bullyxtreme Chapter 292 Did you build illegal structures on Sky Island in your past life?
Chapter 292 Did you build illegal structures on Sky Island in your past life?
Finally, under Mu Feng's gaze, which was beyond words, Kavi could no longer withstand the pressure and surrendered.
"Alright, alright, it's me, Kavi. What bad luck to run into you today!"
The great architect, frustrated, ruffled his blond hair and, in a fit of despair, sat down on the steps in front of the door.
He went to great lengths to register a brand new trading channel on the virtual terminal, and even disguised himself before going out, just to avoid running into acquaintances and causing embarrassment.
As it turned out, looking back, the matchmaking system had killed the game, rendering his carefully crafted disguise before leaving home futile.
Kavi: Startled awake from his deathbed, he realized the clown was himself. He stumbled upon a matchmaking system, tried his best to disguise himself, but couldn't win.
Mu Feng's lips twitched. If your disguise refers to that paper bag, then it's quite realistic.
"So, you originally planned to sell this place at a low price? What, even a great architect needs Mora?"
Kavi ignored Mu Feng's teasing, and just sighed, his expression showing helplessness and a hint of frustration.
Who told him to be so unlucky? A thunderstorm that only comes around once every hundred years happened to coincide with his construction project.
A bolt of lightning not only ruined his six months of work, but also caused the project payment he was about to receive to vanish like a cooked duck flying away.
Although he eventually paid for his architectural dream, working with debts is never pleasant, and he has recently had many disputes with clients over various contract issues.
After much deliberation, Kavi decided to take a gamble. He was the most outstanding architect in the Faculty of Law, and given enough time, regaining financial independence would be just around the corner!
Mu Feng glanced sideways at the smug architect, unable to bear shattering his beautiful fantasy.
Putting aside everything else, just looking at that huge stack of files in the Disciplinary Committee headquarters archives bearing the signature of a certain architect regarding the recovery of embezzled funds, it's unclear who ultimately benefited from it.
"However, I remember the Order of the Church only allocated you one property. You can't expect to be homeless, can you?"
Mu Feng looked puzzled. Kavi scratched his head, looked away awkwardly, and began to stammer.
"Uh... well, you don't need to worry about that. Me, the chief architect of the Order of the Church, am I worried about not having a place to stay?"
However, the great architect's tone was clearly lacking in confidence, especially after Mu Feng in front of him showed an "I understand" expression, which made Kavi's guilty conscience even more obvious.
No way... Could it be that Mu Feng knows something? That's impossible, they clearly discussed it very discreetly.
"Just tell me straight, how much did you give Elhesen?"
Mu Feng patted Kavi on the shoulder with a mischievous grin, giving him a knowing look that said, "I understand, I get it, you don't need to explain."
Speaking of which, the inertia of the timeline is really not to be underestimated. Even without the Dead Zone, there is still Thunderstorm. The main purpose is to not give a certain great architect any chance to turn the tables. It can't be that Ka was targeted by the heavens for illegally building on Sky Island in his previous life, right?
Shadow: You're welcome. My surname is Lei. Call me Lei Feng.
Kavi nodded. It wasn't much; it was just a matter of taking on the role of a cleaning worker for the Sage's family. Given their relationship, it was quite reasonable for him to guess... Bullshit.
The architect, his face filled with shock, slapped Mu Feng's hand away, looking utterly incredulous. Was he being followed?
Kavi's gaze suddenly sharpened with wariness as he looked at someone. "Brother, we're of one mind. You're trying to outsmart your brother?"
Mu Feng glanced at Kavi expressionlessly, looking him up and down, his meaning quite clear.
Given your penniless financial situation, even a passing gilded tour group would most likely not bother robbing you, let alone stalking you.
Kavi scratched the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed. He was right. With so many women around him, it would be surprising if he had time to worry about other things.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot, there's another important thing, about the renovation of this villa..."
The great architect looked a little strange and asked me to renovate the house I had sold and then turn it into someone else's shape.
Kavi: I think I hear a cow mooing nearby.
"...Two million Mora, with a one million deposit paid in advance."
"Deal made. I'm happy to serve you, my friend."
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Having settled his accommodation, Mu Feng happily carried his still-warm breakfast and set off on his way home.
It was already nine o'clock, and the number of pedestrians on the street was gradually increasing. Conversations in the alleys were becoming more lively, ranging from trivial matters like firewood, rice, oil, and salt to...
"Hey, have you heard? Things seem a bit unsettled in the city lately. Remember to lock your doors and windows at night."
"Who says otherwise? According to the disciplinary officials, several shops in the city have recently been affected."
"But it's strange, aside from some food being stolen, those shops don't seem to have suffered any other losses..."
"That's right, that's right, I've heard about it too. I heard that some witnesses said they saw blue and green shadows, and now everyone outside is talking about that blue and green thief..."
No matter where you are, middle-aged and elderly women are always the most dangerous intelligence organizations, and of course, Sumeru is no exception.
A group of housewives gathered at a street corner were having a heated discussion. Clearly, they had no intention of keeping their conversation private; in fact, it seemed to be escalating.
Mu Feng's pace gradually slowed down, and his expression gradually became puzzled. Was there such a plot in the original timeline?
Perhaps it was just a purple question mark that Yingmei casually resolved; such a trivial matter could be left for Sino to worry about.
If I had returned a few steps later, the girls at home would have been in an uproar. Compared to some vague and ethereal blue-green bandit, the former was much more intimidating.
However, before Mu Feng had gone far, a commotion coming from the Grand Bazaar ahead caught his attention.
"I've already said that compared to the cheap rock elemental artifacts in your hands, the 'trade terms' I'm offering are far more generous. You... juniors, don't be so blind as to not recognize my worth!"
"Hey, where did this weirdo come from? Spouting nonsense like Mora is a cheap creation of rock elementals?"
"Regardless, the two of you ate a total of eighteen fish rolls, twenty-two puddings, and nine stews. If it weren't for Mora, we would have reported you to the disciplinary officer!"
The noise from the crowd grew louder and louder, and Mu Feng stopped in his tracks. This voice... why does it sound a little familiar?
He felt like he had heard it somewhere before, but for a moment, he couldn't quite grasp that vague inspiration.
Mu Feng gently pushed through the crowd, his gaze settling on the protagonist of this conflict, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
A little girl with a blue jellyfish-like hairstyle that partially covers her eyes, looking timid, and next to her, a girl in a waist-length green dress, hands on her hips, with an air of maturity... Dragon Horn Lolita?
Wait... dragon horns?