The sound of metal clashing grew louder and louder near the door. The clerk standing outside swallowed nervously, wondering what kind of strange hobby could make such a noise. The next moment, the door opened, and a blond boy leaned halfway out, stretching his hand to take the pizza and a bottle of coke. He finally smiled at the clerk.
"Sorry, we're not satisfied with the house's soft furnishings, so we're using our hobbies to dismantle it. Please forgive me if it scared you."
Just as Aslan finished speaking, a barrage of national curses erupted from inside the room.
"What did you say, asshole?" (Chinese)
"Aren't you afraid of being exposed? How dare you order takeout?!" (Chinese)
"#! Believe it or not, I'll blow myself up for you to see!" (Chinese)
The clerk, who didn't understand Chinese, had no idea what the girl inside was yelling. He could only smile awkwardly, say politely, "Enjoy your meal," and quickly turn to leave. However, the hurriedness of his steps betrayed a mix of panic and, oddly, shyness.
One could imagine the clerk sighing silently after leaving, thinking the oriental girl inside must have a fiery temper. But perhaps, in a way, that too had its own appeal. After all, the customer is always right—you can't really blame a god, right? Still, if that oriental girl truly stirred different feelings...
He took a deep breath and checked the money in his pocket. Just a few dollars and some change—not enough for a fun night out.
Inside, the black-haired girl's dual swords struck heavily again at the blade in Aslan's hand. In response, Aslan reached into the pizza box with a casual backhand. From his ring, a mechanical bird flew out, quickly transformed, and deployed a mechanical arm onto his shoulder.
The mechanical arm grabbed the slice of pizza and, with practiced ease, fed Aslan, who calmly munched away while using the holy sword in his other hand to parry the girl's attacks.
"Hoo... Hoo...!!"
Maybe it was because she hadn't fought such a battle in a long time, but the black-haired girl was starting to feel exhausted. After another strike was deflected, she backed off, still holding her sword, but this time placing her other hand on her waist.
No good. Even after rotating her waist a bit, the overexertion still left her in pain.
Melusine, who had just ordered spicy maoxuewang delivery, set her phone down and stared at the girl with an odd expression. How could someone so young already have a bad back? Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.
Compared to her, this black-haired girl was practically a child. Melusine, wreckage of the Horizon Dragon, wasn't even at the age where back pain should be an issue. And yet this girl looked like she needed some kind of forbidden technique just to keep standing. Are young people these days really this delicate? Tsk tsk... these little girls are truly disappointing.
"Are you tired of fighting? If so, sit down, have some pizza, and drink some coke. Oh, and by the way, you should probably pay for the cleanup costs. I mean, as a senior of the Immortal Clan, surely you're not going to shirk responsibility?"
Aslan squatted down and held out a slice of pizza to the black-haired girl, smiling in that annoyingly punchable way of his. The girl grit her teeth and sheathed her sword. It seemed this guy didn't mean her any harm—he had just spotted a fellow immortal hiding among mortals and decided to mess with her.
This kind of bold junior really needed a good beating!
She snatched the slice from his hand, then grabbed the bottle of coke and drank it in large gulps. The cold, fizzy sweetness washed over her exhaustion, instantly melting away her frustration.
It had been so long since she'd interacted with humans. Were their drinks always this good? Humans were annoying, yes, but perhaps they had some merits.
"What are you staring at? Haven't seen a fairy before?"
The girl took a big bite of the pizza and glared at Aslan. "Besides, this is your fault! What's with that smug little smile? You were asking for it!"
Aslan's smile grew even more brilliant. "So, does this mean Senior isn't going to compensate? You did destroy quite a bit, Senior~"
He put an extra emphasis on the word Senior, his tone laced with exaggerated sincerity. Aslan knew the girl was quick-tempered, but she also had a bit of a tsundere streak. And more importantly, she cared deeply about seniority—the kind of seniority between juniors and elders.
Aslan was only 1,500 years old, while the girl—who looked no older than a student—had already lived for more than 2,300 years. That made her 800 years his senior. Calling her "Senior" was perfectly reasonable.
"Or is it that Senior isn't the kind of person who takes responsibility? Just a bit short on cash, maybe?"
The black-haired girl's lips twitched. Was this brat really forcing her to choose between being an irresponsible elder and a broke one? Between the two, the latter was clearly the lesser humiliation. She didn't want to tarnish her senior image any more than she already had. She had lost enough face in front of this junior.
Aslan saw his opportunity and smiled. "If you're short on money, I'm not unreasonable. You can work as my secretary for a while. Don't worry—I mean a real secretary."
The girl froze in place. Her expression darkened as she cursed inwardly.
Shameless! This gangster-like behavior is just like Emperor Gaozu of Han!
If not for the wrong bloodline, she might've suspected this blond brat was actually Liu Bang's descendant.
Just then, the maoxuewang was delivered. Aslan accepted the food and placed it respectfully in front of her.
"Of course, food and lodging are provided while you work. Besides, among the immortal species hidden in human society, there's probably just us and you, Senior. If we don't take care of each other, how can we survive in this world~?"
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