Ninth class citizen

Chapter 302 Life is like a play
"Okay." Nan Rong was fairly satisfied with the price: "But you'll have to bear the cost of the materials yourself."

She sent Captain Raul a long list of materials, including hundreds of items, each in considerable quantities, including the previously out-of-stock fifth-order spotted blue iris blood and sixth-order cold star lichen.

Captain Raul was well aware that this was a necessary protective measure taken by Master Nan to prevent the formula from being leaked, so he did not raise any objections.

Having reached a deal, the group moved into one of the Austin family's estates on Norr before the treatment was completed.

"The patriarch previously instructed me to do everything possible to provide you with the best service," Captain Raul said.
"If we can persuade you to change your mind and stay to accept the family's offer, the patriarch will certainly be willing to pay a very high price. Right now, you're just staying here for a while, so there's no need to report such a small matter to him."

"Aren't you worried about word getting out?" Nan Rong asked softly, looking at Wei Lan who was standing quietly to the side.

“The manager of this estate is a descendant of one of our brothers who ‘disappeared’ back then,” Raul said. “He is as loyal to the late Madam as I am, so please feel free to stay here. All the medicines and equipment will be delivered within ten days.”

The Austin family's estate is nestled in the mid-latitude mountains, covering an area of ​​at least hundreds of square kilometers.

The core area is the main building complex, which adopts a classical style stone dome structure and the exterior walls are covered with embossed tortoiseshell material, which gleams with an amber luster in the sunlight.

To the west of the manor lies an artificial lake spanning hundreds of thousands of hectares, fed by meltwater from underground glaciers. Its surface is crystal clear, reflecting the surrounding sea of ​​flowers that bloom year-round.

After enjoying a dinner featuring the specialties of Norstar, Nan Rong strolled to the lakeside and looked up at the sky.

The stars shone brightly under the cold moonlight, and the star-loving grass under my feet emitted tiny fluorescent lights as it unfurled, as if I had stepped on a pile of stardust.

The sudden sound of running water broke the silence.

Nan Rong was not surprised by this. Her spiritual power was too vast, enveloping the entire manor, naturally including all the creatures currently in the lake.

Vilan was half-submerged in waist-deep water, her soaked snow-white silk robe clinging to the concave curve of her spine.

His forehead pressed against the floating rocks on the shore, his silver hair scattered messily on the water's surface, creating ripples as he struggled.

"Who's there?" He turned his head in a panic. The gauze covering his eyes was soaked through by the lake water and became translucent, revealing his tightly closed eyelids underneath.

Nan Rong smiled and turned around: "I'm sorry to disturb Young Master Wei Lan's elegant evening bath."

A lake breeze carrying the cool scent of irises swept by, the man's damp hair clinging to his neck, his body trembling slightly. He tilted his head back slightly towards Nan Rong, revealing his long, slender, pale neck.
"Master Nan?"

The voice was as clear as a spring breeze or snowflakes striking jade: "You misunderstand. I wasn't taking a bath at night; I accidentally slipped into the lake."

As Vilan spoke, he stretched out his arm in the direction from which the voice came, the bloodstains on his wrist from the chains still looking as fresh as ever.

Nan Rong sighed and placed her hand on that seemingly helpless hand.

The jade-like fingertips left a cool touch on the palm, while the other person's breathing became rapid and disordered.

Nan Rong raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze lingering unconsciously on his waistline that undulated with the water's ripples.

Her waistline was perfectly long and slender, a masterpiece of nature, curving like a crescent moon as she turned, or like a silver string stretched to its limit, exuding a fragile beauty on the verge of breaking. Vilan seemed to sense something, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she let half of the silk gauze slip down, revealing a small vermilion mole at the corner of her eye.

Like blood splattered in the snow, or like the mark of depravity personally left by the gods.

The starlight suddenly intensified at that moment.

All the star-studded irises on the lake shore bloomed simultaneously, their shimmering petals, like a galaxy, entwined around Vilan's dripping silver hair. Water droplets rolled down from the pearl on the side of her neck, pausing briefly at the hollow of her collarbone, refracting the starlight into tiny golden glints that fell onto her chin, making her look like a deity suffering in the mortal world.

A look of amazement flashed across Nan Rong's eyes.

Vilan seemed oblivious to this. The moment he stepped ashore, he politely released his hand and bowed deeply to Nan Rong, saying, "Thank you for your help, Master Nan."

"No need," Nan Rong said gently. "There are plenty of people in the manor, so you can ask someone to accompany you when you go out. At the very least, you can bring a smart bracelet—Captain Raul wouldn't forget to prepare such a small thing for you, would he?"

A blush, almost shy, appeared on Vilan's face.

“I don’t want to trouble Uncle Raul and the others,” he said in a low voice. “Over the years, I’ve almost forgotten what freedom tastes like, and I haven’t felt this fresh lake breeze and the fragrance of flowers and grass for a long time.”

“I understand. Young Master Vilan, please continue to enjoy your rare time alone. I won’t get in your way.” Nan Rong turned around and disappeared into the distance at an extremely fast speed, leaving Vilan standing there for a long time before finally revealing a bitter smile.

The way she reacts to her situation seems quite different from other teenage girls.

Clearly, she had felt pity for the weak more than once.

Or perhaps her experiences in the Blackthorns did indeed cause a certain change in her?

But those changes were insignificant, and even something the initiators of the trial were happy to see.

She did not degenerate into a cold-blooded and cruel killing machine; she maintained absolute rationality, offering help to her companions and choosing to ignore or punish those who intended to harm her by demanding money.

But he himself is not the kind of person who would do something for someone else for nothing.

When Vilan recalled the look of amazement that had flashed in Nan Rong's eyes earlier, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Perhaps she wasn't unmoved, but simply needed more time.

While lying in bed, the jelly dumpling popped into Nan Rong's field of vision, trembling slightly.

“Master, that Vilan is a bit strange,” it said. “Although he looks weak and does indeed suffer from an A-type energy metabolism gene disease, he has a strange power within him that shields me from further investigation.”

"Oh?" Nan Rong became interested: "As a domain spirit of this realm, is there someone Tuanzi can't see through?"

“This is the strangest thing,” Jelly Dumpling said. “This shouldn’t have happened. But that power that shields us from detection seems to originate from the same source as me, only stronger, and it also faintly exudes an aura of decay and decay. In short, Master, you must be very careful.”

"Be careful?" Nan Rong repeated the word. "Steward Wu also warned me. Could it be that he was actually referring to this Vilan?"