novelraw Chapter 92: I Haven’t Even Had Time to Spoil Him
Chapter 92: I Haven’t Even Had Time to Spoil Him
Beihai felt that something had been different recently, as if his luck had taken a visible turn for the worse.
For example, when a normal person plays a lottery, either they lose or they win a little;
the same goes for games. Normally it wouldn’t matter much, since it didn’t disrupt daily life.
But now it was completely different. The road to find Aurora was full of danger.
While hurrying through the Forest, dozens of small snakes fell onto Beihai. Even though Beihai had grown very strong, venomous snakes still made him feel uneasy deep down.
When Ella saw this terrifying scene and tried to rush forward to help, Aladdin’s Lamp grabbed her.
Was Aladdin worried about Beihai? No, not at all. Aladdin had divine power, and he wasn’t worried about Beihai—there was no need. If he had any time for concern, it was for himself, wondering whether this bad luck would infect him.
Beihai also raised his hand to stop her. He wasn’t hurt;
although he felt a bit uncomfortable, it was clear the snakes couldn’t harm him. But if it were Ella, that would be a problem.
In the time it took to lift a hand, six poisonous snakes were already raising their little heads and staring at Beihai.
The two assassins standing nearby, who enjoyed watching trouble, thought an opportunity had come. It seemed this famed Knight wasn’t so special after all. A slight move—or really, no move at all—would be enough to end him.
“Sir, are you all right? Don’t panic. Erratic movement could provoke the snakes,” one of them said.“I once saw in an ancient country that if you blow a flute, the snakes wouldn’t attack. They would even dance like pets. We don’t have a flute, but we could whistle. Want to try?” the other suggested.
The two assassins kept offering different bits of advice.
Beihai looked grim as he watched the snakes. For some reason, as he stared, their heads suddenly became smooth and rounded.
That little appearance actually looked kind of cute.
Without knowing why, Beihai absentmindedly ran his hands over a couple of the snakes;
it felt surprisingly pleasant.
On impulse he pinched one snake at its pressure point, then kept a safe distance and showed it to Ella.
“Look, this snake’s head is all round and smooth. Its eyes are full of clueless charm. For some reason it looks really adorable.”
Ella reached out to touch it, but Beihai pulled his hand back. No matter what, he should pick a nonvenomous one—this was still poisonous and posed a safety risk.
Beihai handed the venomous snake to the two newly recruited underlings. As soon as it was taken, the snake immediately arched its body like a spring.
Even held at a safe distance, both assassins felt sweat break out on their brows;
the intimidation was maxed out.
Their hands instinctively rose to their chests as if to block, but they feared being struck.
“You’re right, boss. Cute, but maybe not to our taste,” one forced a smile that looked more like crying.
“These two sure look awful smiling,” the other muttered. Their misery wasn’t over yet.
When they resumed walking, they half expected some new bad luck to befall Beihai. But as they walked, there was a sudden slap sound.
They looked down. Today was their lucky day—or more accurately, a crappy bit of luck.
They had been following Beihai’s footsteps the whole time, but by some twist he hadn’t stepped on what they did, and instinct told them this was bad.
They quietly huddled together.
“I don’t like this, big brother. Maybe we should call it today. This guy seems untouchable.”
“What are you afraid of? A little bad luck happens. We have professional pride. Our reputation—are you going to throw that away? For our name, we can’t give up.”
The two assassins steeled themselves again, convinced it was a simple accident, not a warning, and continued guiding them toward danger.
They led Beihai to a bridge made of wooden planks suspended over an abyss. The bridge looked fine—just a series of wooden boards.
Beihai went first, holding Ella in his arms to prevent any accidents, and walked steadily across. Apart from some wobbling underfoot, it seemed safe.
The two assassins followed, clutching the chains on both sides as they walked. Unlike Beihai’s calm, their legs trembled.
They knew their own situation: this bridge might not normally be a problem, but today they were escorting a new boss, and anything could happen.
With anxious hearts they trailed behind Beihai, gripping the chains tightly, afraid of falling.
Halfway across, suddenly the ground beneath them gave way. The sound of splintering wood rang out. They expected Beihai to perform some disappearing trick;
instead, to their horror, it was they who were doomed.
The boards beneath them collapsed and they plunged into the abyss. They didn’t even have time to call for help. For some reason the chains on the bridge felt slippery at that critical moment and they couldn’t grab on.
In their final moments they felt confused. Normally the boss took the hit—how had the tables turned?
If only they had stepped back when they saw that piece of dog poop on the path, they thought. Take the loss and retreat—they wouldn’t be so humiliated now.
People always calculate gains and losses. If you lose the reputation it’s fine as long as you keep your life. In crisis, life comes first. But this time, they neither held onto life nor gained wealth.
Their deaths were not entirely undeserved. After all, good begets good and evil begets evil, and in this world that saying was amplified.
If the world hadn’t had time to lavish Beihai with protection, how could it possibly allow something so mysterious to harm him?
Beihai crossed the swaying bridge. When he looked back, he found the two men gone. It was strange—they had been following fine, then suddenly vanished without a sound.
Those two hadn’t misled the route. After crossing the bridge and walking a little farther, they indeed encountered the legendary Sleeping Beauty.