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(MC POV)
"End of year festival?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
I was seated in Sect Master Long's courtyard, drinking tea with him on a clear, sunny day.
"Yes," Sect Master Long nodded. "You remember we do have a celebration at the end of every year, right?"
"I know that... But isn't it just an event where you say a few words of thanks? At most we might have a few visitors from the nearby Minor Sects and villages to celebrate the new year with us… But I don't remember it being a festival?"
The Sect Master took a sip of his tea, "That would be the case in the past, yes. But because of you and your disciples' performance during the Sect Showcase Festival, there's quite a number of Grand Sects that have sent a request to attend our New Year celebrations. So I thought it might be a good idea for us to organise a larger form of celebration this time."
I nodded, "Alright then, if that's the case, what do you need me for?"
"Before that, how is that Diao Chan girl doing?"
"She's fine. It's already been three days since I've officially took her in as a disciple and she's adapting well."
"Umu… I take it she shows just as much potential as your other disciples?"
I tilted my head slightly at him, wondering what exactly he was looking for.
"She's very strict of herself in her studies," I told him after pretending to think for a moment. "She wants me to punish her for every mistake she makes and she learns better because of it."
"Really? A very studious student indeed…" He commented while picking up his tea cup. "So she's actually a Practitioner as well?"
Ah I see, he's probably interested in knowing what made her special in the first place.
But unfortunately for him, since he had called me just before I was going to take my afternoon nap, I'm not in the mood to give him a thorough explanation about Witches and what not.
"Hmmm… Her situation is a bit special, but I suppose she could be considered one."
Sect Master Long paused in his action of taking another sip of his tea, "Oh? I'm very interested in hearing about this special situation of hers?"
I feigned an innocent smile, "I'm not very sure of it myself, she just has a little more difficulty in manipulating Elemental Quarks than others."
"Hmm… Why don't you tell me what you know? As unqualified as I may be, I might still be able to provide Master Lin with some insights to her condition?"
I want to go back to bed already...
"Ah, I shouldn't trouble Sect Master with this, I can handle her on my own."
"Ahahaha! No need to worry Master Lin, I'm quite free today."
Then go suck some duck eggs or something! Just because you're free doesn't mean I am, you know?!
"Oh, I'd rather not comment on something I am not entirely sure of yet. Besides, I believe we were talking about how the new year festival will be organised? Are you planning on assigning me as the organiser?"
Sect Master Long shook his head, "Oh no, I know Master Lin is quite busy--"
Then why are you bothering me?!
"-- so I already have some other people managing it. I just wanted to let you know about the event since I have no doubt you will be approached by members of other Sects during that time."
You interrupted my afternoon nap and brought me all the way here just to tell me this?
Couldn't you have just sent a note to me saying 'Big New Year celebration this year. Go and network.' instead?!
"Oh I see," I nodded, pretending to be unperturbed by him.
"Though I say that, I think the people in charge would still approach you to ask about event ideas, hahaha!" He laughed, as though he didn't just push the problem on to me.
Damn it. I could already see them coming to me and begging for ideas to make this event successful. There's less than two weeks before the deadline after all.
Oh whatever, I'll just throw them some ideas that I've seen in the festivals of the other world at them. Whether they can make it or not will be their problem.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for informing me, Sect Master."
"Umu, it's no problem at all. Then--"
I gasped and interrupted him, looking down at my empty wrist, "Oh would you look at the time? Time really flies when you're not paying attention! I apologize Sect Master, but I really should be going. I need to make lesson plans for my disciples."
"Huh? Eh? Oh, umm… I see… Very well then, I'll see you out."
"Oh no need, Sect Master. I wouldn't want to trouble you so much, I'll just see myself out. Thank you for the tea!"
I made an exaggerated bow before speed walking out of his courtyard. As soon as I was out of sight, I teleported myself into my room, crashing straight into my bed.
Phew. Good thing I managed to run out of there before he pushes even more responsibilities on me. I have a feeling if I had stayed there for even a second longer, he might even ask me to put on a performance as an opening event or something.
Whatever, time to sleep. I still have another lesson with Diao Chan later.
Her progress in learning is really astounding though. I guess she wasn't lying when she said she learns better with the carrot and stick method, only that she would like it that there was more stick than the carrot.
Well, whatever works for her I guess, I'm not one who would judge another person's learning methods.
Just as I was getting comfortable in bed, a knocking sound rang out from my door.
"Master Lin? Are you there? It's Kou Riar, I've got a few messages for you."
I sighed heavily, debating with myself if I should just pretend I'm not home.
"Master Lin? There's a number of important letters here I need to pass to you…"
I cursed under my breath as I got out of bed, making my way towards the entrance.
I pulled open my doors, staring down at the messenger boy.
"Ah, Master Lin! I've been looking for you, got some letters I'm supposed to deliver, your hands only."
I raised an eyebrow at him, "You could've just left it in my mailbox."
"Mailbox?"
"Ah sorry, forgot we didn't have those, gimme them."
Kou Riar handed me the letters enthusiastically, "I guess that's it, gotta go."
The messenger sped off out of my courtyard.
Weird guy.
I sat down at my table, resigned that everything is out to keep me away from my siesta today.
The first letter was from Elder Xu, telling me how talented Eris's swordsmanship was and how honored he was to be able to teach her.
'EriS is a vEry good studeNt. She is very Determined and a Hard worker in training hEr sword arts. I am pLeased to be able to teach her and you do not have to worry about anything. Rest assured, she will be very ProficieNt in her swOrd arts When she returns. I am ProbabLy learning juSt as much as she is as well.'
I noted the rather shaky handwriting on the letter. I attributed the cause to be muscle cramps from training Eris, she can be quite a wild one when she goes all out. I know that from personal experience.
I guess I'll send some muscle ointment to him after the week is done as thanks for taking care of her.
Still, I wonder why he went out of his way to send me a letter about this?
The second letter was from the Fiery Flames Sect. Apparently it is just an announcement they had sent out to all the other Sects announcing about the deaths of two of their Sect Members. They are demanding for the perpetrator to step forward and admit their crimes while asking the other Sects for aid in seeking justice.
I scoffed, as if the killer would just step forward and admit that they killed them. I'm pretty sure with the bodies' memories wiped they won't be able to prove whoever they accused did the deed unless they have other concrete proof.
Do they think the world is that convenient?
These people are weird.
The third letter was from the Golden Auction house back in Jin city. Apparently they had a change in management and was just writing to inform 'important clientele' about it.
I promptly chucked the letter aside under 'spam'.
The last letter was just a blank piece of paper with two large words written in blood.
'WE KNOW'
Huh, didn't even have a hand print on it for aesthetics.
The paper joined the pile under 'spam' before the entire pile disintegrated into flames.
I can't believe I lost all this time for my afternoon nap because of these useless letters! What important letters? They're nothing but inconsequential stuff!
If I see that Kou Riar again, I'll make sure to strangle him.
"Papa..."
I looked up to see Cai Hong standing outside my room, rubbing her eyes sleepily while hugging the spare robe I gave her so long ago.
"What's wrong Cai Hong?" I asked, gesturing for her to come closer.
She stepped into the room, stretching her hand up towards me pleadingly.
I picked her up to sit on my lap.
"Is something wrong?" I repeated my question.
"Cai Hong miss… Papa..." Cai Hong muttered before promptly falling asleep in my arms, a hand clutching on my shirt tightly.
I sighed, resting my back against the table while cradling Cai Hong.
I suppose I'll just have to deal with the back pains from napping in this position later.


