My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 797 - 445: Abalone Club - 4

Chapter 797: Chapter 445: Abalone Club - 4

The Nanni people were naturally short, ugly, and after they converted to the Red Barbarians’ system, they had all sorts of side effects from promotions, becoming even uglier. All of their Sixth Realm females could be eliminated.

In the end, only two people met the requirements. One was a Sixth Realm junior saint called "Renee" from the Nine Witch Demon Court. If she hid inside Great Wu, she would definitely carry a treasure that could conceal her demon aura.

Another one was the opponent that Owen Bertram least wanted to face: Sangdao National Teacher!

However, Sangdao National Teacher was a Seventh Realm, while the host of the Qin Dynasty was a Sixth Realm –- but it was precisely this loophole that allowed Mr. Sun to be almost certain that this woman was the National Teacher!

A Sixth Realm wouldn’t dare to go to another country on their own; the risk was too great, and they would be encircled and fallen.

On the contrary, the National Teacher was a Seventh Realm, so she must have also refined a clone. That clone should be exactly in the Sixth Great Realm! Losing one clone, as long as the gains were big enough, was bearable for a Seventh Realm Supreme.

Mr. Sun’s cold sweat almost came down: I went to the Southern Border and was robbed by the National Teacher?!

However, after Mr. Sun’s brief scare, he immediately saw the opportunity: if the National Teacher’s clone could be killed... yes, yes, yes, perfect.

If it were an "ordinary" Sixth Great Realm, Mr. Sun would get it done. But a Seventh Realm’s clone might be weaker than a true Sixth Realm, but they had the vision and experience of a Seventh Realm, often harder to deal with than a true Sixth Realm.

Moreover, the National Teacher’s clone had already hooked up with the Emperor, and suddenly she disappeared, or rather, Mr. Sun suddenly revealed that she was a spy from another country... the Emperor would definitely be suspicious, and Mr. Sun was so bold as to secretly monitor him!

Mr. Sun was indeed bold, but he did not want to let the Emperor know so soon.

...

The next day, His Majesty got up early and ate Pill Cuisine prepared by Bennett Basil. The ingredients were hunted by His Majesty himself yesterday, but it was obvious that he had no appetite now. He then looked at the time, and there was more than one shichen until the appointed time!

His Majesty ordered the Flying Carriage Palaces to be prepared, but did not issue a decree to set off. He paced back and forth, glancing at the sundial from time to time.

Finally, when the time arrived, the Emperor waved his hand: "You guys go to Copper Gorge first, Uncle, Bennett Basil, come with me to listen to the qin and take leave!"

This reason was not thought through at all; how could going hunting justify a farewell ceremony?

Old Uncle and Bennett Basil knew what His Majesty wanted to do, but they dared not expose him and accompanied him. At this time, an eunuch reported: "Your Majesty, Mr. Sun seeks an audience."

The Emperor walked out just in time to meet Owen Bertram waiting outside and took him along on the spot: "Mr. Sun, you came just in time, come with me."

"Your servant obeys."

On the way there, the Emperor’s soul was restless, and Owen Bertram observed with cold eyes. When they arrived at the Qin shop, Mr. Sun saw the charm of the so-called "elegant art" for the first time today; the shop was already crowded with people dressed in gold and silver, all pretending to be "like-minded" regardless of whether they could understand the music or not.

These "like-minded" people were also divided into different levels. The space in the qin shop was limited, and there were only six chairs, five of which were already occupied. The only empty seat was the one closest to the bamboo curtain. The rest of the people could only stand outside the shop, and the positions near the door and windows were obviously more sought-after. The people who could stand there were better dressed and looked more valuable.

In the farthest place, there were some young men craning their necks to look inside, all of them handsome young scholars. Mr. Sun despised these fellows, a group of lazy ghosts who didn’t want to work hard. They didn’t even look in the mirror, without the beauty of this lord, how could they find a place in this world?

The Emperor marched straight in and sat down on the first seat without any objection. But Mr. Sun looked around and found that the place was crowded with people; he couldn’t possibly join the ranks of those young men who didn’t want to work hard, could he?

He quietly asked Bennett Basil, who explained: "The seats in the qin shop are priced at three thousand Spirit Jade for the front row daily. His Majesty’s seat has an additional thousand on top."

"The back row is two thousand per seat.

The positions near the door and windows outside the shop are priced at eight hundred per day, and the other positions vary between five hundred and three hundred. The farthest ones are not valuable."

"There are some merchants around here who come every day to reserve seats in advance and then sell them to these people, earning a lot of extra income."

Mr. Sun was secretly dissatisfied; the Flying Bear Army fought bravely on the front lines, and the reward for a first-arrival achievement was only a thousand Spirit Jade, while the compensation for the fallen was only five hundred. It wasn’t even worth a day’s expenses for a beauty behind the curtains!

Moreover, Mr. Sun found it strange that the Uncle didn’t worry about His Majesty’s safety; he didn’t believe that the Uncle couldn’t see that the host was a Sixth Great Realm.

Uncle noticed Mr. Sun’s gaze, shook his head with a bitter smile, and whispered, "His Majesty wouldn’t let me in because he thinks I’ll interfere with his romantic pursuits."

Mr. Sun felt a pang of pain; it seemed like something only our Emperor could do.