readsfreenovel Chapter 271 Serval Cat - S01E07
Chapter 271 Serval Cat - S01E07
In reality, even excluding the fact that Shirley forbade you to hurt him, the broadcast demon still has considerable value.
This means that if you don't kill him, he will always be a thorn in your side.
If you kill him, his death will become your permanent loss.
The broadcast demon is an untamable lone wolf, a fanged stag that devours flesh and blood in the cold forest.
But he deliberately intruded into someone's life.
He performs wonderful shows for you on stage, remaining incredibly gentlemanly even in this boring and vulgar hell.
An enigmatic devil approaches you with a lively social dance performance... perhaps a Charleston, a Lindy dance, or even a tap dance?
He's not good at getting close to anyone, just as he's completely bad at dancing compared to his amazing singing voice, which is comparable to that of a Broadway actor.
Perhaps his deliberate closeness to you made you lower your guard?
How could you let a devil, with his eternal smile, stab you in the back with a knife?
Perhaps the deal between the broadcasting demon and Shirley really did have some... excessively serious impact on you.
Unexpectedly, you would think of these things when discussing serious matters in front of Rosie. Suddenly, a funny smile appeared on your lips, like a kind of self-deprecating laugh at your exhaustion.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Rosie, I may not be feeling so well today, so I have indeed taken up a lot of your time… Please allow me to apologize to you again.”
Perhaps to get rid of the annoying smiling face of the demon broadcasting in your mind, you let out a long sigh, knowing that you were practically wasting Rosie's time.
Rosie led you into a place that resembled a guest room.
There is a bed that looks fairly high-end, and a set of tables and chairs similar to those in the previous reception room.
The ogre lord sat there elegantly and ladylike, her expression friendly and kind; the red light from outside the window shone through the glass, making her dark, deep eyes appear reddish.
After expressing your apologies again, you turned your head slightly and looked wistfully at the window beside Rosie.
Perhaps you wish you could peek through this window and see if that annoying broadcaster is taking good care of Shirley?
Or did he go somewhere to fool Xia Li again?
■■■ I feel like a desperate older sister.
Just yesterday I was telling that clever broadcaster who helped me that our friendship was enough for me to give you praise and gifts…
Then the next day you discover that this bastard is not only a broadcaster, but also a salesman; he works for your sister, but takes every opportunity to sell her an overpriced set of health products.
……
This is too bad.
You couldn't help but sigh again.
Beside Rosie, across the huge, blood-red glass, lay a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar landscape.
The sky was still a blindingly red, and the buildings were still in shades of red.
Unlike the scenery inside the Pentagram City, the scenery inside the Ogre Town is indeed quite pleasant and charming.
Besides the fact that every building is more modern, every cannibal gentleman and lady is dressed in attire that is so respectable compared to the criminals in the central district that it's almost a complete rip-off.
From the early 1890s to around the 1900s.
The United States is experiencing rapid industrial development and severe class stratification, but its society appears prosperous and luxurious on the surface, with an extreme emphasis on etiquette and appearance.
The ladies who perfectly replicated this feeling...
Their skirts resembled a red canopy of a summer theater, with soft fabric cascading down in layers from the devils' incredibly slender waists.
Slightly luxurious, the hem of the skirt is embroidered with delicate, almost dazzling gold thread; the whalebone corset outlines the lady's precise hourglass figure, and the milky white lace high collar extends from the collarbone to the chin.
The gentlemen beside those ladies were always impeccably dressed.
It's as if a London tailor personally took your measurements and gave you instructions on every single stitch.
The deep red three-piece suit was always pressed flat and neat, with a gold lapel pin; the waistcoat buttons were a row of dark gold mother-of-pearl buttons, faintly reflecting the arrogant, blood-red light.
The watch chain hangs steadily from the third buttonhole of this respectable outfit, drawing an elegant curve across the man's chest, showcasing his distinguished status.
They strolled leisurely down the street, perhaps exchanging friendly greetings by pulling each other's skirts or bowing in greeting.
Everything in the ogre town exudes a visible order.
Unlike the chaotic and obscene Pentagram City, where you can even have sex in the street and two horrible-eyed bastards roll around on the road, oblivious to the world around them, this place gives a very pleasant impression...
It can even evoke memories of one's glorious past.
No wonder he was happy...
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……***of!
The dragon girl, who had intended to get rid of that annoying smiling face, suddenly narrowed her pupils.
Upon realizing that she had once again thought of the person she hated most, ■■■'s lips twitched involuntarily.
She felt as if something had stepped on her.
Feeling as if she couldn't catch her breath, the dragon girl took a deep breath and then turned her head to the side expressionlessly.
"...Oh my! Let me see? I never expected Alastor to bring an unwell lady to my territory? This is a grave oversight on the part of this gentleman!"
Rosie, with her slender and elegant figure, gets up from her chair and walks towards you.
She was like a nimble serval, exuding a restrained excitement and agility.
"Let me see, sweetheart, what's wrong with you? Or are you just simply feeling restless?"
She gently grasped your slender fingers, leaning closer to you like an elder concerned for a sick child.