novelraw Chapter 670 489: You Thought There Was No Nian? Actually, There Is! (Part 3)
Chapter 670 489: You Thought There Was No Nian? Actually, There Is! (Part 3)
At this moment, as Zumama gazed into Lin Guang's eyes that shimmered with a dark golden hue, she felt a strange sensation as if the power within her was being gently guided, a lively feeling that gradually soothed her tense nerves, anger, and forcibly suppressed emotions over the past days.
It was quite marvelous.
——Come to think of it, the young man before her indeed exuded a very pleasant and soothing aura, which inexplicably made her lower her already scant defenses.
She glanced again at the Steel Giant beside her, inhaling deeply.
Soon enough, she made a decision.
"Alright."
"As long as you can help me, anything is possible."
Saying this, Zumama looked at Vishdair beside Lin Guang, and the three girls below the stage.
——Come to think of it, he's always surrounded by pretty girls, each incredibly attractive…
Could it be he's a womanizer?
"Ah!"
She suddenly realized something, glancing down at her own curvaceous figure, her eyes lighting up.
Right!
She spoke, "If you want…"
Vishdair, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted with annoyance:
"Alright, alright, alright, smelling like engine oil, and such an average chest, where does the confidence come from!"
——In Zhen Sheng City alone there were already one, two, three, four, five, five of them, counting the clingy Sakota that made six, don't tell her the seventh has now arrived!
Especially with Lin Guang's personality that almost never initiates, nor refuses, nor clearly states his intent…
If this continues, she might just get used to it!
...
And so, amidst this almost playful atmosphere, the foundation for initial cooperation was set.
The highest compatibility contract template provided by the system was modified slightly, and in less than half an hour, it was completed.
Overall, it was quite simple and relatively flexible.
During the Mechanical Spirit Cup opening period, Lin Guang would assist Senran Studio in various ways during his spare time, using his own abilities to help them through this challenging period.
In turn, Zumama needed to complete five Perfect Level Spiritual Artifacts as quickly and with as high a quality as possible.
Additionally, for the next ten years, Lin Guang would have exclusive access to Senran Studio's channels, enjoying the highest priority order rights and cost price discounts.
Whether the orders were for his own use or for sale and profit was up to him.
This meant that the Senran Studio brand would belong to Lin Guang for the next ten years.
Not a lifelong binding contract, but still quite significant.
To say the least, no one expected this outcome.
Clearly coming to order Spiritual Artifacts, and ending up with plans to acquire the entire studio…
Watching the contract vanish into thin air after being signed by Lin Guang and Senran, taken away by the system, Liko was overwhelmed: "We actually have a boss and a sponsor now!"
"The Angry Iron Plate can be saved, yay…"
Remyu curiously asked, "You seem to be just in your teens, apprenticing here instead of attending school?"
Lisa, standing next to her, looked at the girl about her own age, also curious.
Hearing this question, Liko rolled her eyes, "Oh, I'm already in my twenties! Already a Three-Star! Just short and with a baby face!"
"Huh?!"
"However, I really didn't go to college before starting work."
"I'm an orphan, initially due to lack of money, but a few years back I met my mentor, realized my talent allowed me and my Spirit Beast partner to lend a hand, and the share I got was decent. No need to waste time at some useless college."
"..."
Her tone was nonchalant, as if reciting something unrelated to her.
Lin Guang asked, "What is your talent?"
"I'm also one of those so-called Eleven Coastal Talents, specifically the one related to forging."
She casually replied, "[Year]."
Hearing that unexpected yet familiar phrase, Lin Guang paused momentarily.
Year.
Year?
...
It was a dim room, without windows, cutting off all sunlight from the outside world.
The only light source came from a broad, flat-topped table in the room's center, where a bronze oil lamp burned quietly.
The tiny flame flickered gently on the lamp's wick, casting a warm, amber glow.
The light illuminated a small area around the drawing desk.
In the corner of the table lay piles of used ink sticks and various mineral pigments, resembling small mountains.
Many paintings were treated carelessly, some rolled up and left unprotected against the wall, others unfolded and haphazardly stacked on a nearby soft couch, exposing just a corner of vibrant Spirit Beasts seemingly leaping out from paper, or vividly alive landscapes rich with deep artistic resonance.
Any of these artworks, if seen by those Spirit Masters with a talent for painting, would be highly coveted and chased by many.
Yet here, they are just casually and even crudely piled together.
A woman sat silently at the table, her back facing the door.
She had long black hair interwoven with streaks of emerald green, cascading down like a waterfall, almost shrouding her petite figure entirely.
Under the lamp's glow, her hair reflected a soft luster.
Amidst the flickering light, a vague pair of small jade-like dragon horns could be seen emerging from her hair.
A long, snow-white tail extended from beneath her seat, coiled quietly on the ground, with only patches of soft green fur on the tail's spine gently rising and falling with her breath.