Chapter 152 Serving
Aren't you going in?
Navelette began.
Bibi Dong snapped out of her daze and gritted her teeth as she looked at Navelette.
"Should I...go in and serve too?"
She is the empress.
It's the Pope.
Even if it meant death, she would rather die than become a maid.
"If you want to die, I can grant your wish now."
Navelette's tone remained flat. "But Frynn seems to be somewhat interested in you. In this world, there aren't many things that can interest her."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Bibi Dong's purple-gold robe.
"Moreover, your aesthetic sense definitely needs improvement."
"Once inside, observe more and speak less."
After saying that.
Navilette ignored her and turned to walk into the new palace.
His back was tall, and his silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Bibi Dong stood still, gripping the scepter tightly with both hands, her fingernails almost digging into the metal.
She glanced at Hu Liena, who was still trembling beside her, and then at Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others kneeling on the ground in the distance.
final.
This once-arrogant empress loosened her grip on the scepter.
The scepter clattered to the ground.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, took heavy steps, and walked towards the unfamiliar palace.
Since that man called it an "interlude".
She'd like to see that.
Where will this so-called interlude lead the world?
Inside the main hall of the imperial palace.
The throne that originally belonged to the Pope has been removed.
Instead, there was a soft, long European-style sofa covered with thick velvet cushions.
Fu Ningna was sprawled on the sofa without any regard for her image, holding a half-eaten macaron in her hand, directing everyone around her.
"Over here! That vase is too ugly, take it away!"
"Hey Qian Renxue, are you made of wood? My shoulders are killing me, come here and give me a massage!"
"Hey you in the green shirt, stop crying! If you keep crying, I'll throw you out!"
The goddess of life held a plate, tears welling in her eyes, afraid to let them fall; she looked extremely aggrieved.
Navigette entered the hall.
The chaotic scene instantly quieted down.
Even Funina, who was giving orders, subconsciously sat up straighter.
"Is it all done?"
"Furina asked."
"Um."
Navelette walked to the sofa and sat down naturally.
He did not sit in the main seat, but instead sat next to Funina.
"Bibi Dong is still outside doing psychological preparation."
He said, "But they should be coming in soon."
"It doesn't matter whether she comes in or not."
Funina waved her hand. "Anyway, there's nothing fun here. But you, that magic trick you pulled out of the house just now was pretty cool."
Navelette looked at the crumbs of pastry on the corner of her mouth.
He did not speak.
He simply reached out and gently wiped away the crumb with his thumb.
"Don't get your clothes dirty."
His movements were very gentle.
Everyone in the hall held their breath.
Qian Renxue's hand, which was massaging Fu Ningna's shoulders, froze in mid-air. She stared at the scene, her pupils dilating in shock.
That man who could destroy the world with a flick of his wrist...
He was actually wiping that little girl's mouth?
This extreme contrast left her mind blank.
"Okay, okay."
Funina didn't think anything was wrong, and even went so far as to lean her head on Villette's shoulder, saying, "I'm exhausted. That flight of stairs was so long, my legs are sore."
"Then you were walking backwards just now."
"That's to enjoy the scenery!"
Funina retorted confidently.
Just then.
A soft footstep sounded at the door.
Bibi Dong, who had removed her heavy crown and was only wearing a simple purple dress, walked in.
She washed off her makeup, looking somewhat pale, but she also lost some of her sharpness and gained more of the gentleness of a mature woman.
She looked at the scene in the hall.
Qian Renxue was massaging her shoulders.
The goddess of life is serving tea.
The Snow Emperor is making ice.
The man known as "God" was letting the girl lean on his shoulder, while he was flipping through a document in his hand—the Douluo Continent Chronicle that Hu Liena had just found.
This scene is absurd, yet it possesses a strange harmony.
"You're here?"
Villette didn't even look up.
"sit."
He pointed to the chair opposite him.
Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down.
His posture was still somewhat reserved.
"Now that everyone is here."
Navelette closed the book in her hand, glanced around, and finally her gaze landed on Funina.
"You decide on the rest of the itinerary."
"real?"
Furina instantly perked up, bobbing up from his shoulder. "Then I'll have to plan this out carefully! First, I'm going to paint this city wall pink! And then..."
She began to talk at length about her renovation plan.
Absurd, willful, and full of childishness.
But every powerful figure in the hall, including Bibi Dong, was listening attentively.
Because they know.
Every word spoken by this girl.
The man next to you will make it a reality.
Even if it's a reality that would overturn the entire world.
Navelette listened quietly, nodding occasionally and offering suggestions for improvement—for example, the pink was too bright and she suggested changing it to light blue.
Outside the window.
The last rays of the setting sun shone into the newly built palace.
The light shone on Villette's cold profile, and even it seemed to be tinged with a faint warmth.
This is a corner he created for her in this strange world, a corner called "home".
As for those so-called strongmen, empresses, and gods.
It's just a potted plant to decorate this corner.
The sun completely sank below the horizon.
Night fell quickly at Jialing Pass.
This once impregnable steel fortress, belonging to the Spirit Empire, was now illuminated by uniquely shaped streetlights. These were water elemental creations casually crafted by Vilet, emitting a soft, non-glaring, ethereal blue light that made the entire palace resemble an underwater dragon palace.
Inside the lobby.
The debate over wall color has finally come to an end.
In the end, Funina compromised and abandoned the plan to paint the Jialing Pass, which was regarded as a symbol of majesty by the world, pink. Instead, she accepted the color scheme of "deep sea blue and pearl white" proposed by Navelette.
"Fine, fine, you're always right."
Funina rolled over on the soft European-style sofa, unceremoniously putting her legs up on the armrests and swinging them aimlessly.
She was still holding the ice rose that the Snow Emperor had condensed in her hand.
By this time, the rose had been played with so much that it was almost melted, and water droplets slid down her fair wrist and dripped onto the carpet.
"I'm so bored."
Furina sighed. "There's no opera house, no pastry shop, not even a decent journalist. Villette, how much longer are we going to have to stay here?"
Na Vilet was still holding the "Chronicles of Douluo Continent" in her hands.
(End of chapter)