Chapter 1400 - 343: Prophecy (Part 3)

Chapter 1400: Chapter 343: Prophecy (Part 3)

Everyone could tell Xue Three still had more to say.

At the same time, everyone was even clearer on one thing: among the Demon King crew, only Xue Three and Mo Wan still hadn’t advanced.

"My lord, let me top up your tea."

Xue Three stood up and poured tea.

Then Xue Three sat back down again, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:

"Thank you, my lord."

"Thank me for what?" Lord Zheng said with some amusement. "It was never a certain thing to begin with. Even if you want to nip things in the bud, this is a bit overboard."

"My lord, in the past, your subordinate felt that you, as a person, were actually quite..."

"Quite what?"

"Sometimes very ruthless, sometimes kind of saintly."

"So that’s how it is." Lord Zheng took a sip of tea. "I think so too. But put that way, it’s not quite accurate. It should be called keeping work and life separate."

"But this time, your subordinate feels you’ve always had a scale in your heart."

"That’s laying it on way too thick. It’s not that serious."

"Honestly, the few of us—if we were each scattered around living our own lives in this world—there’s no way we’d be this... well-behaved."

"Well-behaved?"

"It’s not that you’ve tamed us, my lord. It’s that with you here, even when we’re running wild and free, at the very least there’s a benchmark we can see before us.

If you weren’t here, my lord, we’d probably still miss the days we lived together, because our views are similar, our taste is similar. Even beasts know to live in packs—so what about us?

As long as someone is human, as long as they’re alive, they’ll instinctively want to seek out a circle to belong to.

But the seven of us wanting to stay together forever—that’s impossible. To be honest, liking being together is one thing, but we really look down on each other."

Lord Zheng nodded, kept listening, and did his best to get himself into the right headspace.

The ladies behind the red curtains, when they sense a customer is about to arrive, will deliberately let out a few moans, squeeze in a few more thrusts, hurry up and finish the water so they can take the next client.

That’s experience.

Same principle here: Lord Zheng has been flattered and fawned over this many rounds that he’s developed this kind of experience too, and from that experience comes foresight.

Yeah,

granted, comparing himself to a courtesan behind the red curtains is a bit off, but how to put it—it’s pretty damn vivid.

Right now,

Xue Three was clearly in his feelings; he was almost there.

"Before, I used to wonder: if we just live our lives for real, that’s enough, so why do we need an extra ’my lord’ like you? Especially when, in the beginning, my lord really gave off this little-cute-guy vibe.

Granted, my lord’s pace of growth has been fast. Looking at you now, my lord, and then thinking back to you a few years ago, it’s almost like you’re not the same person.

But,

but your subordinate really doesn’t like playing any raising-someone-up type of game. Because for me, there’s no sense of achievement, and it takes way too much time.

Maybe the Blind One likes it, because he likes to influence people; maybe Siniang likes it, because she probably isn’t interested in any other men; maybe A Cheng likes it too, because right now you’re the best fighter among us.

If you were willing to learn how to taste wine, my lord, A Ming would probably love that as well.

But I’m different. What I like, my tastes, you wouldn’t like, my lord, and I’m not willing to waste too much effort cultivating something or doing some long-term project.

Before, I did it while pinching my nose.

Last time, after going to Chu State, I stayed in Liang State for a long time. Just like I said when I first came back—I missed you so much.

Actually, it’s not that I missed you specifically. It’s that when I started feeling bored in Liang State, I began to miss everyone more and more. But I wouldn’t think of anyone in particular, because each one of them, every single one, is full of disgusting bad habits and fake pretentious crap.

So what I probably miss is that kind of atmosphere, when everyone gathers together and stays together.

Everyone working together, adventuring together, farming together, developing together, piling up a pyramid or building a throne together;

and I also like the daily mutual roasting and running gags whenever we see each other.

All of this exists because you exist, my lord. You’re the bond that ties us together. It’s not just as simple as relying on you so we can restore our strength."

Lord Zheng looked at Xue Three, who was speaking with a straight face, and for some reason really wanted to laugh;

but to avoid ruining the mood, he held it in, with some difficulty, so his facial expression turned a bit stiff—or you could call it grave.

Xue Three solemnly knelt to Zheng Fan,

and made a proper bow.

"My lord."

In the next instant,

San’er’s aura suddenly turned gloomy, and a phantom appeared over his body. After a brief flicker, it overlapped and sank back in.

Xue Three grinned and laughed.

Lord Zheng finally didn’t have to keep holding it in anymore; he burst out laughing.

Phew,

it was finally done.

To be honest, the fundamental reason Xue Three stayed in Liang State so long was to help Lord Zheng handle the follow-up and clean-up for stealing the princess; so it’s hard to say whether his advancement this time was all earned credit naturally coming to fruition, or thanks to that bout of heartfelt realization just now.

"My lord, please rest. Your subordinate will take his leave."

"Mm, congratulations."

"Many thanks, my lord."

"Oh right, Prince Jingnan wants to transfer a batch of craftsmen from me to go help out an allied force. Since you’re back, you’ll lead the team."

"Yes, my lord."

Xue Three walked out of the reception hall, and once he reached the courtyard he started hopping up and down, then did a spin jump in mid-air with his eyes closed.

When he landed, he realized the Blind One was standing by the doorway.

Seeing the Blind One, Xue Three was instantly pissed, and cursed:

"Fuck, Blind One, you actually dared to egg my lord on to kill my woman just now!"

The Blind One smiled carelessly,

and said:

"My lord wouldn’t kill her. Our lord’s not that lacking in magnanimity."

"Then you......"

"If I don’t say it that way, where would your follow-up ’deeply moved’ moment come from? Look—sure enough, you advanced."

"So I’m supposed to thank you?"

"Of course, if you still have a conscience."

"Thank you my ass!"

"Heh heh. So, you really got a thing for her?"

"If you guys spend more time with her, you’ll change the way you see her too."

"That sentence stinks of sourness."

"Who was it that fed me this crap back then, huh? Every time you bring this up I get mad!"

"Heh heh. By the way, what do you think—could that prophecy be true?"

"Didn’t everyone already talk this through before?"

"This is us chatting in private. I feel like that prophecy might actually be true."

"Anyway, if it’s not true then it’s false. Only two options." Xue Three said carelessly.

The Blind One shook his head,

and said:

"No, there’s a third."

"What?"

"Tell me, is it possible that the prophecy is true, but nowhere does it say that the Demon King mentioned in the prophecy has to be us?"

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Thanks to classmate ’I Am Greater’ for becoming the 137th Alliance Leader of *Devil Descends*.

There’ll be more tonight.