I was a genius in the Earthen Plane.

I was a cripple in the Spiritual Plane.

I was dead in the Cloud Plane.

After experiencing death in the form of dragon sneeze, I find myself back in my room in Earthen Plane where I was a genius.

I had been too focused on training myself in the past life. Now that I've been given a second chance, I should just enjoy my life to the fullest extent!

Instead of locking myself up in my room to cultivate, take in a few disciples so they can help take care of me!

Easy life is best life!

The other Planes suck anyway, I'll just lay back here and relax! All I need to do is to teach my dear disciples on the things I've learnt while they take care of me!

Huh?

What do you mean one of my disciples destroyed the Sinister Demon Sect last night? Do you not see how she's here massaging my shoulders now?

There's no way my disciple could have obliterated the all-powerful Xi Family, can't you see she's obediently pouring tea for me over there?

You must be delusional to even suggest my disciple could have flattened the impassable Death Mountains, just look at how cute she is taking a nap under the cherry blossom tree.

What do you mean my cute disciples are Yanderes?

***

Notes:

Side Stories in "My Cute (Yandere) Disciples' Side Stories"

One or more of the disciples may or may not have a tragic (depending on personal opinions) backstory that may or may not offend/disturb some readers (depending on your personal opinions/mental fortitude/openmindedness/morality/sexual orientation/real world knowledge/political agendas/reaction if someone gave you lemons/view on whether the Earth is flat or round, which I personally think it's neither and is actually a donut nom nom nom) which may or may not affect the rest of the story significantly. Consider yourself sufficiently warned.

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"Congratulations, Mr. Evans. You are the only junior-level arcanist I know whose first two papers passed the board’s review," said Lucy politely.
Lucien had to admit that he was already lucky that this paper could be approved by the board. If he had not attached his experiment report in the end of his paper, the board members might have directly rejected the paper. Now that the paper had passed the review, Lucien needed to find ways to help it get more attention.
This required that other arcanists could discover new elements following the ideas in his paper. Lucien tried to elaborate the ideas as clear as possible. He suggested to use spectrum analysis to study the aluminum-like element and to discover silicon-like element by investigating certain alchemical reaction, and Lucien even included the possible character of some mineral substances.
To have more arcanists who were interested in the paper, and to verify its correctness, Lucien needed to let more arcanists read this paper, and he would also conduct further experiments himself. Lucien was hoping that more sorcerers and arcanists would carefully recheck the ores they had.
Among all the influential journals, the ones which accepted papers of the school of Element were Arcana, Element, Alchemy, Holm Journal, Colette Arcana Theory and Common Arcana. However, among them, only Arcana, Element, Alchemy and Common Arcana accepted individual contribution.
Lucien would not consider other journals since they were not influential enough, and his ideal journal was of course Arcana, although he knew that his chances there were slim to none. Nevertheless, Lucien still wanted to give it a try.
"Thank you, Ms. Lucy." Lucien nodded and then left the office.
After chatting a bit with Cindy and Dona, Lucien got to know where the headquarter of the journal, Arcana, was. It was on the tenth floor.
Taking the magic elevator, Lucien stood on the silver round platform and smoothly rose up. Staring at the main hall down there, Lucien felt nervous and expectant.
When the elevator reached the ninth floor, Lucien pressed the button covered with yellow and green light. Then the silver platform started absorbing the light.
When the light was gone, the silver platform suddenly shook a bit and then stopped at the tenth floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, Lucien came to the main hall on this floor - the reception hall of the journal, Arcana.
The hall was grand but also quiet. The floor was paved with fine tiles.
Lucien walked to the reception desk, behind which there was a lady and a man. Lucien asked them politely, "Excuse me… I wonder how I can submit my paper here?"
The man stopped talking to the beautiful lady and turned to Lucien. After checking the badges Lucien was wearing, he looked serious, "May I ask if it’s your own paper? Or your friend’s or teacher’s paper?"
Both the man and the lady were wearing two-star arcana badges, their own nameplates, but no magic badge. Here in this place, everything was about arcana.
"Mr. Garvin, it’s my own paper." Lucien took a glance at his nameplate. The name, Garvin, was even more common than Lucien.
Garvin looked even more serious, and he said cut and dry, "Sorry, sir. We do not accept contribution from junior-rank arcanists."
"Is that right?" Lucien insisted, "I did not find this rule in the contribution regulation of Arcana."
Garvin was slightly pissed off. Although the journal did not make this rule explicit, the requirement did exist. In Garvin’s eyes, there was no way that a junior-rank arcanist could compete with other senior-rank arcanists or even grand arcanists.
"We did publish several papers from junior-rank arcanists before, but all these papers, when they were passing through the review of the board, were all rated as of great significance, and then we sent them our contribution invitation letters," explained the lady beside Garvin. "We never accepted any individual junior-rank arcanist’s contribution."
"But I’m not breaking the rules, right?" Lucien did not give up easily, "At least Arcana should review my paper first. If my paper was not qualified and thus got rejected, I would be totally fine with it."
"Then, sir, give me your paper, and since we’re only on the fourth day of the month, you’ll know the result right away," said Garvin swiftly, as he was already fed up with talking to Lucien.
"Thank you, sir." Lucien handed his paper to Garvin.
As soon as Garvin got his paper, he walked away and came to a quiet and empty corridor. Then, he started reading Lucien’s paper.
He was going to check Lucien’s paper himself first. If he could not be certain of the actual value of this paper, he would send it to the reviewing department, but otherwise he would directly turn the paper down himself.
At the very beginning, Garvin was reading very carefully, as the periodic table of elements looked very persuasive, but later, he sneered,
"Kidding… the atomic weight of Termirick is wrong? It was already corrected by several senior-rank arcanists several years ago, using different experiment methods. I can’t believe this paper even passed the review of the board…"
Termirick was an special composition element of soul.
Garvin stopped reading and came back to Lucien. As he handed the paper back to Lucien, he said, "The arcanist who reviewed your paper could not see any value in your paper, as the paper is full of problems! He could not even see how the paper passed the review!"
Lucien puckered his mouth a bit and knew that he had tried his best. He had no choice but to go back to the first floor, and there he sent his paper to the headquarter of Element in Rentato.
...
As Garvin said, at the beginning of month, the journals were not very busy. Three days later, Lucien received the letter from Element.
It was on Saturday, and the apprentices were studying in his place. After giving them more exercises to do, Lucien stood in the corner and opened the letter.
"Mr. Lucien Evans X,
"Your paper is worth of further discussion, but since there will be a conference in Rentato at the beginning of next month, our journal is going to publish all the conference papers. Therefore, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot publish your paper.
"Element, Friend of All Elemental and Alchemical Sorcerers,
"Jan. 6th, 817"
It was Lucien’s first rejection letter, and it was quite polite. Lucien knew that the conference was mainly their excuse, or the the journal would offer to publish the paper on the next issue.
Lucien had been through quite some difficulties recently, after the new year, so he carefully checked his Host Star of Destiny, but found it still remained quite blurry.
After assigning the apprentices with more work to do, Lucien headed for the headquarter of the congress and there he submitted his paper to Alchemy.
This time, the reviewing was much slower. Two weeks later, after Lucien’s failed experiments of discovering new elements had cost him two hundred points, he finally received the letter from Alchemy.
However, it was still a rejection letter. The journal even told Lucien not to submit this paper again as Lucien’s argument about atomic weight did not make sense.
Holding the rejection letter, Lucien felt a bit nervous. He was running out of time. If he could not publish the paper soon, Lucien would need to wait for another month.
Then, he visited the headquarter of Common Arcana in Allyn, and, for the third time, directly submitted the paper.
To his surprise, four days after, he received neither a rejection letter, nor an acceptance letter, but an invitation from a level four arcanist named Woods.
...
The headquarter of Common Arcana, in a bright office.
"I’m one of the reviewers of your bat experiment paper, Evans, and it was me who sent that invitation letter to you," said Woods sitting in the chair, smiling. Woods had light yellow, handlebar mustache.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Woods, for speaking highly of my paper. Otherwise, my paper would never be noticed by a grand arcanist," said Lucien sincerely.
"Then, that would be the great loss of the whole congress." Woods nodded kindly, "Mr. Fernando has already come up with the basic model of Thunder Eye, Fernando’s Lightning Smelter and Invisible Crematory. The three spells are amazing and powerful. As the models are still very complicated, Mr. Fernando is right now working on simplifying them."
Lucien’s success also earned Woods great reputation, so Woods was really fond of Lucien.
"The grand arcanist is surely very intelligent." Lucien stayed humble, "Mr. Woods… the reason you asked me to come here… is it because of my new paper?"
"Yes, that’s right," said Woods. "I’ve read your paper, and it is worth of further discussion. If it didn't contain so much of your personal assumptions, the paper would be outstanding."
Having Lucien’s paper in front of him, Woods politely pointed out the parts that he did not agree on.
"Even though," Woods continued, "it is still a good paper, and it offers arcanists a new perspective. So Lucien, are you okay with publishing the paper on our next month’s issue? For this month, the papers are all set."
Apparently, Woods decided to publish this paper because of his appreciation of Lucien. And the reason he asked Lucien to come to his office was because he wanted Lucien to know who was helping him and who he should feel grateful towards. If one day, say, Lucien became the student of Lord of Storm, that would be a successful investment for Woods.
But on next month’s issue? Lucien was a bit hesitant.


