bullyxtreme Chapter 186 The Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival Reappears
Chapter 186 The Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival Reappears
[I turned 18, and another six months have passed.]
Time passed peacefully yet swiftly, as if the journey through the desert had happened just yesterday.
Life back in Sumeru City was uneventful. On one hand, the god-making project was nearing completion, and with the infusion of knowledge about god-encapsulation, the final assembly of the artificial god's outer armor in the workshop no longer required your personal guidance.
On the other hand, Mishal's mercenary group, the Legacy of the God-King, virtually dismantled the original thirty-person group's organizational structure, taking over the defense and security of Sumeru City.
A month after their desert expedition, Seno and his team of discipline officers returned from the desert.
As expected, no further clues pointing to the Fools could be found in the House of Vitality. Coupled with Winter's strong diplomatic pressure, although Seno did not intend to let the matter drop, the official investigation had come to an end.
After staying at Kavi's house for some time, Tinari returned to Doschenlin to continue his duties as a forester.
But no one noticed that when Tina, who had infiltrated Sumeru City alone, left, she was accompanied by two unfamiliar faces—faces never before seen in Sumeru City.
[Alhesen continued as his clerk, arriving and leaving get off work on time as always. However, every two or three days, colleagues or students would send letters of protest to the Sage's office complaining about his overly harsh words.]
The reasons for the complaints were varied, including overly harsh language, excessively high academic requirements (specifically, the requirement to be proficient in twenty languages for graduation), and the clerk refusing to give him a date, among others.
However, doesn't it seem like something strange has gotten mixed in?
Of course, these protest letters usually end up in the hands of some gloating architect, who then criticizes, word by word, the accusations against Ellheimer as not being profound enough.
[The following is a transcript of a conversation between the architect and another scholar after the architect got drunk at the Lambad tavern, now included in the top-secret collection of a certain proxy sage, "The Foolish Blonde and His Sharp-Tongued Roommate 2.0":]
"So, Senior Kavi, what are your first impressions and current impressions of Secretary Elhesen?"
"Extremely handsome."
"I didn't expect Senior Kavi to have such a high opinion of Secretary Elhesen. What's your impression of him now?"
"Hiccup...Eh? I just said...I used to be handsome."
"As for now? %%@&%..."
[This content has been collapsed due to violation of the Civilized Language Regulations of the Sumeru Void Terminal.]
"..."
[This concludes someone's record, but in reality, this conversation about the great architect's critical acclaim at the Academy of Arts and Sciences has a second half.]
"Ahem... It seems there might be some misunderstanding between Senior Kavi and Senior Elhesen... Where is Sano Disciplinary Officer?"
"Cold-blooded".
"That's in line with most people's impressions, but what about now?"
"Cold storage."
"..."
"There's another question. What does Senior Kavi think of Senior Mu Feng, the well-known genius sage in the Academy of Teachings?"
"A person with a romantic spirit."
"Oh...this coincides with the views of many girls in the Faculty Academy, can you be more specific..."
"Oh, you misunderstood. What I meant was that that guy hasn't shown up in that basement of Sumeru on some dark and stormy night yet. Even my Mehra has to admire that kind of composure, waaaaah..."
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"Um... one last question, what does Senior Kavi think of the current Great Sage, Mr. Hazard?"
"Hiccup... We all know... hiccup... Elheisen turned into a mushroom pig later."
"But Hazard is a mushroom pig by nature."
The following day, news spread throughout the Church of England that the renowned architect, Kavi, had mysteriously disappeared.
[In addition, the Academy of Educational Research and Training issued a notice stating that, due to the disappearance of the project leader, the project funding has been redistributed in accordance with the Academy's internal academic regulations.]
Afterwards, Mr. Ka, who was bruised and battered, said he was filled with regret, extremely regretful.
"Since we were going to cut funding anyway, I should have scolded them harsher."
However, there is still some serious work to be done. Recently, the architect seems to have received a big order to build a palace for a major client near the Fungus Caves.
