dognovel Chapter 412 Sometimes I really want to just destroy everything.
Chapter 412 Sometimes I really want to just destroy everything.
Chen You withdrew his hand and pointed to the mountain of monster corpses outside the city wall, as well as the huge scorched earth pit that had been split open by the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning.
"Lord of the city, look, I've also helped you exile this demon lord."
"Shouldn't we settle the appearance fee, compensation for emotional distress, and the cost of my ammunition?"
The smile on Varygood's face froze instantly.
He instinctively clutched the empty purse at his waist, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. "Sir... you're joking."
"You are the savior sent by the Source God; talking about money would be a defilement of your holiness!"
"Don't give me that crap." Chen You rolled his eyes. "Did I not pay for this Heavenly Thunder? Do you think I don't pay for the maintenance of my flying sword? Even brothers should keep clear accounts, let alone us who aren't even close."
"Lord Chen... Lord Chen You." Varygood rubbed his hands together, bowing even lower.
"Look, Qirui City has just suffered a catastrophe. The city walls need repair, compensation needs to be paid out, and rebuilding the cathedral will cost an astronomical sum..."
"so?"
"So, even the landlord's family didn't have any surplus grain!" Vary Goode slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes instantly reddening, his acting skills were completely natural.
"As you can see, Qirui City is in dire need of reconstruction; they haven't even paid out the compensation to the fallen soldiers yet!"
Chen You watched his performance quietly, his right hand still outstretched in mid-air, motionless.
Varygood gritted his teeth, pulled out half of the broken scepter from his pocket, and handed it over with a pained expression.
"My lord, this is a sacred relic passed down through generations of high priests of Qirui City. Although it was broken just now, a trace of sacred aura still remains inside."
"You could use it as a flashlight, it would be excellent."
Chen You glanced at the broken piece of wood that didn't even bother to pop up a system prompt, and then slammed the Jade Emperor Sword onto the bluestone floor.
The sword blade easily sliced through the stone slab, producing a harsh scraping sound.
"Do you think I look like a junk collector?"
"Please calm down, sir!" Varygood was so frightened that he quickly stuffed the broken piece of wood back into his arms.
His eyes darted around, and suddenly he remembered something, so he quickly called out, "The mark! Yes, the mark! Sir, weren't you collecting the city lord's mark?"
Chen You paused.
Seeing an opportunity, Vary Goode quickly stepped forward: "Sir, I'll build you another one! Double happiness!"
Chen You stared at him for a full ten seconds.
This charlatan has probably lost his mind; continuing this is just a waste of time.
"Alright." Chen You was too lazy to look at that old face anymore, so he turned around and flew away on his sword.
A golden sword light ripped through the sky, leaving only a single sentence drifting on the wind: "Keep that piece of wood for yourself as firewood."
Vary Goode looked up as the sword light disappeared into the clouds, let out a long sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Lord City Lord," a Templar Knight approached and asked in a low voice, "Don't we still have the autumn tax revenue that was just collected in our treasury?"
"Shut up!" Varygood glared at him, straightened his crooked crown, and regained his charlatan's majesty.
"Is that called tax? That's called the Reconstruction Fund of the Source God! Don't you know the rules?"
……
Hidden Star City.
When Chen You stepped out of the teleportation array, it felt like he had entered another world.
Huge holographic projection screens are hung on the exterior walls of buildings lining both sides of the street.
On the screen, various bizarre NPCs and players' campaign slogans are playing on a loop.
"Pick me! Pick me! The fastest blade in the Origin Realm, giving you a unique cutting experience!"
"A smoky voice, a rare find among the lark clans, will sing a requiem for you in the dark night! Please vote for number 69!"
On the main road, players and NPCs mingled together, waving glow sticks and shouting the names of their respective idols.
The roadside stalls no longer sell medicine and equipment; they've all been replaced with support light boards, autographed posters, and virtual bouquets for ranking purposes.
Chen You took a deep breath.
This is all the mess he made.
He bypassed the frenzied crowd and headed straight for the city lord's mansion.
The gates of the city lord's mansion were wide open, and deafening music emanated from within.
Chen You stepped inside.
In the center of the hall, Sander, who is over two meters tall, stands with his back to the door.
Black vest, gray overalls, middle parting hair.
She was facing a huge full-length mirror with her back to the door, wildly twisting her waist.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Pay attention to the timing! Get your emotions pumping! Your eyes should be fierce!"
While calling out the beat to himself, Sander suddenly turned around and made an extremely exaggerated hip thrust.
Then he pointed his right hand to the sky and struck what he thought was a cool freeze-frame pose.
"tutor!"
Sander saw Chen You in the full-length mirror.
She turned around abruptly, her eyes flashing with fanatical light.
It rushed over like a gust of wind.
"Mentor! You've finally arrived!" Sander grabbed Chen You's hand, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Please help me check. Was my frozen gaze cold enough? Did it pierce the fans' souls in an instant?"
Chen You forcefully pulled his hand back and wiped it on his clothes.
"Let's put the instructions aside for now." Chen You took out the contract silk. "I'm in a hurry, let's stamp this first."
Sander glanced at the cloth and decisively shook his head.
"no."
Chen You frowned: "Why?"
"Art allows no room for distraction." Sander said solemnly, as if he were discussing some profound principle.
"Tonight is the audition. Right now, all I can think about is positioning, flow, and stage presence."
"Any mundane worldly matters can disrupt my peace of mind."
Chen You gritted his teeth: "Stamping a document only takes a second."
"One second is enough for me to forget an eight-beat movement," Sander said righteously.
Chen You took a deep breath.
He longed to draw the Jade Emperor Sword and cleave this madman in two.
But he held back.
This guy is a fanatic now, completely irrational.
"Okay." Chen You put away the cloth. "After the preliminary selection ends tonight, you can stamp it."
"No problem." Sander grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Then she changed the subject, "Now that my tutor is here, please help me check my finishing moves."
"I always feel like something's missing."
Chen You turned and left.
"Mentor!" Sander stepped forward, blocking the doorway.
Its two-meter-tall body is like a wall.
"You taught me that the spirit of a trainee for two and a half years is to strive for perfection."
"You cannot abandon your students."
Chen You looked at Sander's rugged face, which was full of thirst for knowledge, and sighed helplessly.
"Okay, you practice it once."
Sander was overjoyed and immediately ran back to the center of the field.
The music is ringing.
Sander began her performance.
His dribbling movements were wide and sweeping, and each slap made the ground tremble.
This was followed by his signature shoulder shrug, which, combined with his exaggerated muscles, created a very impactful image.
"How is it?" Sander asked expectantly.
"It's too hard." Chen You rubbed his temples.
"What did I tell you?"
"The essence of an idol lies in contrast."
"The contrast between the two is endearing, you know?"
Sander took out his notebook and began to take careful notes.
"How exactly do you create a 'gap moe' (a cute, contrasting aesthetic) effect?"
Chen You pointed at Sander's face: "Does your brain even remember anything?"
"How many times have I told you, restrain your murderous aura and bow your head slightly?"
"Then, bite your lower lip, and let your eyes convey a sense of three parts dazedness and seven parts vulnerability."
Chen You couldn't help but wonder if some of the NPC's memories had been reset as soon as he left.