Volume One, Chapter 65: I'm Sorry

Because the factory director withdrew his hand, the man with glasses straightened up and shouted. She clearly saw the spit flying from his mouth and, with a slight step, slipped behind Yuan Yanzhou, who had moved forward to shield her. Peeking her head out, she eyed the droplets of water on the man's body and clicked her tongue twice.

For the Ottomans, the territories along the Persian Gulf had long been out of reach. Even before the Qing Empire, England had already incorporated the Persian Gulf coastline into its sphere of influence; Basra and Kuwait were under direct British control, rendering those lands nominal at best to the Ottomans.

Just here alone, there were already two or three hundred golden immortals—this far surpassed what Luo Zhuo had previously understood about the power of the Kingdom of Ao Lai. It made him realize Ao Lai might be even stronger than he had imagined, with hidden strength he could not begin to fathom.

But upon reaching the Golden Core stage of cultivation, not to mention sleeping, even a moment’s distraction should only happen if something is amiss. Wang Heyi did not know what was wrong, so she sent a voice transmission to Cheng Zijin, who also had no explanation—perhaps it was some other kind of sudden enlightenment.

Senggelinqin, who was out on horseback inspecting the camp, received word that Prince Yixin was requesting his presence and hurried back. As soon as he entered the main tent, he caught the scent of alcohol and frowned unconsciously. He knew Yixin’s drinking capacity: not so little as to collapse after three or five cups, but certainly not more than half a jin. With such strong fumes, he must have drunk quite a bit.

After more than twenty years, the long-awaited conversation was finally about to happen. Because of the excitement, Cui Fei’s hands even began to tremble.

There was no use in being upset; Germany’s current predicament was still preferable. After the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China, the Qing Empire had once endured an “international supervision” even more absurd than the “Dawes Plan,” in which Germany had played a part.

If I were to ask Wenda Jiso for the Night Sword, he would probably give it to me, though with some hesitation. But I do not wish to do so—a true gentleman does not take what another loves. And I am nothing if not a gentleman. Liang Shanbo sighed inwardly in resignation. Is that not what life is—filled with dissatisfaction? One must learn patience and solitude.

In fact, there was a branch of the Republican Newspaper in Paris. Because of the Foreign Legion’s presence and the establishment of the world’s first ambassador-level diplomatic relations with France, the newspaper attached great importance to Paris, the center of the world.

The opening bell rang. Thomas put a stop to his wild thoughts and took a deep breath. Now, he would fight for the real Rachel.

For ordinary citizens in Hong Kong, the biggest change to daily life was that there were always a few elderly women handing out free newspapers by the subway entrances.

“You know nothing about ghouls!” Touka raged, grabbing Amon by the collar. The feathered kagune emerged from her back, ready to pierce that insolent mouth of his.

Perhaps it was the influence of the Pikachu beside him that made people see Levi as a decent sort, but at the very least, he was good at keeping up appearances—he always seemed like a nice person.

Glancing at Xu Yixi, who had been left behind, she blinked rapidly to deliver her signal, then slipped out the door in a hurry.

That picture frame always sat in the most prominent place on Uncle Wu Ke’s desk. Even after Apopo took away the photo inside, he still kept the frame on display.

Any trace of agitation that had shown earlier vanished completely, as though it had never existed. He kept his eyes lowered in meditation, as if nothing had ever happened.

His knowledge of Pittsburgh extended only to the fact that it had an NFL team—the Pittsburgh Steelers—and was once known as the Steel City. These shallow facts, of course, were merely surface-level information.

Previously, when I looked, I hadn’t paid attention to the reflection in the windshield. So this time, I focused entirely on the windshield’s reflection, because from the rearview mirror alone, there was no way to pick up any clues.