Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 665 - 278. Song Without Words

Chapter 665: 278. Song Without Words

"Such a dilapidated place..."

Although prepared mentally, when strolling on the streets and surveying the surroundings, Caramel Snail couldn’t help but complain about everything in sight.

The sunset was fading, Ziluo sun sinking low.

The weather was like a sewer, exuding a gloomy dampness and cold, the damp air mixing with machine oil and a sinister scent, and the asphalt road deteriorating due to lack of maintenance, revealing the grey concrete beneath, with yellow mud footprints and uneven ditches scattered across the ground.

The people’s attire also looked very outdated, seemingly due to the materials not being warm enough, everyone was wrapped up tightly, and the women not satisfied with just wrapping headscarves around themselves, wished they could also wrap up their ankles, and men were no exception, each wearing masks.

The level of technology also lagged far behind, living conditions seemed like the Industrial Era at first glance, but compared to Azure Star they’re considered advanced civilizations.

"Ziluo Star is such, over here, The Church holds the dominant status, professional skills, occupational division, commercial activities, are all under the strict control of the local church."

Li Aozi slowly stepped down from the rental carriage, the driver’s daughter looking at him with reluctance.

"Will we meet again?"

The driver’s daughter gazed at Li Aozi with deep affection, unable to resist asking.

"That, I don’t know, maybe you can ask the wind, it will tell you my news."

Li Aozi brushed her off with a comment, which only made the driver’s daughter even more smitten, her eyes almost drowning in a river of love.

"Speaking of which, how should I pay the fare..."

As Li Aozi was ready to give money to pay, the driver immediately waved his hand:

"No, no, to have carried such a beauty like you, is an honor for us."

The driver had sized up his two passengers along the way; the taller man (Caramel Snail), albeit mature-looking and burly, spoke with simple honesty, appearing to be a brawny warrior, at best, he guessed, just a thug or a retinue.

And this graceful beautiful young man, slender and soft-skinned, with a stunning appearance that completely erases gender differences, though dressed simply, whether in his disciplined demeanor or his conduct, he reveals a level of education not low, the very model of a noble young master.

A bodyguard accompanying a young master—such a typical combination, to be acquainted with such people was akin to making a connection with fate.

"Alright then."

Li Aozi nodded, not insisting on paying.

After all, he truly didn’t have a penny on him.

As the carriage trundled away on the muddy roads, Li Aozi and Caramel Snail began to leisurely stroll through this small city called ’Tranquility’.

"By the way, how do you know their language?"

"This body comes with the magic enchantment of ’Language Comprehension’ built in; it maintains its power through the flow of blood."

"Where do you say we should look for people?" Caramel Snail asked curiously, "This broken place doesn’t even have a sparrow, right next to the city is a swamp, next to the swamp is a mire, and we can only watch big crocodiles bare their teeth."

"Haven’t you read any novels? Taverns are great places to gather information and gossip. Many criminal investigations ultimately find their breakthroughs in a bar."

Li Aozi dismissed it.

"Uh, I’m actually curious, why always a tavern?"

"Because people like to boast when they drink too much, and if they can’t share something they’ve done, it will be painful," Li Aozi made an analogy, "Like if today you did a great job, and someone wants to give you a gift..."

"Hehe, how did you know my friend is going to give me an ice cream maker?"

"You see, humans are like that, they can’t keep secrets."

Li Aozi shrugged:

"How does that saying go again? Being prosperous and not showing off is like walking in brocade at night."

"Is that the saying? I didn’t finish college, don’t fool me."

"Close enough, you should trust my one-year master’s degree."

Initially, Caramel Snail thought Li Aozi really needed him as a bodyguard.

But now it seemed, he might have just found it too boring to come alone.

The construction of the city was crude and backward, and lacked any exotic cultural elements; had it not been for Li Aozi’s ability to joke and jest, Caramel Snail would have grown bored already.

However, although the two of them felt unimpressed, for the city, their arrival was like a storm passing through, quickly sweeping over the entire region.

"Look quickly, those two foreigners..."

When Li Aozi walked on the street like he owned it, he was almost no different than a magnet dropped into a pile of nails, all eyes were firmly focused on him.

Although Caramel Snail’s ’Charm’ attribute wasn’t low, a full 60 points, making him a handsome guy elsewhere, but next to Li Aozi’s radiantly beautiful face, he completely became like greenery that sets off the flowers.

"He is so beautiful, is he a star from somewhere?"

"I’ve only seen such beauties in silent films, no, not even actresses like Matilda and Daphine can compare to him."