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

Dearest readers, I didn't want you to read this letter of appreciation of mine to buy with Coins or Pass. I practically begged Webnovel (which I never do) to undo the Premium for this last chapter. But there is no system of undoing it once it is Premium. I'm sorry that you have to unlock it. :'(
It has been a super long journey. I still remember that I first wrote this chapter on 9 July 2018 and today is 9 April 2020. It took me 1 year and 9 months to finish it. 
At first, I thought it would be a normal love story. That's how I planned it. While writing, I found lots of gaps in the info I gave in the novel. So, to cover them up, I had to make something that I never imagined that I could. I invented THE COBRA.
When I think about it, I still wonder how I came up with it. I should have written it down. Now I can't remember. I vaguely remember a mark of a crab in a girl's hand in a movie. Maybe that's how I came up with The Cobra and all.
As the plot progressed, I had to rethink again and again if I wanted to end the whole story in this novel. But if I did, some of my readers would be bored with such a long story. So, I broke the whole plot in 4 pieces. The first piece is about Mu Lan and Mu Liang. The next one is about Xue Lin and her mysterious grey-eyed man. The third piece can't be revealed now. The last part is about The Cobra.
When I started writing, I was still a student busy with exams, assignments, office, training, piano classes and so on. There wasn't a day I could relax and have a day for myself. And when the novel ends, I'm at home, totally in lockdown.  
I didn't think while writing this letter, my eyes would blur. It's hard to write this way. I'm not an emotional type. But I was reading your comments before writing it. Your heartwarming comments pierced through my heart and I almost died. (Just joking!)
There are two reasons I started writing novels. First and foremost, make money to study abroad and get freedom; and second, to entertain people. I hope I entertained you with comedy, smuts, and adventure.
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Of course, your Happy-go-lucky Author is a fighter. She is fighting against her family, her culture, and her country to survive if she is forced to live with her parents. She is saving money to make her dreams come true. And whoever hit her, even if they were her parents, she hit them back. 
I just cannot stay still when someone hurts me without any specific reasons, you know. I got a temper. It's not my fault though, I got it from my father. That's why my paternal relatives don't try to control me. They know that I will slice them with my shamelessly shameless words when I'm angry. However, it's clear that as long as I'm spending my own money to do whatever I want, my rice father won't say anything. So, I can live with it. I already told him that I don't need an ounce of money after his death.
When they are alive, they won't give me a penny. After their death, if I take money, won't their soul haunt me down? How can I take risk of that?
Though I'm sickly, I'm taking great care of myself with my ability. And with my great adaptation skills, I'm doing great after lockdown. If I can do it, I can also win the world. 
All in all, thank you, everyone, for reading my work. I made lots of mistakes, made your sleep go away and some of you even read the novel before exam and under 18 read my r-rated smuts. I'm sorry that you guys had to go through all this and it's a great joy that you guys enjoyed reading my creation. If I could, I would give every one of you warm hugs.
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After I publish it, I'll announce it in Xue Lin's novel.


"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ 
You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ 
You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" 

"Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" 

"As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." 

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While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. 

Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." 

Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn’t care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. 

They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. 

However, looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? 