Once this project is completed, not only will he be able to realize his architectural dreams, but funding will also no longer be a problem. It's a win-win situation, isn't it?
With these thoughts in mind, the great architect set off.
As for your job, that's more complicated. With seven days a week, time management becomes an essential skill for someone with multiple work locations.
For example, the academic exchange at Jingshan Palace needs to be held, the materials on the senior Farusan need to be organized, the performance of the little dancers needs to be attended, the caravan of the big merchant will be visiting, and the basement of Huma's house...
Ahem, let's skip this one.
And so, the days passed slowly, and soon, it was time for the Flower Goddess's birthday festival once again.
Sumeru City, Zuber Theater.
On the eve of the Flower Goddess's birthday festival, the Grand Bazaar was already decorated with the festive atmosphere of the approaching holiday.
Colorful ribbons hung baskets of brightly colored Yalda candies, and exquisitely decorated floats were parked in the corner of the fountain. The air seemed to already echo with the enthusiastic cheers and familiar songs from previous years' float parades.
But at this moment, the atmosphere inside the Grand Bazaar was not as relaxed as it was on the eve of the festival; instead, it seemed somewhat tense.
The Zubair Theatre, which is usually bustling with audiences, was rather deserted today. Most of the passersby quickened their pace and left in a hurry, and even those who stopped to watch had an unusual sense of anxiety and unease in their eyes.
The reason for all this abnormality lies in the farce that is taking place inside the theater.
Under the spotlight, Nil, dressed in a light purple dance dress, stood on the theater stage, but instead of performing her usual captivating dance for the audience, she did not.
The girl rubbed her long, light red hair in distress, her hands unconsciously clasped together at her chest, her delicate face filled with worry.
Nearby, Dina Zede and Desia were debating with an arrogant scholar from the Order of the Church.
"The latest regulations prohibit all artistic performances involving large gatherings within the city of Sumeru."
"Even if you are a young lady from the Huma family—it's still not acceptable!"
"This is unfair! I've never heard of such a rule before."
"Even if you are sages of the Order of the Church, you cannot be so arrogant and unreasonable!"
Dina Zede met the scholar's arrogant gaze, her cheeks flushing with an unnatural red from her anger.
Carrying a heavy sword, Dixia stood in front of Dinazede with her arms crossed. Although the girl was less than three-quarters the height of the scholar, her aura was in no way weak, and even made the scholar take a few steps back.
"Miss, you haven't fully recovered yet, so it's best not to get emotional."
She already disliked this group of aloof scholars, and if she weren't afraid of causing trouble for her mistress and a certain guy, she would have already gone up and taught this mean-spirited guy a lesson.
Since reasoning doesn't work, let's talk about physics.
The scholar's eyes showed a hint of apprehension, and he forced a calm snort through his nostrils, but his eyes clearly revealed a degree of disdain.
"Well, here you are. If you don't follow the rules, we don't mind sending you to the prison of the Church of England."
"Alright, I'd like to see..."
"Dishia, wait a minute."
Nilu stepped forward to stop Dixia from losing her temper, gently shook her head, and then turned around to calmly meet the scholar's gaze.
"Hello, sir from the Council of the Order."
"As you can see, the performances at the Zubair Theater are part of the daily lives of the surrounding residents. If there is a reason why it must be closed, please give us a reasonable explanation."
Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding residents, whether overt or covert, the scholar's expression unconsciously revealed a hint of embarrassment.
However, he quickly recovered, letting out another cold snort and forcefully avoiding Nilu's question:
"Hmph, I think you're not qualified to debate with me."
"Close the theater immediately and stop the performance!"
This time, not only was Dixia furious, but even the usually mild-mannered Nel couldn't help but frown.
The other party has absolutely no intention of being reasonable, which makes things really difficult.
"Hmm? Nil, Dinazede, and Dishia, good afternoon. Is something wrong?"
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P.S.: Happy 2025 everyone! See you next year!