novelraw Chapter 159: Newspaper
Chapter 159: Newspaper
"Hah..."
Laila kept healthy habits and woke up early in the morning. She yawned, stretched out with a long, languid stretch, feeling particularly energetic today.
"Good morning, Loren."
Loren, lying beside her, was still fast asleep. Looking at his sleeping face, Laila smiled, then glanced at her completely uncovered body and suddenly let out a scream.
"Ah!"
"Holy shit, what's wrong?"
Loren instantly woke up, leaping to his feet with a carp's jump.
"Uh... nothing... I just got excited and forgot about yesterday..."
Laila was a bit embarrassed, hugging the quilt to cover herself, her fingers constantly playing with her hair ends.
But after thinking it over carefully, she still let go of the quilt, presenting her most beautiful side to Loren."Does it look good?"
Laila gave a little shake, her expression full of confidence. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had lived as a woman.
"Looks good."
A baby-faced, well-endowed tomboy, indeed.
Receiving Loren's affirmation, Laila was very satisfied and only then intended to get up properly. But seeing the mess on the floor, she instantly fell silent.
Laila suddenly felt a bit sorry for Anna. She had lent her such a beautiful set of clothes, only for her to get them dirty. Even the borrowed stockings now had quite a few extra holes.
These clothes were clearly unwearable now. Her own clothes were still in her room. After thinking for a moment, Laila simply put on Loren's shirt. Loren was quite a bit taller than her, so his shirt reached all the way to her thighs.
"I'm heading out first."
She planned to apologize to Anna first, then buy her a few new outfits.
Laila slipped on the high heels, picked up Anna's clothes, and walked out, only to trip and fall to the floor after just a few steps.
She silently got up and walked out as if nothing had happened.
...
"You're up so early. I thought you'd need more time to recover."
As soon as she stepped out, Laila ran into Anna, who was eating breakfast.
Although Loren ate two meals a day, everyone else had three, and Anna never missed a single meal.
"I'm sorry, Anna, I got your clothes dirty. I'll buy you a few more..."
Laila thought Anna would be upset, but instead, she seemed quite delighted.
"No need, I should be thanking you."
Anna quickly cleared the remaining food from her plate, took the clothes from Laila's arms, and ran back to her room.
Laila didn't quite understand Anna's reaction, but as long as she was happy.
After Laila left, Loren didn't go back to sleep either. He checked his status panel.
His level had reached 38. He estimated it wouldn't grow any further.
Killing an Angel was an unexpected windfall. Originally, Loren's targets were just those soldiers and the Plague Envoys. He would have been satisfied with gaining three levels, so this far exceeded his expectations.
Loren was about to get dressed when he remembered his shirt had been taken by Laila. However, he didn't look for new clothes and remained shirtless for now.
His stamina had now reached 40 points, and his physique had become very well-proportioned, enough to be called perfect.
Talents wouldn't give you chiseled muscles, but stat allocation could.
"Good morning, Master."
Mirrorheart knew Loren was awake and came to his room with new bedsheets. She skillfully began changing the sheets and cleaning up the traces.
Mirrorheart hadn't even had time to take off her apron. She had just finished cooking. To ensure Anna had enough to eat, Mirrorheart had woken up very early.
"You've worked hard."
Loren gently placed his hand on Mirrorheart's head. While Loren couldn't trample on Mirrorheart's personality, a head pat was within his capabilities.
"Thank you."
Mirrorheart grabbed Loren's hand, moving it from the top of her head to her face, then bit Loren's thumb, startling Loren into instantly pulling his hand back.
After a few awkward coughs, Loren finally left the room.
Loren went to the dining table. Since he was already up, he might as well have breakfast.
The newspaper was already on the table. Loren had subscribed to it earlier, and Mirrorheart had retrieved it when it was delivered in the morning.
"Three Plague Envoys died within the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest. The Canaan Kingdom side expressed strong condemnation and intends to use reasonable and just methods to avenge them.
"Plague Envoys are representatives of progress and awakening and should not be subjected to such treatment. Killing them is undoubtedly an anti-human act..."
After reading today's news, Loren immediately lost his appetite.
News in this world wasn't that fast. What Loren did the day before yesterday was only reported today, which was already considered quick.
"I'll go to the newspaper office later."
This time, Loren was genuinely angry. The Canaan Kingdom had massacred an entire country on the God of Bountiful Harvest's side, and Loren, seeking revenge, had only killed three Plague Envoys. Yet, the God of Bountiful Harvest's side was now portrayed as the wrongdoer.
Moreover, one crucial point was that Loren had been very thorough. Not even a corpse or a single strand of hair remained of those three Plague Envoys. Only the Canaan Kingdom would know of their deaths.
Since the newspaper people knew, their connection to the Canaan Kingdom ran deep.
"The Canaan Kingdom is twisting right and wrong, launching personal attacks against me. I've noted this grudge."
Loren added another entry to his little notebook. However, this time the target was a country. Settling the debt would be more difficult, but for Loren, it was just a matter of time.
Those Vengeful Spirits had already reclaimed part of the debt. The rest would be repaid slowly.
The Canaan Kingdom was considered a medium-sized country, not comparable to a major power like the Nofica Theocracy, but also not something a small kingdom like Gedlan could match.
Dealing with the Canaan Kingdom would have to come later. For now, Loren needed to check on the newspaper office's situation. Such an important place had to be properly controlled.
If they truly used the newspaper to spread the Rainbow Plague, it would be a real headache.
Those who bought newspapers were people with spare money and spare time—precisely the ones most susceptible to the Rainbow Plague.
"I'm heading out."
After finishing his meal, Loren got up to leave. Mirrorheart, having finished tidying the room, began clearing the dining table.
If Mirrorheart were an ordinary human, she would have been exhausted long ago.
"Take care on your way."
Mirrorheart bid Loren farewell, though her face showed no trace of worry for him. She never believed Loren would encounter danger, and even Loren didn't understand why she was so certain.
"Mirrorheart, should I find a few more Maids to help share your workload?"
"Alright, please find some."
Mirrorheart agreed without hesitation to Loren's suggestion, her tone cool.
With anyone else, Loren might have thought they were sulking or jealous, but Mirrorheart was always like this. Her emotions showed little change, and she always spoke her mind to Loren.
Mirrorheart never got jealous. She even actively taught Scarlett things she didn't understand, giving her assists.