I Just Want To Give Every Little Sister A Home
Chapter 1977: I Just Want To Give Every Little Sister A Home
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Perhaps Gaga still hadn’t realized that its status in its owners’ hearts had already changed. It cuddled in Sicarra’s arms, and smugly called out at the departed fat woman twice.
Genevieve went forward to stroke Gaga. She wanted to say some comforting words, but she ended up saying, "Gaga is indeed rather fat."
Sicarra and Genevieve looked at each other and smiled. There was a hint of mystery in their smile.
"Gagagaga." Gaga quacked as it rubbed its head against Sicarra’s hand.
"Alright, I know you are hungry. We are bringing you home to eat something now." Sicarra carried Gaga, and walked towards their home as she lectured, "You cannot run away as you wish in the future, and you cannot loiter alone. You must know how to run home when you meet bad people…"
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"You are a nice girl, but we cannot be together."
"Why?"
"I don’t deserve you."
Slap.
The girl was crying piteously. The hand that she retracted was even trembling. "That wasn’t what you said when you pursued me yesterday…"
"You know. People change, and I am someone who changes very easily." A young man with a red punk hairstyle looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and gently sighed. "Actually, I have known from the start that we wouldn’t last long."
"Y-you bastard…"
"I don’t want to hold you up. You deserve someone better." The young man looked at the maiden, and calmly said, "Go home early. I won’t be sending you home."
"Waaah…"
The maiden burst into tears and left.
"Sigh… A passionate person always has more trouble," the young man gently lamented as he watched the young lady go away.
An old man with white hair, leaning against a pillar with a narrow bamboo rod in his hand, smilingly said, "Aren’t you the jerk that the young maidens always talk about?"
"I am not a jerk. I just want to give every little sister a home," the young man replied melancholically.
"Oh, please. I came to Chaos City for proper business. How many girls have you ruined in the past few days since we arrived?" The old man rolled his eyes. However, if one looked closely at his eyes, they would realize they were completely white.
"Grandpa, you are being too much. I only exchanged my emotions with the pretty ladies. I didn’t even touch their hands, so how could I have ruined them? I have professional conduct," Noah said with a serious expression. "Since I cannot stay for them, I shouldn’t leave too many marks on their hearts and bodies. That would be immoral."
"You are a clear-headed jerk." Merante chuckled before suddenly coughing hard. He only managed to slowly calm down after a while.
"Hehe." Noah patted Merante’s back. He seemed to be quite used to Merante’s coughing. He smilingly asked, "However, Grandpa, we are already here for three days, but we still haven’t seen that thing you mentioned? Could you have calculated wrongly? Perhaps that thing hasn’t
Merante shook his head gently, and said, "That half at the Thunderstorm Mountains is sealed properly, but the other half had escaped. We have been to many places in the past two years, but we were always a step behind. The septaria oracle deduced that this thing might appear at Chaos City, so it’s always good to come and take a look here."
"Alright, let’s walk around to take a look." Noah nodded. He picked up the backpack at the side, and slowly followed next to Merante.
Merante held a thin bamboo rod, but he didn’t tap it on the ground like the usual blind people. Instead, he walked like a normal person. He even knew to evade when he encountered obstacles and people. He didn’t look like a blind person at all.
But if you looked at him closely, you would discover that his ears were moving slightly.
Noah followed next to Merante, but his gaze was still sweeping around. His gaze would stop for a while whenever he saw young and pretty maidens, but he simply looked at them. He didn’t make any other outrageous contact.
The grandfather and grandson entered Aden Square. Merante suddenly halted his footsteps with a grave expression.
"Grandpa, what’s the matter?" Noah’s expression became nervous instantly.
"There’s a ghostly presence." A red light suddenly flashed in Merante’s white eyes. He flipped his hand, and a stone that resembled a tortoise shell appeared on his palm. Crisscrossing red light began to appear on the tortoise shell. Eventually, only two light beams were left. A red dot appeared at their intersection.
"It’s that direction." Merante’s gaze moved away from the septaria oracle. He looked at the other end of Aden Square. That pair of white eyes seemed to be able to cut through space.
"Is it really the devil?" Noah looked a little tense and expectant.
"It could also be someone who had contact with the devil." Merante kept the septaria oracle, and continued to walk ahead.
"Then, do we need to do any preparation, such as setting up a spell formation?" Noah quickly caught up with him.
"No."
"But that thing is so scary. Are we simply going over to fight with it head-on? I feel a little unconfident." Noah sounded unconfident too.
"We are just taking a look. We are not in a hurry to act."
"Grandpa, then what’s the difference between a jerk and us if we simply loiter around and don’t enter?" Noah rolled his eyes. "When did you not get excited when you came in contact with things related to the ghost?"
"I will naturally be calm when I encounter what I cannot defeat," Merante answered mildly.
"Erm…" Noah was actually lost for words.
However, he had seen with his own eyes how ferocious his grandpa was. Although he was a little nervous, he wasn’t scared away because of this. He continued to follow Merante, but he obviously slowed down a little. He walked about half a step behind Merante so that he could hide behind him if there were any unusual circumstances.
Merante followed the septaria oracle’s guidance, and they came to Mamy Restaurant’s door.
"Grandpa, is it the prison next door or here?" Noah looked at the opulent restaurant, and then looked at the high walls of Bastie Prison not far away.
This restaurant looked rather sophisticated. However, its door was closed as its operation hours seemed to be over.
Meanwhile, they had checked on the other exit of the Bastie Prison next door yesterday, and it seemed to be fine.
"It’s right here." Merante’s bamboo rod tapped on the ground gently, right in front of the restaurant’s door.
"In this case, let me set up a formation first…" Noah skipped a big step backwards, and took out a string of tortoise shells of different sizes. He flipped his hands, and the tortoise shells landed on the ground, and formed a circle that surrounded him.
"You go and knock on the door." Merante tilted his head a little.
"I have just set up my formation… Grandpa, why don’t you go and knock on the door?" Noah turned into a coward instantly.
"Any redundant actions will prevent me from releasing my full power. I can only leave a small action like knocking on the door to you." Merante placed the thin bamboo rod vertically, and the septaria oracle in his hands already hovered in midair. His white hair drifted in the wind, and he looked solemn.
Noah gulped. This was the first time that he had seen his grandpa look so nervous. After a brief hesitation, he still stepped out of the tortoise shells formation, and sneakily knocked twice on the door before skipping back into the tortoise shells circle, and putting on a defensive stance.
After a while, under the duo’s nervous and guarded gaze, the restaurant’s door slowly opened outwards, and a little half-elf girl walked out.