A Man in Another World: The Yellow-Haired Warrior Who Infiltrated Pure Love

"Normally... normally people should be a little more reserved..."

Michael buried his head in Yuan Hua's clothes...

"Master, did I say something wrong...? If I did anything wrong, or if I said anything inappropriate, you can punish me directly..."

Michael slowly raised his head, looking utterly pitiful...

"This servant...this servant truly does not wish to lose her master..."

"Alright, stop joking. I'm giving you a day off today. No need for you to call me 'sis,' just do as usual."

Yuan Hua waved his hand, and his tattoo flashed.

Michael glanced down and immediately understood that this was Yuan Hua's instruction, and his face lit up with joy...

"Hehe~ Yuan Hua, how did I do?"

"You did a pretty good job. I'd give you 90 out of 100. I'm leaving 100 so you won't get arrogant."

Yuan Hua affectionately patted Michael's head...

"Eek—"

Michael hugged Yuan Hua affectionately, feeling the warmth emanating from Yuan Hua's body...

"It feels so good...like a giant furnace..."

"Do you want some tangerines?"

Yuan Hua held the peeled tangerine to Michael's lips.

"Ouch..."

Michael swished the mandarin orange into his mouth in one gulp, and then wrapped his lips around Yuan Hua's fingertips.

"Um...can I learn second-tier magic?"

Michael hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"You can't even figure out how to clear the first tier, and you're already thinking about the second tier?"

Yuan Hua frowned slightly.

"First, lay a solid foundation, and then think about what comes next."

"With the help of the succubus tattoo, your cultivation level will rise quickly. Don't rush it, okay?"

After Yuan Hua finished speaking, he slapped Michael's (·person·) face again.

"Waaaaah—Master is bullying me..."

Michael groaned without tears, pretending to cry...

"Crying won't help, go practice now."

Yuan Hua glanced out the window.

"Don't practice outdoors, practice in the living room with a washbasin."

"why?"

Michael couldn't understand...

"Do you remember the mercenary we met in the tavern that day?"

Yuan Hua stared intently out the window, and Michael followed his gaze, seeing several mysterious hooded figures passing by the house...

"Their trading partners are a bunch of lunatics, and they are powerful and numerous."

"In such a remote place, if you use magic carelessly, you'll easily be targeted by them. Inside the house, at least my mental energy can shield you from elemental fluctuations."

As the group of mysterious people left, Yuan Hua turned his head back.

"So Yuan Hua, what exactly did you steal that day?"

Michael leaned against Yuan Hua's chest and whispered his question...

"A demigod's personal item is of little use."

Yuan Hua frowned.

"But that item contains genuine divine power. Although I don't know what purpose the royalists have in collecting divine artifacts, in short, they should cause trouble. After all, that's my job in the Doronro Empire."

"Wow, there are such fun jobs! I want one too..."

Before Michael could finish speaking, Yuan Hua interrupted her.

"It's not fun at all. Many of the enemies I face are stronger than me. It's a very dangerous job, and you could lose your life if you're not careful."

Yuan Hua glanced at her indifferently...

"Do you think being a prince is so easy?"

"Uh... well... then maybe it's not necessary..."

Michael lightly fanned his own mouth.

"Why do I have such a sharp tongue..."

"It doesn't matter, I'll come knocking on their doors one by one sooner or later."

Yuan Hua stared blankly as he fiddled with Michael's garden gate...

"How to say?"

Michael squirmed restlessly, but the conversation had to continue.

"How old am I? How old is he?"

Yuan Hua gave a cold laugh.

"I've only just come of age. At my age, they're probably still playing in the mud. What do they have to compare with me?"

"Just because we can't beat them now doesn't mean we can't beat them next year. If we can't beat them next year, I'll settle the score with their kids. If I can't beat them, I can still beat their kids, right?"

"You're so naughty~ I love it~"

Michael almost burst out laughing.

She could tell that Yuan Hua was joking, but at the same time she realized how terrifying Yuan Hua's talent was, and how powerful the Abyss was.

They can achieve in no time what others take decades to accomplish.

"Don't worry, you'll catch up with the group soon."

Yuan Hua gently kissed her...

"Woo..."

……

"Something just feels off..."

Terra sat on the steps, quietly watching the flatbreads on the stall...

"yesterday……"

"Uh……"

"Um……"

After a long while, Terra clapped her hands together!

"Oh! I remember now! There must have been a thief; the wallet definitely wasn't stolen."

Terra looked completely certain.

"My pocket was slashed, not torn, so how could I have accidentally lost my wallet?"

Terra looked smug.

"Haha, I'm so smart!"

"Ugh……"

Terra suddenly sighed...

"Thank goodness, I've kept the gold coin Yuan Hua gave me safe and sound at home. If I had lost that gold coin, I would have really devastated."

"Tsk, speaking of which, I wonder how Michael's magic studies are going. If, as Yuan Hua said, a basic magic book can sell for tens of silver coins, then life will be much easier from now on."

Terra rubbed her hands together and blew air onto her gloves...

"Michael has a bad temper, I wonder if he will anger Yuan Hua."

"Yuan Hua, you are a benefactor to our family. I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life..."

"..."

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Chapter 298 The Parking Lot Cannot Counterattack the Tornado

"Finally sold out, can go home now."

Terra stood up from the steps, accidentally touching her injured finger, and immediately winced in pain...

"It hurts so much! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

After blowing on it a few times and the pain subsided, Terra plopped down on the ground, wiping away the tears welling up in her eyes...

"No, no, this will make the injury heal too slowly."

Terra grabbed her injured finger and squeezed her legs tightly around her hands...

"If all else fails, I should ask Yuan Huazhi for help. My hands are numb. If this continues, I won't even be able to make pancakes."

"Boss, are there any leftover sesame seed cakes?"

Another customer came in to inquire. Terra glanced at the two remaining flatbreads in the basket, gritted her teeth...

"Sorry, the rest have already been bought."

"Huh? What's wrong with you? You're not even taking advantage of the customers who come to you? Are you just going to sit here and wait?"

The customer pursed his lips.