novellaaa Chapter 285 You're Very Smart
Chapter 285 You're Very Smart
Chapter 289 You're Very Smart
Autumn July 5th.
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The next day.
The chiffon cake extravaganza has come to an end.
The temporary platform erected in the outer city square is being dismantled by city hall workers, truckload by truckload.
For the first time in a month, the Chiffon Inner City was quiet at dusk, with no distant drumbeats or cheers.
But quiet does not mean deserted.
A long queue formed in front of the registration window at the city hall, stretching from the counter in the lobby all the way to the window of the clothing store across the street.
Most of them wore the same expression: not the novelty of watching a spectacle, but the anticipation of finally making a decision and fearing they would miss it if they arrived late.
The statistics sheet that Wendy had just brought was spread out on Richard's desk.
Over the past few days, more than a thousand free citizens have officially submitted their citizenship applications. Many others have gone back to pick up their families and plan to return before winter.
Although it only has a little over a thousand members, its significance is extraordinary, marking that chiffon collars have become standardized in all aspects.
The other nobles went home last night.
Before leaving, Richard gave each family a necklace, ordinary jewelry made by a jeweler, which he enchanted with non-offensive magical properties using iridium crops.
In theory, there are plenty of these kinds of jewelry available, and they can be mass-produced, making them perfect as return gifts.
Besides these, jams and juices are delivered truckload by truckload.
Upon receiving the gift, Baron Thorn and the others couldn't contain their excitement, repeatedly praising the richness of the chiffon cake.
Richard was absolutely generous when it came to gift-giving, cultivating his circle of aristocrats to make things easier for him in the future.
correct.
The champion of the Extraordinary Competition is Celia.
This result was not unexpected to its own people, but it was a huge shock to the nobles and free citizens who came to watch the game.
Celia has been promoted to Flower Language Swordswoman, and her agility is twice that of other extraordinary opponents of the same level. Many opponents are struck in the throat by the tip of the sword before they even have a chance to raise their swords.
However, the final victory was not easy either.
Her opponent was also a high-level transcendent being with extremely rich combat experience, and after a few exchanges, he figured out her movement patterns.
Celia, being a newcomer to the sport, lacked the practical experience of her opponent. Within a few exchanges, her weaknesses were exploited, and she was nearly forced off the edge of the ring.
Faced with this situation, she simply stopped pretending and directly used her area-of-effect attack skill, Flower Domain Fall, to regain the initiative.
In an instant, ten thousand petals formed from sword light poured down, enveloping the entire arena in a dazzling and breathtaking sword shadow!
The opponent stood in the center of the sea of flowers, surrounded by sword light from all directions, each one carrying a deadly edge, leaving no room to dodge. In the end, he had no choice but to jump off the stage and admit defeat.
This move is not only beautiful and elegant, but also extremely aggressive.
It instantly shocked tens of thousands of viewers!
When asked by other nobles, Richard smiled and said that she had awakened an extraordinary talent related to flowers.
Melanie's envious eyes were practically spitting fire.
In her view, Chiffon was like a blessed land, with such a small population, yet some people were able to awaken their talents.
And they're so pleasing to the eye!
Ordinary competitive events present a different picture.
There were no extraordinary participants; it was just a group of ordinary people on stage competing with each other based on their physical abilities and unorthodox skills, daring to use any underhanded tricks they could think of.
There was a butcher who, relying on his massive muscles, spun his arms like windmills, leaving his opponents no opening to retaliate.
One of the grooms was forced to the edge of the ring. In desperation, he crouched down and delivered a groin strike!
Goodness, that's ruthless!
The butcher screamed like a newly castrated pig.
The fact that they could shout indicated that the problem wasn't serious, but the audience kept booing, while the women turned their heads away and laughed incessantly.
Richard was speechless, but the thugs on Earth always aimed for vital points first, which was indeed very effective.
Of course, rules still need to be in place.
When the coachman was kicked off the stage by the referee, he was still very dissatisfied and grumbled, saying, "Isn't it enough that we can win?"
As a result, when the servant made a move to whip him, he shrank back and dared not utter a sound.
The commotion subsided, and it was time to head to Hanshan to settle accounts. However, before that, they needed to deal with the Bailu family's affairs.
Outside the south of the city.
Three hundred Imperial Guards rode in formation on unicorns, their snow-white coats glistening in the autumn sun, their four hooves silently burning with white flames.
Richard stood at the front of the line, calmly looking at Cecilia, who had just been whipped.
She was sentenced to ten lashes, but the punishment was not publicized; it was carried out by female soldiers in the backyard of the bar court.
As a pampered noblewoman, she had never experienced anything like this before; one can only imagine how she felt.
Each lash felt like it was hitting her bones, and she screamed in agony.
After the execution, Richard instructed the Apostle of Life to treat her, and the wound healed completely, leaving no scars.
At this moment, her eyes were swollen badly, not from pain, but from something else.
Richard looked at her expressionlessly: "You're smart, but you shouldn't try to outsmart me, especially not me."
Cecilia's eyes reddened again. She bit her lower lip and held back for a while before whispering, "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I just admire you so much that I tried so hard to get your attention. Please don't hate me, okay?"
Richard remained unmoved by her pitiful appearance, simply taking a gift box from Im's hand and presenting it to her.
"Please pass this on to Viscount White Heron and convey Chiffon's greetings to him."
This was a gift for White Egret: a bottle of Venus wine and a letter he had personally written to Viscount White Egret.
The letter was very politely worded:
First, he praised Bailuling for making timely payments on its grain orders, and then he complimented Cecilia for her outstanding dancing skills and natural talent.
Unfortunately, she made a moment of folly and disregarded the laws of chiffon, so she had to be given a minor punishment; otherwise, the championship would have been hers for sure.
At the end, he specifically mentioned: "I had intended to personally visit Bailuling to share a drink with the Viscount, but unfortunately, I am preoccupied with the arson incident at Hanshan and cannot get away. I am extremely sorry."
From the lord's perspective, Richard didn't want to ruin things with the entire White Heron family because of Cecilia alone.
The Qifeng Trading Company still needs to sell its grain orders, and the two companies will continue to deal with each other in the future, so they can't skimp on the necessary courtesy.
But this courtesy is for the egret, not for Cecilia.
He handed her the gift box, climbed onto the unicorn, and didn't look at her again from beginning to end.
At the same time, the three hundred guards pulled on the reins, and the unicorn's white flames suddenly soared into the air, propelling the entire procession into the sky and galloping southward.
The thunderous hoofbeats and the resulting wind pressure caused the withered grass on the ground to bend over in large patches.
Target: Cold Mountain Territory!
Cecilia held the gift box, watching Richard's departing figure, her heart heavy with anxiety.
Tears finally rolled down her cheeks when the three hundred-odd clusters of white flames transformed into a thin trail of light on the horizon and completely disappeared above the clouds.
She squatted on the ground like a helpless little girl, burying her face in the surface of the gift box lid, and sobs leaked out from the cracks in the box.
sorry...
I truly know I was wrong.
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