"He hasn’t said anything, but I feel like his eyes have already recited many a love poem to me."

"My God, I want to tattoo his beauty onto my heart."

"Don’t be silly, child, such natural beauty cannot be captured by any artist."

Due to Li Aozi’s overpowering charm, people from all over the city flocked to catch a glimpse, turning the once quiet streets into bustling thoroughfares jam-packed with people entranced by his beauty, with no shortage of onlookers standing and staring dumbly in place.

Some people were walking along and would smash right into a lamp post, still stupidly staring at Li Aozi’s retreating figure.

"Take these cookies! I baked them myself!"

"Try mine, try mine, I put all my love and hard work into these!"

"Get lost, lady, scoot over; don’t fight us big guys over a man."

They hadn’t even finished walking down one street when Caramel Snail was already laden with various gifts and foods—no exaggeration, they could eat for a month and still have surplus.

"What kind of fan frenzy is this..." Caramel Snail complained. "Haven’t they seen a beautiful person before?"

"This body has a mix of Yawen’s genes; the charm should have dropped significantly." Li Aozi gently pinched his own cheek and said indifferently, "It’s probably because The Church has suppressed them for too long, resulting in a change in what people pursue."

"But look, there’s a nightclub here where they dance the night away." Caramel Snail pointed to a disco that hadn’t opened yet on the side of the road, "They shouldn’t be lacking entertainment, right?"

"What’s played inside has been vetted, only allowing music about love between men and women to be aired, or purely mind-dazzling electronica. You could see it as The Church’s tacit approval of anesthetic."

"So, are you looking for rock and roll, known for its rebellious and flamboyant nature?"

"Something like that. If the Baizhu Star wants to get out of its financial woes, it definitely needs what he’s got."

Li Aozi and Caramel Snail’s conversation went unheard by others, and it was at this moment that Caramel Snail realized Li Aozi’s true purpose.

"So you’ve come for the money..."

"Discussing this in the middle of the street isn’t appropriate."

Li Aozi glanced at the crowd that had been following and watching from the street windows and deliberately said out loud:

"It’s too noisy outside, I really want to find a place to rest quietly."

As soon as he said this, a few figures squeezed out from the crowd, and after a heated argument, a greasy, powdered man emerged victorious, hurrying over to Li Aozi.

"Gentlemen from afar."

The man extended a business card, smiling respectfully:

"I heard you were looking for a quiet place, why don’t you come to our establishment to rest for a bit? Let us show you the warm hospitality of Tranquility City."

The business card’s gilded lettering was a bit dazzling, looking like the name of some high-end hotel.

"Oh, look at me, rambling on. I mean, it’s getting late, how about staying at our hotel? We’ll arrange a five-star suite and exquisite cuisine for you."

Caramel Snail hadn’t reacted yet, but Li Aozi smoothly took the business card, hands in his pockets, turning his head to say to him:

"Let’s go, talk over there."

.........

Shh!

Xia Beiluo mixed the flour and set it aside to rest, licking the flour off her hands before reluctantly wiping them clean.

’It’s a pity that flour gets on my hands.’

But right now, Xia Beiluo had more important things to attend to.

She circumvented the kitchen, entered the garage, stealthily lowered the roller door, then double-locked it and turned on the garage lights. With her heart racing, she carefully took the "guitar" case from the magic puppet’s hands.

She cautiously set up a simple exorcism circle with salt and also dropped her own blood into it, enough to fend off evil spirits.

’I wonder what’s inside, could that guitar thing be a valuable treasure?’

How much will it sell for? Guessing by the time, maybe 50 or more than 100 years old?

That long of a time span, as long as it’s free from evil spirits, would fetch a good price on the black market. Of course, even if it was haunted by an evil spirit, The Church would still be interested, but there would be a 30% tax.

"Let’s see what this guitar is really made of!"

Xia Beiluo got excited, her hands trembling as she slowly unzipped the guitar case.

She swallowed hard.

What could it be? Gold? No, no, with this light weight, it couldn’t be any precious metal, right?

Oh no, there’s no solid feeling inside.

Eh, could it be some sort of calligraphy or artwork?

Her feelings were an emotional rollercoaster, continually rising and falling, only managed by self-hypnosis to avoid a heart attack.

Pfft—

"...Huh?"

Xia Beiluo took out a string instrument that looked like a violin but with different proportions, with sockets that seemed to require an electric connection to work.

"What’s this, a broken violin? How much can this be worth!"