***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. 


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It was so early in the morning when Lara picked me up from my apartment. 5am is the call time so we must be there on or before 5. 
"Hi S, hurry up.. I can't be late. I need to deliver my speech before we leave for the retreat." Lara was so loud while I still prepare and dress up.
"By the way, did  you finish the letters?" Lara reminding me about the letter for the 3 people.
A thank you letter, an apology letter and the letter for the best friend.
"Of course, I wrote you one. Don't worry." I said.  The apology letter, I wrote one for Ken and of course the Thank You letter, I wrote 2. One for Carl and one for Ken. I haven't decided it yet. So I made 2. Just in case Carl won't accept the letter, I can give Ken one anytime.
"So, did you write Ken a love letter too? Hahahaha" Lara joked. 
"Not funny! I wrote him an apology letter." I said, with a serious face.
"Apology? why? What are you sorry for? Sorry for loving you... Hahaha!" Lara was really annoying and maybe because of her excitement she throw jokes at me without even caring about what I feel.
"Funny?" I asked her sarcastically.
"Yeah, why are you writing him an apology letter?" Lara asked as we go out and wait for a cab.
"I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't give it to him. I'll write another one. for Carl." Well, I kinda look desperate and needy if I give this to ken. I should just give both of the letters to Carl. Well, Carl also deserves and apology, Ken doesn't. 
So..
In the taxi, I get my pen and a notebook. I started to write a letter for Carl. I didn't know that this apology letter could make me cry. Every word in this letter came exactly from my heart., hoping this letter could bring back the friendship we used to have. even though it's been more than 2 years, Carl never change, he still avoids me and never looked at me. He never smiled and he never talked to me. We were never seen in the same place. I just want to end this school year with no enemies and hatred from anyone. 
When we arrived at school, Lara went straight to the podium, all senior students were waiting at the gym. She delivered her speech and all the reminders we needed for the retreat.
After that, we head straight to the bus. I seated next to Lara at the last row in the bus. Ken.. was next to Alex, I'm not surprised. 
Some students were already asking, "Are Ken and Alex together now?"
Well, maybe. Ken deserves her. They are both kind and talented. They deserve to be together.
And suddenly I heard somebody screamed.. "Carl and Jane split up." 
Wait. What? Why?  Did I hear it right? Right now, I was thinking what could've happened to the both of them. For two years that they have each other what went wrong? 
"We still saw them few days ago arguing right? Maybe that's the reason." Lara said as she closed her eyes and leaned on the chair.
I was quiet the whole time and really curious of what's happening. 
Meanwhile, Carl went in the bus. He sit in the front row, looking really devastated. I want to talk to him and ask him how is he. But, I never got the courage to do so.
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After an hour and a half, we arrived at the retreat house. It was a modern resort and spa near the beach. I thought it was an old haunted house like what I used to hear.
We were all excited, and we headed to our rooms. Each of the rooms have 3 students. Boys are separated from the girls. And, as part of the retreat, we where mixed with other students from class. Lara and I were not in the same room. And guess what, Jane, Alex and I are in the same room. This will be so exciting and fun.... Nooo it would be so awkward.
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"Hi S, Thank God I have a friend in the same room." Alex greeted me as I enter the room assigned to us.
"Yes. It is. Do you have any ideas who arranged the groupings?" I smiled and didn't show how shy and embarrassed I was having her and Jane in the same room.
"Lara's the president, it must be her." Alex said.
Oh Yeaah!! It must be her idea to put me in this room with these two. 
"Hi, I'm Jane. Hope we can be friends Stef,." Jane offered her hand. She looks really friendly and nice.
But, instead of grabbing her hand, I smiled at her and said. "Yes, Jane. You're Carl's girlfriend. Of course we can be friends. Hahaha" I said sarcastically. "But seriously, I don't want to be as awkward as possible but, of course, if you're nice, I would be nice too. And besides, it's been 2 years right?"  I said to her.
"We broke up." Jane suddenly burst into tears.
"OMG Girl, save it for later. We have a lot of activities. Let's tallk about it this evening. Okay? For now. Fix yourselves and we must go out for the  first activity." Alex said, as she tied her hair, that made her face even more beautiful.
Jane stopped crying and I can't stop myself but hug her. I comforted her even though I have no idea what happened. "Thanks, Stef. You are really nice." Jane whispered.  I felt happy upon hearing those words from her.
The tree of us, went out and gather with other students. 
Ken approached us and he looked so happy seeing us altogether. But of course maybe because Alex was next to me. 
First part of the retreat was the film showing. "PAY IT FORWARD", the goal is to educate us about bullying. 
We all gathered seated in the resort's main hall, where there is a big screen like a cinema.  
It was Ken, Alex, Jane, Me and Lara. From afar, I can see Carl looking at us but when he saw I am staring at him, he looked away. He's maybe worried about Jane, curious about why we're together. 
Then I whispered, "Carl is checking up on you. Are you okay?" 
"Yes, I'm fine. Don't mind him." Jane answered.
I think, Jane has a story to tell. Maybe we should get closer this evening after today's activities.
After the movie, we all shared our experiences in bullying. 
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At lunch.. 
Ken, Lara, Alex and I seated on the same table and talking about Carl and Jane.
"Hey, what happened Kenny? Did Carl tell you?" Alex asked Ken.. Wait, Kenny? that sounds so disgusting.
"Nope. I don't know, but I saw them arguing few days ago." Ken recalled.
"Oh, yeah we saw them too. Right S?" Lara asked.
"Yess but stop guys, just let them be." I said. trying to avoid the conversation. Why is Alex even here? Is he part of the group now? I felt after she showed up, I got left behind.
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After the lunch we proceed to the next activity. 
This time we were given 19 pieces of paper. There are 20 people in one groupd and for each piece of paper, we need to write something about each one of the members of the group. 
This time, I wasn't in the same group as Lara and Ken. This activity went by really really quick.
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It's 6pm and we alreay prepared for the dinner. After dinner, we will have our most awaited activity. The letter giving.
A bonfire was lit and we all sit around the bonfire. Our class adviser started speaking and giving directions.
"Yesterday, we asked you to write 3 letters. One is a Thank you letter, another one is an apology letter and the other one is a letter for your best friend." He then get a box and put it near the bonfire.
"Aside from those letters, here are candles. You only have to choose one person. A person that really means so much to you. Somebody you will never forget even after high school. Somebody who made a huge impact in your life. I want you to reflect on this and this candle will symbolize your friendship and importance to that person. Take some time to think and grab one once you've decided. " the teacher continued.
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I actually don't know if I should give it to Lara or to Ken. Lara's my best friend since first year. I ahve known her for 4 years. She's always been there ans she never left me. While Ken, we used to be best friends, we just become closer again. But... Ken really is something when Lara is busy, Ken's always there. He's like a brother and you know, a boyfriend material. Hayyyyy, Well, since I'm not giving anything to Ken, maybe I should give one to him. No other reasons. 
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I got all my letters and started giving the best friend letter to Lara.  I read the letter to her.
"Dear L.... You are my soul sister. Since day 1 you never hesitated to be friends with me. You showed me and introduced me to your world.....
I love you! -
Love,  S.
After that, she also read her letter to me.
"This is a letter for my best friend. I love you and I'll always be here....."
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Lara and I didn't cry after reading these letters to each other. It's just so corny.
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.After a few moments, I decided to give the apology letter. The apology letter for Carl.
I tried so hard to look for Carl, I went to all the different parts of the resort. But he's nowhere to be found. So maybe, I'll just go to Ken, to give him the thank you letter and the candle.
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But, on my way to Ken. I saw him with Alex. They were both hugging each other as they read the letter. My heart was so painful with the view I am seeing. Why? Why do I feel that Alex and Ken shouldn't be together? I like Ken and right now, it made me realize that it's more than just a simple crush and admiration. I totally love this guy, and I can't accept the fact that he's in love with somebody else. I can't stand watching the two, so I ran away and tears run down to my face.
As I run far far away from where Ken and Alex is, I bumped into Carl.
The moment I saw Carl, he was crying too and he suddenly hugged me so tight.
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"I'm so sorry S, forgive me for everything." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around me so tight. 
I don't know what exactly I am feeling right now, but  right now, I need a hug and someone to comfort me. So i hugged him back. "I'm so sorry Carl. I forgive you, and please forgive me for leaving you and giving up easily." After that, I was able to breathe again. Carl then gave me a candle and said,
"Please accept this candle, as a sign of forgiveness. You mean so much to me Stef, and I'll never forget you." As I accepted the candle, he hugged me again and said, "I want you back." 
I was taken aback after what he said. Woowww. wait. You and Jane just broke up and now you're telling me that you want me back? 
"Why? I thought You and Jane--". I asked.
"I ended things up with her, and she knows how much I still love you." Carl said, he knelt down on the grass and cried.
"Is this part of your show again Carl?" I asked straightforwardly. But right now, looking around, no one's watching. It's only me and Carl. No more audiences to feed and people to cheer. No other else to impress. 
"Stand up Carl. Before I forget, I wrote 2 letters for you, a thank you letter and an apology letter. Do you want me to read it for you?" I asked him.
"Yeah sure." Carl stood up and we sat on the shore. I read a part of the letter to him.
"Thank you Carl, thank you for loving me before, for doing all the things to make me happy and feel special. ... I hope, we can forget the past and move on, and I hope we can still be friends again."
"I'm so sorry Carl. Sorry that I hurt you, sorry that I lied to you and sorry that I didn't love you, the way you loved me. I'm so sorry and I hope you can forgive me so we can be friends again." 
Carl laughed. It's been a long time since I see him smile and laugh like this. For 2 years, I never saw his lips curved up and all he showed me was the anger in his eyes.
"Why are you laughing, I meant every word." I said to Carl, as my tears blurry my vision.
"I just missed the old times S." He lay down on the sand and looked at the stars.
I took a deep breath and sighed, "Yeah. Me too." Oops. I didn't mean I missed Carl, but I miss the old times, where Ken, Lara and I were really really close, No Alex, to be short.
Upon hearing what I said, Carl got up from the sand and faced me, "You also missed me?" He asked.
"Ummm. yeahh of course. I missed talking to you. You didn't talk to me for over 2 years. You didn't even glance and smiled at me even though I always look at you." I pouted. 
He hugged me and said, "I will do it anytime you like."
As Carl and I hugged each other, I saw Ken from a far, he was walking towards my direction so I stood up right away and went straight to Ken. 
"Hey! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for over an hour." I said, panting.
"Seems like you and Carl have reconciled?" Ken asked as he looked in my eyes.
"Oh yes, we're good." I said.
"I have a letter for you and this candle." Ken handed me the letter a rose and a candle.
"I need to go now, seems like you still need to talk to Carl." Ken turned around and walked away. I forgot to give him the candle. But what should I do?
"Ken, wait!!!!!" Ken looked back and stopped. 
I rushed to him and hug him and then gave him the candle. 
"I love you Ken, you're my best friend. This is so corny, but that's true." Ken hugged me back. and said, "Go back and talk to Carl, talk to me after you finished talking to him." 
I am so curious about what Ken wrote me.. but Carl isn't over yet. I need to go back.
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"Sorry, so where did we stop?" I asked Carl.
"I'm asking whether you'd give me another chance? I want you back, and I still love you. No more dramas and shows for the public, Just you and me." Carl said.
"Are you serious?" I asked Carl. I'm really confused right now.
"I need your answer now, don't ever think about it, just tell me what's in your heart." Carl said as he held my hand.
"I uhhh. I don't know." I answered.
I was touched by what he said, but I want to know what's written in Ken's letter. But knowing Ken and Alex are in good terms and it seems like Ken really likes her, I guess I should not wait for him. I need to make a decision for myself. Seeing them hugging each other is enough to know how they truly feel for each other.
"Yes or No." Carl asked. 
"Let's have a try." I said..
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after all the storied Carl shared to me. Stories that 2 happened in the 2 years after we broke up. It made me admire Carl. However, I hate him for breaking Jane's heart but yes, It's also Jane's fault.
Jane accepted Carl even though she knows that he hasn't moved on.  Carl accompanied me back to the room. But, I remember, Jane and I are sharing rooms. So i told him to just leave me in the hallway.
"Bye. Thanks for tonight Carl." I said.
Before he left, Carl hugged me so tight and kissed me on the cheek, but I didn't feel anything. I felt nothing, no goosebumps and chills unlike before.
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I went in, and as I opened the door, Alex and Jane weren't there. I don't know where they are so I called Ken and Lara. But, seems like they are already asleep.. No one's answering the call so I stay on the bed and wait for the two to come back.
Maybe now is the right time to read the letter from Carl. So then I opened it.
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Dear Stef,
I want to start when we first met. I already noticed you since the first day of school because you're the only girl who doesn't look interested in me. 2 years ago, I always try to get closer to you but, chances are you'll avoid me or didn't totally notice me. And then one day, we were all kicked out by the teacher from the class. We stayed in the canteen and talked about a lot of things. Since then, we spend a lot of time together, You, Lara and me. Everyday, I try to get to know you and everyday, my feelings for you grow and grow. I wanted to tell you that I like you, but my best friend came and told me he likes you. I didnt tell him my feelings for you because we had a lot of issues before and it's better for me to give way. So the moment he confessed to you, I avoided you and try not to get involve with you anymore. Maybe in that way, I can move on and forget how I like you. But, everyday my heart aches and seeing you with my best friend is even more heartbreaking. But, I want you to be happy. You look happy with Carl, so I let it be. But one day, you told me you don't like him anymore and you will say NO to him when he asks you. I realized,there was hope. I tried to stop you from saying Yes to him, and yes I'm a bad best friend. But the moment you said yes, my world was torn apart. I got angry and my heart got broken. I tried to mingle with other girls but every time I see you, the feelings are still there, the like I once have has now become love. 
The night we went to LA, I thought you already gave yourself to Carl. I was about to confess my feelings for you but Carl came. He found out that I like you because of Jess. I told Jess and Lara everything because I couldn't help it, I really want to tell you how much I like you but you chose my best friend. But after that, after you broke up.... Carl called me and asked me a favor. He told me not to pursue you, he warned me that I could date anyone but not you. So forgive me for not talking to you ever since that happened. Sorry if you thought I have forgotten the friendship we have and most especially I apologize for not being courageous and man enough to tell you how much I feel. 
But now.. that there's no one to interfere and no other people to  stop me, I should tell you how much I truly feel. I like you. Yes, I still do...
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Ken likes me? not Alex?
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But......
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.what about Carl?

