Chapter 418

After all, his identity was still very sensitive.

The Liyue Qixing would love nothing more than for him to slip up so they could make trouble for him.

Not to mention,

earlier, Lady Keqing of the Tianheng Star and her secretary Seeing Ganyu both came,

clearly valuing this comic shop.

Of course,

what Young Master feared most was Boss Han himself!

Someone who could grant others such miraculous rewards was, by any measure, no ordinary person.

He vaguely felt that, if he were to make a move,

the outcome would likely not be pleasant.

"If you can catch up to it, you should be able to retrieve it.

After all, that Fake Peace Star is, in the end, a reward you obtained."

Han Feng said with a light laugh.

"Thanks, boss! I'll come back tomorrow!"

Young Master nodded, turned around, and left directly.

He planned to investigate this comic shop's information after catching the Fake Peace Star.

He had to understand it thoroughly.

"Boss, can that Fake Peace Star really be caught?"

After Young Master left, Noelle asked curiously.

"If he had acted the instant it flew out, there would still be a chance.

As for now, the Fake Peace Star has flown off to who-knows-where, so the odds aren't good."

Han Feng said, shaking his head.

"Then you still tricked him earlier, saying it could be retrieved."

Noelle said with a smile.

She felt the boss had become a little wicked.

"Didn't you see how sulky he looked?

If I hadn't said that, what if he got angry and smashed the shop? Then you'd be out of a job, wouldn't you?"

Han Feng gave Noelle's little cheek a rub and said teasingly.

Mmm,

the feel is different from little Paimon's.

But both are quite pleasant.

"He was so scared he slipped away on the spot — how would he dare to plot against you, boss?"

Noelle's face flushed red as she pushed Boss Han's hand away.

The boss really is getting naughtier and naughtier.

Han Feng smiled faintly and continued to sip his tea.

After leaving the comic shop, Young Master was preparing to go search for traces of the Fake Peace Star.

But he was stopped by the Millelith.

"Sorry, by order of Lady Ningguang, anyone who enters this Worry-Free Bookstore must report the rewards they obtain.

Any falsification, once discovered, will not be tolerated — we ask for your cooperation."

"My reward has already flown away — what is there for you to check?"

Seeing it was the Millelith questioning him, Young Master forced himself to be patient as he replied.

"Flew away?"

The Millelith leader was taken aback. "Was it that thing that looked like a blue meteor?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's the one! Do you know where it flew off to?"

Seeing the Millelith had information, Young Master hurriedly asked excitedly.

"It went off in the direction of the sea."

The Millelith leader instinctively pointed in a direction.

"Over there?"

Qun ③ Its (1) 7 2 jiu yi 1 9

After confirming the direction, Young Master turned back to thank the Millelith.

"Brother, thanks a lot — I'll treat you to a meal later."

With that, he rushed straight off in the direction the Millelith leader had pointed.

"Later, send someone to the Northland Bank to ask what reward Young Master obtained."

After coming back to his senses and seeing Young Master had already left, the Millelith leader instructed his subordinates.

Since it was the Fatui who obtained a reward, they ought to pay even closer attention.

"Yes, sir!"

The Millelith nearby nodded.

"What a strange bookstore."

The Millelith leader looked back toward the Worry-Free Bookstore, his heart full of curiosity.

He had now seen four strange rewards obtained from this place.

One is a rune top that can lend money,

one is an umbrella that rains when opened.

Then there was that Death Body, where people died wherever he went.

Now there's this reward of Young Master simply flying away.

Each one is utterly strange.

It left the Qianyan Army leader with an itch he couldn't scratch.

If he weren't on duty here, he'd have gone inside to take a look.

"Hmm, then I'll go after my shift ends!"

The Qianyan Army leader thought to himself.