Xyrin Empire

Chapter 533: Chapter 533 Take Action

Avalon should indeed be a world unto itself, and the King of Dai Mao should naturally come with a built-in enemy-seeking antenna; both these facts should be etched onto the World Tree as fundamental truths, as I’ve always advocated.

No matter how bustling and lively it gets outside, I’ve never opened Avalon, which is just a “wall” away from Shadow City, to transmigrators. Even when the market outside is jam-packed with smugglers like a farmer’s market, the ultimate sanctuary of the Empire remains as serene as Alaya’s silly, dozing face.

That girl’s naturally dopey look has become an adjective in its own right.

“Ugh, Lord Brother is being mean.”

It looks like a certain dopey Angel Sister by my side is still feeling wronged. Is it because she got hit by a stray shot while lying down?

“Alright, alright, it was just a joke. Alaya’s feathers are my treasure; I absolutely won’t let you pluck them, okay?”

Even though this Dull Cat Angel can be a little sulky when aggrieved, comforting her is incredibly easy; you could even use the same approach as with Little Baobao—just don’t expect her IQ to be in double digits.

“Really?” Angel Sister immediately showed a happy expression. This silly girl’s mood is like a switch; anyone with a verbal Skill LEVEL1 or above can flick that switch to “cloudy turning sunny” in a second.

This silly girl has always cherished her feathers, a fact evident from her treating feather-grooming as the next most important thing after sleeping. Sadly, as the Natural 9 with intelligence only slightly above Silvia and Little Baobao in our family, Angel Sister has never succeeded in protecting her feathers. Even Little Baobao has managed to forcibly collect some spoils from her wings repeatedly. It’s fortunate that Alaya is a pure Energy Life; otherwise, with Little Baobao constantly forcing a feather molting on her, this girl would now be a wingless roast wing from New Orleans.

Strolling along a path in the Fairy Forest of Avalon with Alaya (strictly speaking, I was strolling while Alaya floated beside me, two meters off the ground, looking like I was taking an angel for a walk), we made idle chit-chat with occasional gaps in the conversation. The topics were very simple, perhaps even pointlessly discussing whether Pandora or Visca is more likely to grow taller next year—quite impossible questions. I thoroughly enjoyed it, not for anything else, but simply for the enjoyment of watching Alaya’s perpetually dopey reaction when answering—so-called moe points, mere existence that could save the world. Alaya’s natural ditziness has always been my second biggest source of daily entertainment. To be honest, should this girl’s intelligence suddenly increase by a percentage point or two, I fear I’d have to grab a flat pan and knock it back down: She’d be ruining the plot otherwise.

On that note, my top entertainment is to tie a lollipop with a nylon rope and fish for Dingdang off the edge of a table. However, the latter has become smart lately, always biting through the rope before running off with the lollipop. Of course, given that Little Thing still hasn’t realized how annoying it is to cooperate with my “fishing for Goddess” game, we can see that being smart is only a relative term.

“Hmm, according to Artemis, this should be the usual gathering place for that bunch.”