A real story of how a young girl who thought of falling in love, but ending up with someone she doesn't love.
How love can change people.
How love can hurt you
and 
How love can be so UNSURE.

The entire fox-kin stronghold was frantic. Everyone was trying their best to find the human girl. Remarkably, even the clan heads had mobilized their elites at Musashi's orders.

Caesar, who was just one person, wasn't capable of searching the entire stronghold himself, thankfully, with the fox-kins' fast mobilization, news of the girl's whereabouts soon reached his ears.

"Sir, W-we've found the girl you're looking for… at least, we think so," An average looking guard anxiously reported to Caesar.

"Bring me to her," Caesar replied without a hint of emotion, to which the guard gulped a mouthful of saliva and began walking north, out of the mansion.

They took a few turns, and about 5 minutes later, they approached a relatively large tent, a few dozen soldiers currently surrounded it, and Musashi, himself, was present.

Once they caught sight of Caesar, the atmosphere turned even more gloomy. The guards were too ashamed to even look him in the eyes, while Musashi just shook his head with furrowed brows.

Seeing their reaction, Caesar's dark premonition was turning out to be more and more likely, alas, his footsteps didn't stop, he soon reached the white tent and pulled back the flaps to step inside.

A foul stench immediately assaulted Caesar's nose, he furrowed his brows and looked down, the entire tent was filled with blood. He could see splatters of blood on the side of the tent alongside a few rips. It was clear she resisted.

Lying in the middle of the tent, was an unrecognizable body, her face and limbs had taken radical damage, and it would appear they used some savage torture techniques on her.

