Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 79 Man, you have successfully piqued my interest.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Hazel regretted them.

She regretted speaking without thinking, blurting out her thoughts, which made her subconsciously resentful of Aleister and as if she wanted his approval.

Perhaps it was because he was a "precious" kindred spirit, and because he was pleasing to the eye and was also favored by the goddess, that she subconsciously regarded him as a trustworthy and close person.

It felt strange, even though they had only just met.

Or perhaps it's because she relaxed too much just now?

An Ruowang was also somewhat surprised by Hai Rou'er's lack of formality, but she simply assumed that Hai Rou'er had a strong personality.

After all, if the genders were reversed, his current ecological niche would be that of a classic church saintess type of character.

He didn't say much, just clapped his hands and chuckled encouragingly, "I prefer you to the way you are now compared to when I saw you in the living room. I bet even a goddess would feel the same way."

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything more or put on airs like a favored goddess, Hazel adapted to the atmosphere and replied irritably, "Did you dare say that in front of my parents and the bishop just now?"

He said he liked me on our first meeting. Does Aleister have Intis blood?

"Why wouldn't I dare?" An Ruowang shrugged. "The goddess supports gender equality."

Hazel knew Aleister was deliberately downplaying the issue and rolled her eyes at him: "You certainly know how to find a scapegoat."

"Ah, so that's what you mean, Miss Hazel."

An Ruowang then "suddenly realized": "But I regret to say that even if Mr. Macht heard me say this, he would probably be happy to express his support, wouldn't he?"

Heroine thought about it and was a little speechless.

It really is.

She gave a light snort: "Then I'll give you a chance to pursue me."

An Ruowang raised an eyebrow, neither taking it seriously nor offending her, and teased her at just the right moment: "That would truly be my honor."

Heyle was not immune to praise and flattery from men.

Good-looking people know how good-looking they are from a young age, and they know how useful their faces are; she was no exception.

The young gentlemen who surrounded her all maintained the most proper demeanor and spoke the most pleasing words, but their intentions were impossible to conceal.

They weren't after her face, but rather the power and status of her father, a Member of Parliament.

Hazel was already used to those insincere pleasantries and was basically unmoved by their praise.

I know I'm good-looking, do you need to tell me?

But for some reason, even though Aleister was just being polite, it made her feel particularly happy.

"I have something I'd like to ask you."

An Ruowang readily agreed: "Please speak."

Hazel took out the silver amulet that she had heated up: "What is this?"

An Ruowang glanced at it and answered matter-of-factly, "A talisman."

"no!"

Because of An Ruowang's expression of looking at her as if she were an idiot, Hazel was a little annoyed: "That's not what I'm asking."

Looking at her anxious and annoyed expression, An Ruowang suddenly remembered and said, "Oh, I know."

Flora Jacob, Hazel's teacher, basically used Hazel as a tool.

The demigod of the Jacob family guided Hazel step by step to become extraordinary through dreams, but did not give her the necessary common sense education.

This resulted in Hazel possessing extraordinary power but severely lacking common sense about the mystical world, possessing only a blind arrogance.

Not to mention, in An Ruowang's perception gained through the "Sword of Laws," Hazel is currently only at Sequence 9.

It's at a level that's only recently been elevated, and there's a lack of control over one's spirituality, leading to a stage where spirituality unconsciously dissipates.

In other words, her contact with Flora Jacobs may not have been long ago.

Under Hazel's expectant gaze, An Ruowang was about to speak, then paused, and slowly said, "Hmm—why should I tell you?"

"Nobody likes a stingy man who's always keeping things in suspense," Hazel said irritably.

"Then here's the question," An Ruowang countered, "Why do I have to make others like me?"

Only children dream of having everyone in the world, good or bad, who likes them.

If such a person or thing truly exists, it must be either RMB or GBP.

However, even when it comes to money, some people will say they have no interest in it.

Even Confucius said he disliked the kind of "hypocritical person" who tries to offend no one.

Hazel was stunned, not expecting that the goddess's favorite would be so unconventional.

From childhood to adulthood, she has heard too many grand principles: be proper, be elegant, be kind to others, and make people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.

But they confidently replied, "Why should I need others to like me?"

An Ruowang continued, "Those who like me will like me no matter what; those who hate me will hate me no matter what I do."

His lips curled into a slight smile, as if in silent mockery: "Don't you think that people who change themselves to please others, and those who shamelessly fawn over others, are as pathetic as lapdogs wagging their tails?"

An Ruowang paused, then added, "No, they're not even as cute as dogs."

If a dog on the street wags its tail at him and tries to please him, An Ruowang would even be willing to buy a sausage to feed the dog.

Although she was rejected, Hazel found the person in front of her, who spoke so bluntly and didn't even bother to please her, to be somewhat interesting.

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This was exactly what Heyole wanted.

Accepting men's intentional attempts to please her always made her feel like she owed them something, and made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Therefore, Heyole responded to these questions without any politeness.

This way of doing business and making deals, like a father, is just right.

Hazel mimicked the mannerisms and tone of Senator Macht from her memory, asking, "So, what do you need?"

An Ruowang thought for a moment, her gaze lingering on her face for a second, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Your smile?"

Hazel opened her mouth, wanting to say something in response to this sudden remark, but found her mind blank.

An Ruowang couldn't help but laugh when she saw her stunned expression.

Hazel finally snapped out of her daze, glared at him, wanting to yell at him, but found she couldn't even think of anything to say: "You—!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself: "I'm asking you what you want—seriously!"

An Ruowang shrugged: "I'm very serious about it too."

"—Do you treat every girl like this?" she asked irritably.

An Ruowang thought for a moment, then replied seriously, "You are the first."

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