mysterious Kingdom doesn't seem to want to cooperate with us seriously. Lista, go and report. I'll handle the rest."

The Banquet Master is one of Shu Ming's apostles; she's a real scheming bitch.

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(End of this chapter)