The blood was incredibly fresh, as it had happened within the last hour, Caesar stroked his chin and calculated, 'it should've taken them about 20 minutes to get here, not to mention the amount of time they spent in here… they couldn't have gone far,' he thought inwardly and rummaged through the body.

Seeing the massive amounts of cuts, Caesar's frown deepened, soon, he found a white envelope under the girls dress. He grabbed the envelope and delicately opened it, revealing a small letter.

-"Dear Caesar, at the very least, I think that's your name… Anyhow, I just wanted to thank you for keeping my property safe, I mean, 'it' failed a mission and thought 'it' could live? Haha, her screams of indignation brought shivers to my body. If it were before, perhaps it wouldn't have even had a reaction. S,o I have to thank you for the joy you've brought me. On a different note, Renee looks good in the bath, those curves, and supple lips, oh my, I can't wait until I get a taste."

After reading the contents of the letter, Caesar directly crushed it, the smile on his face disappeared, and a burst of loud laughter escaped from the tent.

The ominous feeling the laughter contained made those waiting outside of the tent sweat profusely, after a few seconds, the laughter stopped, and Caesar walked out of the tent.

He looked at the back of his wrist as if he was looking at a watch, "I've spent quite a bit of time here, I suppose I should speed up the process…" he whispered indiscernibly and raised his eyes to look at the fox-kin currently looking at him.

"Strip," he ordered.

Musashi and everyone present widened their eyes in surprise, "why are you suddenly ordering something so strange?" one of them couldn't help but ask.

Caesar took a step forward and looked at his long fingernails, "the lass had remnants of skin under her nails, alongside the obvious signs of resistance. Whoever did this, would naturally have some fresh scratch marks.

Musashi nodded in realization, "but wouldn't the perpetrators have already left?" he asked.

"Hiding in plain sight is sometimes the best place to hide, alas, I'm tired of being nice, I won't repeat myself a second time," he replied.

The fox-kin guards around them all looked at Musashi for confirmation. It was clear they still weren't entirely willing to be ordered by Caesar.

Musashi nodded his head, and the fox-kin started to take off their clothes, of course, they left their undergarments on, no one wanted to see their family jewels.

Soon, a few dozen semi-nude guards were standing next to the tent, shivering from the cold breeze, all of them were hugging their shivering bodies.

Caesar scrutinized each and every one of them until he reached the final two. They were hugging their bodies like the rest; however, even in this cold weather, a few beads of sweat streamed down their faces.

"Put your arms out," Caesar ordered with squinted eyes.

"S-Strategist, what do you mean? I-it's very cold out, you see?" one of them answered with a fear-stricken tone.

Caesar didn't bother playing games with the two and grabbed their arms himself, he tugged with his abnormal strength, and soon, everyone present could see nearly indiscernible scratch marks on their forearms.

"It's not what you think!!! I swear, p-please believe me, I-I have an itching problem," one of them cried out in horror.

Caesar didn't spare the two another glance and looked at Musashi, "please order Faust, Leo, Khan, and Renee to the meeting room. And if you wouldn't mind, order Falthor and Soka to go there as well.

Musashi was brought back to reality with Caesar's words, he looked at the two shaking guards with disgust before nodding his head, "as you wish…" he paused for a second.

"What are you going to do with these two?" he asked after a few moments of hesitation.

"Being a spy, no, even being a traitor requires a strong mental fortitude; however, without appropriate repercussions, they will start becoming comfortable… thus, you need to strike fear in their hearts, and even without doing anything, they will make mistakes on their own," Caesar explained with a chilling smile.

"Though, I am in no rush, in the next weekly training session, or even at the tournament, is probably when I will give the lesson, until then… I'll be asking Rakan and Charlie to keep watch on them," Caesar's words continued after a short pause.

Musashi just nodded his head in agreement, although he was the clan leader, at this time, it felt as if the roles were reversed.

Seeing Musashi quickly agree to the matters he suggested, Caesar walked past him and headed towards the meeting room, but before leaving, he glanced at the guards surrounding the tent one last time.

"These are surely not the only two that committed this atrocity, if that were the case, Ronny would have told me that only two took the lass. The least you could do is immediately report any suspicious behavior amongst your colleagues. Also, give the girl inside a proper burial," Caesar said as he walked away without awaiting their reaction nor reply.

'not only are there spies but also some sort of spying devices or magic within this stronghold. Going off what the letter stated, it's clear he was watching and listening in, as he was capable of handing them a letter within a few hours, or perhaps, he instructed them to write the letter. However, there were no writing utensils within the tent' Caesar was in deep contemplation as he walked toward the meeting room.

'The part about Renee's body was most likely just a ploy to enrage me, if whoever wrote the letter truly saw her body, they would mention the aspects one would only know if you saw her naked, such as the birth spot under her left breast. Yet, he only mentioned a few simple features.'

Caesar swiftly brainstormed a few feasible ideas as he walked, if the person who wrote the letter knew that Caesar could learn so many things from a simple letter, he would most certainly not have written it!

'I captured the assassin about 24 hours ago, meaning the person who wrote the letter is either in the stronghold, or it further solidifies my theory that there is some sort of talking device or magic they use… if we can rummage through those twos belongings, we could perhaps figure out what the device is, then we can search through everyone's' belongings, quickly pinpointing the spies within.'

Caesar soon constructed a plan within a mere few minutes of brainstorming. This was only possible due to the amount of information gained from the foolish letter he obtained. While thinking, he reached the meeting room and walked inside.

He grabbed the folded map resting next to Musashi's chair and spread it out on the long table. He examined the smaller clans located next to the fox-kin while also constantly releasing his mana inside the room, trying to sense if something was spying on him. Although unlikely, since Musashi would have probably already detected it, it's better being safe than sorry.

About 25 minutes later, the meeting room door open and a few familiar faces showed themselves, these were naturally, Musashi, Faust, Leo, Soka, Falthor, Khan, and Renee, the only few he could trust within this damned clan.

"Welcome, I have a few things I need you to do for me" Caesar spoke straightforwardly right as they entered the room.

Caesar, one of the richest and most successful businessmen in the world went to bed one day and woke up to find himself in the body of a duke's failure son? No magic talent?  Equipped with modern knowledge and his previous talents, how will Caesar adapt to this new world?


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Chapter 154. The Scandal Of The Century, Part IV

Translator: Khan
Editor Group: Liber Reverie 


It wasn't because there was a plan. It was just fun. 'Why should I go ahead and give them pleasure?' That was not necessary.
 
"Jessie, deliver this letter to Sarah. And bring a snack to the room."
 
Aria wrote a letter describing her situation to Sarah. She sealed it finely and handed it to Jessie.
 
"You just said you weren't feeling well." Annie said that she would bring Aria's meal instead of the puzzled Jessie.
 
She spent a leisurely morning relaxing with light soups and drinks and organizing her plans for the future. Looking out, she saw some young men who seemed to be wrestling with guards in front of the mansion gate.

"… Lady Aria…! Just a moment…!"
 
Aria didn't hear what he was saying because he was too far, but she thought that it might have something to do with himself after the completion ceremony. So Aria sent Annie to find out about the disturbance, and it was as she had guessed.
 
