NOVPUBChapter 1492: Creation of the Universe_3 for 668 Days Chapter 1492: Creation of the Universe_3 for 668 Days “Who else in the Silver Armor Guard could know these top-secret messages?”
The Vermilion Bird’s gaze deepened, reminded by White Tiger that there was a traitor among his men.
“The Brooklyn Crown Prince has been at the Divine Academy for half a month, and his return is near.
Alas, I need to start preparing for the Saintess’ affair.
It’s a never-ending headache.”
White Tiger strolled away with his hands behind his back.
Vermilion Bird returned to his office, calling up the daily reports of his men. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Each member was required to submit daily reports detailing their whereabouts and encounters, all of which had to be on record.
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It was a necessary discipline among intelligence agents.
While examining one of these reports, the sensitive Vermilion Bird detected something unusual.
He hurriedly picked up the phone, “Investigate this person.”
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Cicada entered the Holy Temple.
She was led by the Silver Armor Guard into the hall and immediately moved to check the pulse of the man lying in bed.
The old man frowned under his white eyebrows and sighed after a while.
“The poison in his body has been neutralised.”
Cicada turned towards the shadow behind the bead curtain, “Blood should not be seen from the body of the anointed, otherwise they could lose life energy and would shorten their lives.”
“If the poison is neutralized, that’s good news.
Can you find any other issues with him, Cicada?”
“He’s fine.
But you, you’ve got a big problem.”
There was a muffled cough from behind the bead curtain, “I’m fine.”
Cicada got up and walked over, pulling back the bead curtain.
She forcefully grabbed the Holy Master’s wrist to check his pulse.
“Still saying there’s no problem.
Look at what a mess your vitality is!
Heaven’s Creation gave you a second lease on life, but you squander it, ruining your own body.
It seems I wasted my time saving you.”
“Cicada, do you regret saving me?”
Without a word, Cicada helped the woman lie down.
She put a needle into her energy center and second center between her navel.
“Hush now.
From today onwards, take good care of yourself.
You still stand a chance to grow old with your little lover.”
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Princess Randa sat absent-mindedly in front of the mirror, combing her hair for half an hour.
Samuel waited impatiently by her side.
“What’s the date today?” Princess Randa suddenly asked.
“Your Highness, it’s the third day of the third month.
There is a lively lion dance celebrating the local custom today.
If you’re bored, you can take a walk in the streets.”
The princess had been smeared with rumors and was no longer a candidate for queen.
Since then, Samuel had not seen her smile.
“She must be returning soon…” Randa murmured.
“What were you saying, Your Highness?”
Randa applied a delicate makeup, chose an extravagant dress, and took a carriage out of the Imperial Lodge.
The streets were bustling.
People everywhere were jubilantly celebrating the arrival of the saintess, their excitement was palpable.
Randa observed that this nation’s people seemed passionate about organising various celebrations, their enthusiasm unstoppable even in the heart of winter.
After watching for a while, Randa felt a rare smile creep onto her face.
As the prince’s carriage drove into the city, it was intercepted.
Aubree Groove saw the woman blocking the carriage, frowned slightly, and said to Liam Anderson, “My apologies, Prince.
I will remove her.”
Liam Anderson smiled and said, “Princess Randa seems to be quite enamoured with you, don’t fail her.”
Aubree Groove gave him a deep look and got out of the carriage.
“Julius!” Randa exclaimed happily, darting into Aubree’s embrace.
Aubree sighed inwardly, placing her arm around Randa’s shoulder to steady her.
“Why are you here?”
The carriage slowly drove past.
Inside, Liam was smiling, but his eyes were cold.
“Return home,” he said, ceasing to look at them.
In the rearview mirror, the reflected pair gradually disappeared into the distance.
“I missed you.
We haven’t seen each other for so long.
Have you missed me?”
Randa tipped her head back to look at Aubree, placing a finger against her lips: “Don’t answer me.
Today I only want you to accompany me for the day.”
Aubree didn’t know how to respond to her, finally nodding, “Okay.”
Randa, looking pleased, gripped Aubree’s hand.
“Let’s go shopping.
I want to buy clothes.
I’d like to sample all the food Inracetales has to offer.”
That day, Randa was abuzz with energy.
They roamed the streets of Inracetales, and as Randa had promised, they tasted various forms of local delicacies.
“Wow!
How have I never come across this charcoal grilled fish before?
I’ve never seen anything like it!” Randa gasped, as if she’d discovered a new continent.
The shop owner explained,” This ‘twin charcoal grilled fish’ is a unique dish to Inracetales, derived from ‘fish eat fish, fish eat shrimp’.
The fish must be deep-sea Soushikan fishes.
They hide at the bottom of the sea in the cold months of March and appear once spring arrives.
Hence the tradition of eating ‘flower fish’ on the third day of the third month.”
