Chapter 1391: 595: Blade, Monster, Emperor

Chapter 1391: Chapter 595: Blade, Monster, Emperor

The noise of voices was overwhelming.

The Dragon Girl seemed a bit absent-minded.

“You’ve been put into snow storage by the Saint of Heavenly Light.”

“But don’t worry, we are already in contact with another Saint — as long as the money is in place, you can leave the snow storage and make a comeback.”

“Just wait a little while.”

Although she spoke in a caring tone, her gaze was wandering, as if she was thinking of something else.

The subordinate standing next to her was the same.

The Little Yellow Duck (not) could feel the constant hurry of people in the hallway outside.

Groups of Professionals.

The noise was chaotic.

A tense and uneasy atmosphere permeated the air.

— A Saint has fallen!

— A matter concerning the life and death of the Myriad Realms!

No matter who it was, upon hearing such information, they couldn’t help but want to find out more.

“Do I need to pay?”

Good Duck asked.

“No need,” the Dragon Girl said, “since you’ve decided to join us, the organization will cover the cost.”

“So I just need to go back and rest?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, farewell — please summon me at any time.”

Good Duck stood up to leave.

It didn’t forget to take the emblem from the table.

This was a brand new emblem, carved from a special Skeleton into a bent leaf, representing a Sewing Association called “Dark Pattern.”

Those who joined were all well-known fashion and outfit designers, or some celebrities pursuing fashion trends.

But this was just the surface of the association; those were also the outer members.

In fact, this “Dark Pattern” Sewing Association hides a secret organization —

Dawn Breaker!

This is a rebellious Brotherhood against the Saints.

Without an introduction, you can’t join at all!

Good Duck was also a bit confused.

It didn’t know how it got this qualification.

But it was probably because it didn’t succumb to the threat of the Saints.

This was the most important thing.

As long as there was conflict and hatred with the Saints and you didn’t succumb, you qualified to join.

Of course —

You must also have strength.

The Dragon Girl praised Good Duck for having the potential of a “Superstar of the Myriad Realms,” and that’s why she extended an olive branch.

Good Duck pinned the emblem to its chest.

— Whether to stay in the Entropy Holy Realm to make money, or to obtain various pieces of information, it had to find a way to stay.

It was about to leave the room, but stopped at the door.

“Is there anything else?”

The Dragon Girl asked.

“Actually, my business was booming recently, and I had a lot of customers, so if there’s anything I can help with, I’m willing to pitch in.” Good Duck said.

The Dragon Girl looked at it.

“I’m a little duck, quack quack quack.” Good Duck sang.

In the room.

The table swayed back and forth with its singing;

The curtains kept shaking, as if they were doing breakdancing;

All the paintings on the wall came to life, singing along:

“Quack quack quack!”

The Dragon Girl’s subordinate couldn’t help but applaud fiercely, only to be glared at by the Dragon Girl.

“I know your talent — but that’s soft power, and we may have to fight soon, I’ll contact you later.”

The Dragon Girl said sternly.

Good Duck didn’t mind.

It had already pledged loyalty.

Now it could exit the stage and go back to rest.

It was about to say a few more polite words, but saw the subordinate seemed to have received some information, lifting the emblem in hand, speaking in a lowered voice:

“The leader is ready.”

“Accepting newcomers… Yes, soon to go to the Dream World…”

The communication ended.

— The Dragon Girl is going to the Dream World!

Good Duck’s mind raced.

Old John is dead.

What is the situation with Dream King Ullric now?

Is there still hope for the union between the Destruction Tribulation and the Dream World?

After all…

Kaylon has fulfilled the ally’s duty.

I want to investigate the situation of the Destruction Tribulation —

This is for the safety of the Truth World.

At the same time, I must also consider Kaylon’s future situation.

If.

I could go with the Dragon Girl this time, it would be great.

Good Duck suddenly used “Mandala Uroboros,” merging several rarely used entries like “Blast Drummer,” “Hottest Idol,” etc., into “War Dance Songstress.”

Small glowing words immediately appeared in the void:

“Congratulations.”

“The Overlimit Fusion is complete.”

“Your pink entry ‘War Dance Songstress’ has elevated by one level, advanced to:”

“Holy Songstress.”

“Pink entry, rare, unique.”

“Description: Your singing and dancing not only inspire others but also enhance your own skills (increase by 2 levels), and can provide protection to others (increase by 1 level).”

“Inherent passive effect: the blessed target will feel grateful and involuntarily want to pay compensation.”

“— Singing is to bring beauty to the world, not for the stinky money!”

All the small words retracted.

Good Duck wiggled its tail and walked out, flapping its wings, singing:

“Then let it be this way, let’s part in the river of love, looking forward to the next passionate and exuberant meeting.”

It sang while thoughtfully closing the door.

Walking back along the hallway.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps four steps looking up at the sky.

Stop!

Singing more will infringe copyright!

Good Duck continued to walk forward, but suddenly heard the sound of the door being slammed open behind it.

Immediately after.

The Dragon Girl rushed out, picked up Good Duck, and brought it back to the room, tightly closing the door again.

“Your singing just now — does it have any special effects?”

The Dragon Girl asked nervously.

“Ah oh, you’ve found out!” Good Duck continued in a tone of “you really can’t be fooled”: “My singing can enhance others’ skill levels, by up to 1 level.”

The Dragon Girl exchanged a glance with her subordinate.

She suddenly swung her fist, sending her subordinate flying against the wall.

“That hurts! Boss, this isn’t a dream!”