"He's making a fuss about showing his business plan to you."
 
"Really?"
 
"They say he doesn't listen to them even if they ask him to go back. He wants to see you at least once. Even if I ask him to deliver the plan to Baron Burboom, he doesn't listen! How rude!"
 
That was understandable because it was rare to invest in a commoner with no foundation. In addition, there was a widespread rumor that Investor A's investment projects had all hit the jackpot. Moreover, she had invested in the academy like charity, and she had proudly declared that she would continue to invest, so anyone would want Aria to take a look at their business.
 
"Let him come in."
 
"... Miss?"
 
"It's my job to look at his business plan. I can't treat him badly since he had come this far."
 
She had managed to find a way to freshen up her image, so she couldn't throw away anything regardless of how small it was. Now was the time to embrace the poor and make the wicked woman into a saint.
 
"I'm sure he's been walking since early in the morning, so he'd better take a simple meal with me. Tell the servants and maids to decorate the garden for a meal, enough to serve a guest."
 
"But, but Miss...! You don't know what kind of trouble you can get into if you just let anyone come in!"
 
That was true, but she had the hourglass to prepare for such things. Aria smiled softly as she glanced at the hourglass she had placed at the cabinet.
 
"Annie, do you think I'm stupid?"
 
It was only then that Annie swallowed her saliva when she recalled that Aria had already gone through a lot of frightening things. Recently, Aria clearly showed a benevolent, soft-faced look and went around as if she were a saint, but Annie, who was nearby, could tell that the wicked woman sometimes lurked inside of her just as the rumors said.
 
"So make sure it's not too late to prepare it."
 
"... Yes, yes! Miss!"
 
With the help of Annie's quick actions, they quickly became ready to receive their guest in the garden. The Count, who had not been able to go out to hear the details from Aria, was puzzled and asked the servant why,
 
"I just heard… that Lady Aria told Annie to prepare..."
 
"Did Aria order it?"
 
The Count expressed his pride, misunderstanding that she had arranged the meeting place to explain the details to him. He didn't know that it was a big misunderstanding.
 
"My God, Lady Aria! Thank you very much! I would already be glad if you accept my business plan, but you also arranged a meal like this for me!"
 
"You've come to me like this, and I can't refuse your admittance. I'm sure you've had a hard time, and I hope you enjoy your meal slowly. While you're eating, I'll go through your business plan."
 
"Thank, thank you!"
 
In the soft and warm sunshine, nearly ten young men began to eat in a hurry. Then the Count, the Countess, and Cain, who had misunderstood, came and saw it with a stunned face. Mielle, with a tender heart, watched the scene from the window and soon closed the window with a distorted face. The Count approached Aria, who reviewed the documents with a serious face and asked quietly,
 
"... Aria, don't you think that it would be enough if you have just received the documents?"
 
"They've been waiting since morning, and I can't just send them back."
 
"I… "
 
'I've been waiting for you since last night.' The Count gave a bitter smile since he couldn't say what he really wanted to say. 'How did I end up in a position where I could not speak my mind to my stepdaughter?' Having the merchant's temperament to the bone, he closed his mouth and sat in the dining table when he realized that he was not supposed to do so.
 
"Didn't you eat inside already?"
 
"I can't miss this place with the young businessmen! I'm curious because they will become the pillar of the empire in the future."
 
The Count, who never thought so, wrapped up in plausible words, and Cain and the Countess followed him. They seemed very uncomfortable, but no one took it out of their mouths.
 
"Do they have any good ideas?"
 
Aria made a meaningful smile at the Count's question. What he wanted was to see them. But she could not. Unlike herself, who only cared about investing purely, the Count seemed to take the brilliant ideas of these young businessmen, so she replaced the answer with just a nod.
 
"Okay, you've all brought a good plan."
 
The faces of the young people, who were eating, became bright. The fact that they were recognized by Aria meant that they were excellent in doing business.
 
"They are fresh and unique. They are valuable projects. However, I still see things that need to be revised."
 
Of course, it was empty talk. In retrospect, none of the business plans would succeed in the future. Furthermore, judging from the knowledge that they put in their projects, they were just common people, who were not fit for doing business.

Even so, it was judged that if they had the ability to make such a neat analysis and organize a plan, they could help others. It was a great opportunity.
 
"So I want to give you a chance."
 
Aria suggested that they should study at the academy. The young people became disappointed upon hearing what Aria said. They felt rejected because of what Aria said. She served them lunch, but she couldn't just finish the meeting just like that, so Aria told them the following,

"If you all didn't have any talent, I wouldn't recommend the academy to all of you and just sent you back... but you all are talented people, so I'll support you with your school expenses."
 
She had been thinking that it would not be too bad to support a scholarship named after her anyway. It was also an offer from Asher, and it was so she could put on airs so she could look good. It was nothing more than a penny. The young people were thrilled to hear that she would even sponsor their tuition, along with praise for their talent although they kind of got rejected.
 
"Why don't you have a cup of tea and go back?"
 
"No, I got a great favor from you, and I can't stay still!"
 
Aria, watching the vigorous disappearance of the young men, slowly hardened her face and laid down her fork and knife. The meal was excellent, but she had a bad appetite. It was due to the table manners of the young people.
 
She felt like she knew how they had felt when they had been in the same situation as she had had no table manners in the past. Thinking that the hindrance had finally disappeared, the Count spoke to Aria without missing the chance,
 
"Aria, are the rumors true?"
 
He had a very urgent look on his face. He deserved it as he saw even the young people who came with business plans. They were not like... noblemen, but hungry beasts that were wandering the streets.
  
"... Rumors?" She couldn't see the Count's face that much, and she pretended not to know it.
 
He raised his voice as if he were frustrated and said, "The rumors that you're Investor A and are close to the Crown Prince!"
 
He already saw the young people come and then go, but he still wanted to confirm.

When she nodded and expressed a sign of affirmation, the Count smiled brightly and said, "That was cool." The Count did not confirm the rumors again because the Countess had already seen it in person, and he had already confirmed it through numerous mouths.
 
"As expected, I've always known that you have the talent since you were young!"

'Does he mean the fur business, which Lane misunderstood as Mielle's design?'

To beat a villainess, you must be even more evil than them.

Aria is killed unjustly by her sister but along with the turn of a illusory hourglass, she is reincarnated 5 years into the past.

She will now live for revenge, revenge against those who drove her into her death. This is the new life she has chosen.

