Today's Flowing Light City has become Boom's show. At least in an isolated place like the Land of Shadows, this is the first time for everyone to see a flying magician.
"Lord Boom, according to the Eight Blades of Flowing Light, your reputation is still spread throughout the streets, and even children think you are a magician with unfathomable power."
Hastur's stiff voice suddenly sounded, and then his figure condensed into shape. This was the embodiment of the dark elf clan's shadowing skills practiced to the extreme, so the female insect Alberto narrowed his eyes.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't intend to step out of the flower pavilion. I can't control others' mouths. I can't control them."
"By the way, Perseus' roasted beef bone marrow is really good. This extremely greasy texture is what every foodie is after."
Boom's real body has never left the flower pavilion from beginning to end. He is seen sucking roasted beef bone marrow. It seems that he prefers the taste of meat to the vegetarian food made by Christine.
As for the rumors from the outside world, Boom doesn't care at all. In other words, in his eyes, his companions are the most important, and other things are dispensable.
Doubts, praises, speculations, misunderstandings, none of these things can have a substantial impact on Boom, or he has never thought about how others will evaluate him.
No matter whether he was once an orphan in the King of Ogu, or now he is halfway to the top, Boom has not changed anything. He is still the loner who only wants to trust his companions.
The perspective returned to the third floor of the soup house, and the water mist perfectly blocked Boom and Rikka. The former was flipping the petals half-heartedly, and seemed to be really enjoying the leisurely life of Tang Puzi. The latter was about to finish the last piece of sugar cake.
He stood up and put on his bathrobe again, and slowly walked towards the other end of the pool.
"Brother, you don't think you can hide this little trick from others, do you?"
"Speaking of which, a clone is worthy enough to take a bath on the third floor of the hot spring house. Isn't that too contemptuous of others!"
"Huh? You're not talking nonsense this time, are you? Brother Boom is really too lazy to even come in person, but he sent an even more useless psychic clone."
Boom, who was still soaking in warm water, had his throat ripped out by Rikka in the next second. But as Rikka could sense, no blood came out.
The power of space psychic energy collapsed instantly, and "Boom" disappeared as a result. Rikka was left alone on the third floor of the soup house.
"This is Brother Boom. It is absolutely impossible to take a bath with others. Moreover, the earthy smell on your body is something that the previous fetal spirit clones did not have."
"Why don't you fly over here, Your Excellency, the Grand Mage of the Space Department. Don't think that volunteering yourself will make others happy. You are bullying Rikka too much!"
Rikka changed into a more comfortable position, and then shouted. The door on the third floor of the bath house was already opened, and the real Boom had also arrived.
Oops, a piece of loofah hit Boom accurately, or hit Boom hard on the face. However, Boom was indifferent to this, and instead twitched his nose a few times.
"These are the beef leg bones that Perseus just roasted. Stop talking nonsense and try it quickly."
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Your little life was really nourishing. You know, my brother couldn't drink any milk at all when he was a child, let alone take a milk bath."
"To save my face, we brother and sister haven't talked to each other for a long time, and while I was sleeping, I made a decision. You must like it very much."
I saw Boom carefully rolling up his black robe, then crossing his legs to the edge of the pool, and returned a large plate of roasted beef bone marrow to the other party.
Rikka snorted when she heard this, but she still took a piece of roasted beef bone marrow and chewed it happily. This is the way brothers and sisters get along, pure and sincere.
Time passed minute by second, during which Hasta came to the soup house, but was directly persuaded to leave by Rikka's cold eyes. As night fell, the soup house was no longer open, and only the third floor was still brightly lit.
"Eight Blades of Flowing Light" began to patrol in Flowing Light City. Many professionals gathered in the bar, but they were still talking about Boom having the ability to fly.
The water mist never dissipated, a new batch of milk was poured into the pool, and a lot of fresh flower petals floated on the water. Meaty, buy wine and bread, maybe this is an ordinary dinner, at least with the two brothers and sisters
The identity does not match.
But both Boom and Rikka ate with gusto, as if this scene had appeared in the black market of King Ogu City decades ago.
"First I had a chance to escape from the Pawa Federation, then I successfully passed through the foggy forest, and finally arrived at the Land of Shadows after crossing the Demon Sea."
"No matter how tortuous the process was, we finally got what we wanted. At least everyone is still alive and well, and living comfortably."
"Among the seven of us, I have always been the one holding us back. However, now I am halfway out of the top, and I am no longer at the mercy of others."
"Therefore...I decided to return to the ancient continent in half a year to settle my grievances with the Principality of Xisai. After all, no matter what, it seems that I will not be able to reach the peak in a short time."
"Furthermore, we have had no information for many years, and we don't know whether the so-called third holy war has not yet begun or is over."
"And during these six months, I will also stop practicing hard and think about how to skillfully cast space spells. But no matter what, the Principality of Xisai must be completely overturned, otherwise I will never give up!" p>
Boom's voice echoed for a long time in the third floor of the soup house. Even though it was unexpected, it was also reasonable. After all, looking at the whole world, only the Principality of Cisse has really hurt Rikka.
As the elder brother, Boom naturally couldn't let go. In other words, he had been practicing hard for decades, largely because he wanted to destroy the Principality of Cisse with his own hands.
"Then it's settled. No matter what happens in half a year, I will return to the ancient continent, and my brother will naturally be by my side."
"Great Swordsman Aguero, I will never forget this name. That shame can only be quelled by the demise of the Principality of Xise, and even the entire continent of Augu. There is no second option."
"As for the Third Holy War, no one has any interest in knowing it. No matter how the world changes, I will do whatever I want. Whoever dares to stop me will die."
Rikka took a sip of the wine she bought, and then responded. The little girl's eyes were filled with stars, but she was still furious.
It is finally time to return to the ancient continent, and it is finally time to take action against the Principality of Xisai. Liuhua has been waiting for this day for decades, and even now, whenever she hears the word "Xise", she will be disgusted.
That was a past event that Rikka absolutely did not want to recall. She was defeated by the great swordsman Aguero, and because of this, Brother Boom carried her across the ocean, and had no choice but to escape to the frozen continent.
She couldn't imagine how Brother Boom survived in that situation, let alone how much he had to pay for his coma.
And all of this should be attributed to the Principality of Xisai. Even in Liuhua's thinking, even the Augu continent should pay the price for this.
Under the moonlight, the bathhouse was completely dim. Boom slowly walked towards the flower pavilion, while Rikka held Boom's arm out of habit.
After that, the so-called "half-year period" was informed to every companion. However, this kind of thing seemed a bit cliché, at least no one had any reaction after hearing it.
Only Christine's eyes flashed with a glint, but no one noticed it. The bonfire was still crackling, and the sea of flowers still wafted out the fragrance. It seemed that the fate of the Principality of Cisse was still destined to endure the fate of a group of seven people.