Chapter 67: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 67 Kafka: The Unimportant Outside the Scrip

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Xuan Ge sat steadily on the General's Seat, his gaze deep as he looked at Ren.

At this moment, he had shed the joy of reunion, entirely in the capacity of the Divine Might General, scrutinizing this old friend he had not seen for several hundred years.

His figure was upright, his whole body exuding the General's solemn and murderous bearing, his eyes sharp, as if able to see through the human heart.

And Ren's current identity, Xuan Ge was already clear about in his heart.

Ren had not come in the capacity of an old friend from the Cloud Top Five Cavaliers period, but in the capacity of a member of that unknown organization, appearing before him.

This transformation of identity added a few points of inquiry to Xuan Ge's heart.

As for Kafka beside him, Xuan Ge was not unfamiliar; he had seen this woman in the Eidolon data provided by Feicui, and knew she ought to be from the Tian Yi Wu.

That was a place severely polluted by a Stellaron; the people there never had the emotion of fear, as if they had no soft spot.

Without the concept of fear, desire and pleasure would completely dominate their minds, bit by bit eroding reason, ultimately letting them degenerate into demons controlled by desire.

Xuan Ge looked at Kafka's composed appearance, and in his heart secretly pondered: this woman was far more dangerous than she appeared on the surface.

Ren took a deep breath, just wanting to take the initiative to speak and explain the purpose of this visit, but was grabbed by the arm by Kafka beside him.

Kafka gently shook her head, her eyes signaling she would handle it, then raised her gaze to look at Xuan Ge, her tone gentle, and said softly:

"General, some things are indeed inconvenient to say here; let us talk in private."

She had her own considerations in her heart; the Destruction Monarch Xing Xiao was right there on the scene. Even though she could see Xing Xiao was currently standing on Xuan Ge's side, Xing Xiao was ultimately Destruction's Emissary.

Ai Li Ou, or rather they, were not clear whether Nanuk was constantly watching Xuan Ge or Xing Xiao.

Xuan Ge and Xing Xiao were both Emissaries; in a certain sense, they were both madmen on the Path, even more mad than someone like her who completes the Script without considering anything outside the Script.

The Star's birth absolutely must not be noticed by the Destruction Monarch.

"Oh~?" Hearing this, Xuan Ge instantly became interested.

His fingertips lightly tapped the armrest of the General's Chair, emitting a crisp sound.

A trace of playfulness flashed in his eyes; it could be seen that the organization Ren had joined was by no means an ordinary force; behind it there must be capable people assisting.

He utilized the Hunt's causality power, clearly seeing that on Ren and Kafka, the threads of causality were stable and smooth.

But when those threads extended to his side, they scattered into countless strands, chaotic and disorderly.

It seemed the other side also had capable people who could contend with the Hunt to some extent, and knew he had long since locked onto them.

Xuan Ge's heart was already clear: Ren and Kafka's visit this time was by no means a simple catching up or visit.

In essence, they had come to propose conditions to him.

"Talking in private is of course possible, but the sky is growing late; this matter is not urgent. Why not first catch up on old times?" Xuan Ge smiled at Kafka, his tone composed.

He had not yet had the chance to drink and chat freely with Ren, recounting the past of several hundred years; naturally he would not rush to discuss serious business.

Moreover, he was clear in his heart that Kafka's request to talk in private was most likely because Xing Xiao was present, unwilling to let the Destruction Monarch know their secrets.

He had long since seen through this thought, yet did not point it out; instead he wanted to see what trump cards these two ultimately had.

Xuan Ge turned his head to look at the silently not-speaking, still thoroughly cold and aloof Ren, and jokingly said with a smile:

"Ying Xing, how can you let a lady stand up for you? Later when drinking, you'll have to take a few extra penalty cups as a proper apology."

In Xuan Ge's tone, a few points of the familiarity between old friends returned.

"Hmph~" Ren coldly snorted, deliberately turning his head away, no longer looking at Xuan Ge.

Ren's expression was still cold, but in his heart the alarm had long been pulled; he dared not have the slightest slackness.

Ai Li Ou had long ago reminded him and Kafka: if on the day they arrived at the Shen Wu Xian Zhou they failed to negotiate successfully with Xuan Ge, they must heighten their vigilance.