A few days after the New Year, hundreds of people and carriages escorted by soldiers arrived at Lan City. Zhang Junzheng could be seen from a distance waiting at the city gate.
Most of the people in this group had large hands and feet, were between 17 and 70 years old, and looked tired. Although they had arrived at their destination, they weren't excited. Instead, they seemed uneasy.
"Second Uncle, you must be tired after a long journey." 
Zhang Junzheng, followed by Zhang Heqi and Zhang Heju, said this to an exhausted elderly man who was coming out of his carriage.
This group of people were the craftsmen from the Zhang family. Many of them were respected professionals in the manufacturing industry. After Zhang Junzheng lost the bet, they received a letter and headed for Lan City after some discussion. They passed through many places and took one month to reach their destination.
The elderly man didn't reply, but raised his head to look at Lan City and said, "Let's talk after entering the city."
He turned to a big fellow who was riding a fork-horned cow and said, "Captain, thank you for your company along the way. Bring those things to me."
Following his command, someone brought him a plate of silver ingots.
"All of you have worked hard during this period, and this is a small token for you to buy some wine to drink." The elderly man laughed.
That big fellow looked at the plate of silver ingots, gestured for someone to take it away, and said, "I was ordered by the governor to escort you to Lan City. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to make it here.
Without any further ado, he and his men simply departed.
Soon after, Zhang Junzheng brought everyone to the houses that were arranged for them in advance. The elderly man then brought another six or seven men and Zhang Junzheng to a building.
"I have seen the letter. Can you elaborate?" the elderly man asked.
Zhang Junzheng explained the nature of the bet in detail, carefully took out a heavy box from a cabinet, and put it on the table. He opened it to display torsion springs of various sizes.
"Second Uncle, take a look. These were made by him."
A few people beside the elderly man didn't wait for him to speak and immediately took out the springs to examine carefully.
After a long examination of the springs, the elderly man sighed and said, "Great. I never expected anyone to do better than the thousands of craftsmen in the Zhang family. Since we lost the bet, we will accept defeat willingly and serve this guy. However, this matter involves the safety of thousands of our members. What's your opinion of this person?"
Zhang Junzheng pondered before saying slowly, "Although he looks ordinary, he has revolutionary ideas."
"This is quite a compliment."
"He looks ordinary and doesn't seem outstanding, but he is very ruthless."
"His nickname, Poison Warrior, was attained at the cost of countless people dying."
"Furthermore, he's proficient in manufacturing weapons. If not for those powerful weapons, Great Xia wouldn't have been defeated so quickly after launching a surprise attack last year. Coupled with the attack by the Yun Nation, the situation could have been completely reversed."
"His knowledge of forging, dyeing, and brewing have already been made known to you. He also set up Black Bamboo Academy to impart knowledge of mathematics and other subjects."
"I already know about these. He's for sure an extraordinary person." The elderly man nodded and continued, "You know what I want to know. The lives of so many people from the Zhang family depend on him, so I can't afford to be careless."
"There's one matter which Second Uncle probably doesn't know. He went to Tianjing Basin last year and returned with thousands of remnant citizens from the Hao Nation. Some of them are working in the imperial family's glass and spice shops. There are also a few in the imperial zoo and the palace."
"I have tried to fish for information from the remnant citizens of the Hao Nation before, but didn't get much information from them. From his actions, it seems like he wants them to live together with the aboriginals."
"It looks like he prefers to use people who aren't aboriginals. After all, he isn't an aboriginal," remarked the elderly man.
"By nature, he isn't a callous person, but the most important thing is our value. It's better that Second Uncle sees him personally," Zhang Junzheng said.
"Might as well see him since I'm here. Please make the arrangements," the elderly man said.
In fact, prior to their entry into the city, Ren Baqian had known about their impending arrival. He received the invitation the next day and met them at the teahouse after that.
Besides Zhang Junzheng, there was his Second Uncle, Zhang Zishan, as well as a number of old craftsmen from the Zhang family. They were still surprised by his youthful look even though they already knew his age. In their hearts, they were wondering how someone this young could know so many things.
"Sir Ren, I'm Zhang Zishan. This is our first meeting, and I'm here to discuss matters concerning the Zhang family." Zhang Zishan rose up to greet Ren Baqian upon seeing him.
Ren Baqian nodded and sat across from this group of people.
"I'm an unrefined man, I don't know much, and I don't know how to speak eloquently. I only want to know how the Zhang family will be resettled and what you can give us," Zhang Zishan cut straight to the point in a self-deprecating manner.
Ren Baqian laughed as his eyes glanced around at the few people. 
Then, he asked, "You are only asking about the betting stakes now? Isn't it too late?"
The expressions of these few people immediately changed.
Zhang Zishan's face changed momentarily before saying, "Sir Ren misunderstood. We are not here to bargain. We want to know how we will be resettled since it involves the livelihoods of thousands of people in our family and we have many voices internally. So, we hope Sir Ren can clarify and let us know what to expect."
"Senior isn't a boor!" Ren Baqian laughed.
"Dayao lacks everything, including talent and basic skills. All of you will definitely be useful here. Bring all of your knowledge and technology to set up industries here. However, things in Dayao aren't the same as in the Yun Nation. You can't just bring in your technology and follow the same old ways because the best ideas are in my brain.
The operating plan is this: the aboriginals must participate in every industry with both sides contributing money and effort. The aboriginals will account for 70 to 90 percent of the share, which doesn't look like much, but you would be envious if the aboriginals were given even more. This is for the whole country and only two parties are involved, so what does that mean? This is a monopoly, a monopoly of all the industries in the country. Of course, this will be slowly liberalized, but that will happen in the future."
"If it's done this way, the Zhang family will be swallowed up in a few years," Zhang Zishan said gravely. The rest of the people were also displeased.
Based on this plan, the Zhang family had to transfer all of their technology and would only own a small portion of each industry. After a few years of development in Dayao, the aboriginals would have mastered these technologies, leaving the Zhang family without any clout.
"I have mentioned this before—the best ideas are in my brain and not with you, so don't overrate yourselves."
This Zhang family needed to be made aware of their present position, and Ren Baqian needed to ram it into their heads. They had occupied a place of pride for over a hundred years and forgot that the best ideas were with Ren Baqian. Reminders were constantly needed.


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

Good day, my beloved readers!!
I know that it has been awhile since the last time I updated a chapter and I know that you have been waiting for a notification. So here it is.
The past few days, I was deeply lost as I don't know how to make the next chapters of this book. I have the general idea on my mind but as for the details, I really didn't know. A friend told me that maybe because I abused my brain the past few weeks prior to December. I was updating so much while preparing for an examination and working as well. She adviced me to relax a bit after the exam and try to look at things in another perspective. So the past few days, I was busy with work yet as soon as I arrived home, I read other novels. I try to get some inspiration from them to help me write once more.
I'm very sorry for this late notice. 
The good news is that I'm feeling much better now and there are ideas popping out of my head as I write this letter to all you. To those who didn't stop supporting, thank you very much and to those who were dismayed, I deeply apologize.
In the coming hours or tomorrow morning, I will be posting a new chapter so stay tuned everyone.
Sincerely Yours,
mekane


Today is another busy day for me. Work and home are the only places I go to for the past 3 years. The end of THAT relationship ended my happy, easy-going life. But then, when I think about it, it was not his fault but mine. My friends would tell me that I need to move on. I HAVE MOVED ON. It's just I don't want any side trips anymore in my life. I have my dreams and I am working hard for it. Little did I know what the destiny has installed for me.

"Mom, I still love her. She ended the relationship without any valid reason and I didn't agree."

"But son, what if the reason is that she doesn't love you anymore? Isn't that a reason valid enough for you?"

"I have to know it this time, mom. I did try to go out on dates but still failed. I think meeting her again will help me know what is happening with me."

"I guess I have no other choice. But remember, don't let her disrupt your plans and the family's business."

"I know, mom. Steph, book my flight to the Philippines tomorrow."

"Vincent! Why are you in so much rush?!"

"Because I believe that the early bird gets the worm."



Just wait for me, Yve. I will get you back by hook or by crook.

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