He still remembered Ai Li Ou's instruction: under the Hunt's gaze tightly fixed on them, Ai Li Ou had exerted full effort and given them two helpless outcomes:

Either he and Kafka stay on the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, or the entire Stellaron Hunters corps are arrested by the Shen Wu military, trapped here, forced to be oxen and horses indefinitely.

Xuan Ge slowly stood up, raised his hand, and lightly passed it through Ling Sha's hair strands; his fingertips gently stroked twice on her smooth back.

The movement was gentle, his gaze warm; he used a silent motion to signal her to dissipate her anger, not to be angry over the previous matter anymore.

Ling Sha felt the warm touch transmitted from her back, and the slight itch as fingertips brushed past; her pointed ears instantly stained with a layer of faint red blush, her ear tips unconsciously twitching.

She raised her eyes to look at Xuan Ge's gentle smile; the anger in her heart toward Xing Xiao and the Grand Dahlia instantly dissipated by more than half.

"Scum!" Xing Xiao sat to the side, taking in this scene entirely.

She looked at Ling Sha's appearance of forcibly enduring shyness; her delicate body trembled with anger, and she couldn't help but harshly scold Xuan Ge.

Her tone was full of disdain and dissatisfaction; the cold aura around her body grew heavier by a few degrees.

Xuan Ge paid not the slightest attention to Xing Xiao's angry scolding; he turned his head, waved his hand slightly toward the backyard's direction, and said casually:

"Let's go; tonight's alcohol is plenty. Let's drink a few cups properly; no leaving until drunk."

Xuan Ge signaled Ren and Kafka to follow him to the General's Mansion backyard.

Ren looked at Xuan Ge's back; the corner of his mouth hooked up an extremely small arc, so fast it was hard to detect, then he slightly nodded.

Turning his head to look at Kafka, he said in a flat tone: "Let's go."

He knew tonight's drinking party was destined not to be peaceful.

Kafka composedly smiled and stood up, her posture elegant; a trace of playfulness flashed in her eyes.

She was clear in her heart: if she didn't let Xuan Ge enjoy himself fully, tonight it would be impossible to discuss serious business.

Rather than deadlock, better to go with the flow and accompany him in a proper bout of maneuvering.

At worst she would just temporarily stay on this Shen Wu Xian Zhou; anyway she was a woman, and also met Xuan Ge's preference requirements.

She would always be able to find an opportunity to go out and complete the action Ai Li Ou entrusted, breaking Xuan Ge's gaze.

Everyone arrived together in the backyard; the backyard's scenery was elegant, and everyone sat around in the courtyard at the center of the pond.

The night gradually deepened, the night curtain enveloped the earth, but the backyard's lamplight and the glowing plants on the shore reflected each other, illuminating the entire courtyard as bright as day, warm and cozy.

Xuan Ge stood up, smiling as he said "wait a moment" to everyone, then turned and walked out of the courtyard.

He signaled the guards on duty to prepare appetizers and clear wine as quickly as possible, and to make sure the guests enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

And in the interval of Xuan Ge's departure, the atmosphere in the courtyard, due to his absence, became tense once again.

Kafka clearly felt that the gazes of Ling Sha, Xing Xiao, and Daliahua were locked dead on her, carrying unconcealed hostility and scrutiny.

Seeing this, Kafka not only showed not the slightest panic, but instead crisply took off the black coat on her body and casually draped it over the chair back, leaving only the white shirt inside.

Her full and alluring chest and slender waist were tightly wrapped by the white shirt, perfectly outlining her graceful curves, utterly bewitching.

"Kafka."

Ren sat to the side, watching Kafka who had already engaged in a gaze standoff with the other three women, and helplessly called out in a low voice.

His tone was full of headache; he knew Kafka was about to start stirring things up.

Kafka turned her head, smiled gracefully at Ren, her tone composed and lazy, and said softly:

"Hehe~ things outside the script don't matter; they've already tacitly accepted me entering the game, so since that's the case, why not try — who knows, maybe we can walk out a third path~"

Finished speaking, Kafka no longer looked at Ren, sat back down on the chair, crossed her arms, leaned slightly against the chair back, expression composed, quietly watching Ling Sha and the other three women.

Her eyes held not the slightest fear, but instead carried a few parts provocation and mockery, her aura fully unleashed.