Chapter 360: Two Ladies, Let Me Show You a Magic Trick

"Can you grow vegetables here?" Ange pointed at the colorful, very pretty ornamental flowerbed and asked.

Aubeenli's forehead filled with black lines, screaming inside: Such a pretty flowerbed, and you want to grow vegetables on it!!!

"No," Aubeenli said.

After a while, Ange pointed at the lush green lawn ahead: "Can you grow vegetables there?"

"No," Aubeenli replied.

Ange pointed at the ornamental flower-vine corridor ahead: "Can you grow vegetables?"

"No…" Aubeenli said weakly.

Ange pointed at the magic-ball match arena on the side — a rare large flat ground where mages rode and stood on all sorts of magical instruments, staffs, brooms, and the like, chasing the magic ball through the air, manipulating it to fly into the opponent's goal.

It was a sport that demanded a great deal of elemental control and magical manipulation.

"Grow vegetables?" Ange tilted his head.

"No… Don't you have any other hobbies?" Aubeenli looked a little on the verge of losing it.

Ange tilted his head, thought for a while, then pointed at the lively bikini beach in the distance: "Can you grow grain there?"

Aubeenli's anger flared up in an instant — can't grow vegetables so you switch to grain? Isn't that the same thing?

Then she immediately noticed that everyone in Ange's row was looking at her — among them the little angel holding the Great Angel's Staff, the little zombie, Lisa, the Elemental Dead-Land Estoria…

Aubeenli sucked her fury back in with a sharp inhale, forced a smile, and said: "No."

"Oh, not fun." Ange reached his conclusion, and on his own reached into his spatial storage to plant things.

Aubeenli had a lump stuck in her chest, and for a long while couldn't get it down. Although she usually hung around Meishencheng a lot, she didn't have much contact with Ange, and never imagined the guy could be this infuriating.

After bringing everyone to her mage tower and arranging their stay, Aubeenli tossed some passes to everyone and said dominantly:

"Everyone, eat well, have fun, be happy. If you run into trouble, don't kill anyone, don't make a big scene. Bully people, force buying and selling — no problem. Just mention my name when it happens, and I'll handle it. I'm leaving now, I have a pile of things to do. If you need anything, find the butler."

Then she fled in disarray, because she noticed Ange eyeing the magical-plant flowerbed in front of her mage tower again.

Aubeenli had her own mage tower — a six-story-tall building above ground. Here in the Star Cluster, it didn't quite fit her identity as a Death Star. Look at Blue Star's Stargazing Tower, soaring into the clouds, a full hundred-plus meters tall.

But no one knew that beneath the Death Star Tower, there were more than twenty additional underground levels, reaching nearly seventy meters in depth — that was the true main body of the Death Star Tower.

However, when everyone went to visit, they found the underground main body had been flooded…

Aubeenli's butler was an undead, outwardly a girl in a maid's dress, currently explaining awkwardly: "So rude of me, so rude of me. The Death Star Tower has been built for over six hundred years, and has fallen into disrepair. It started leaking two hundred years ago. At first the master would still go fix it, but after a few repairs she gave up, and now she uses it to raise fish."

Well, the underground main body couldn't be visited, and the six above-ground floors were walked through in no time. Everyone simply picked up their passes and scattered.

Duroken, in high spirits, put on his Midas-touch outfit, donned his top hat, and strolled along at the front leading the way.

Meanwhile Flash Feiti, wearing a scarecrow hat, had transformed into an unremarkable middle-aged human, following behind Duroken, looking here and there.

Flash Feiti was currently in projection form, but his true body was a purple-gold skeleton with overwhelmingly powerful spiritual force. Even as a projection, aside from Ange and Aubeenli, no one else could see through his true appearance.

Still, he was a bit reserved at first — after all, this might be the first time Flash Feiti had gone shopping since gaining consciousness. But once he saw an undead sorcerer parading down the street leading a withered skeleton, he got used to it.

"Oh? The people here aren't afraid of undead creatures?" Duroken asked in surprise.

The undead maid-butler hurriedly floated over and explained: "Reporting to my lord, this is the Country of the Star Cluster. The stars here are dazzling and colorful, so we don't reject undead creatures. Those who do reject them have already been buried by Lord Death Star."

"Oh~" everyone suddenly understood.

Ange also curiously looked around. The streets here were the most species-diverse place Ange had ever seen — even more varied than the Lich's Undercity.

Loran City's species were actually already quite diverse — minotaurs, dark elves, dwarves, goblins — but at least they all stayed within the category of humanoid creatures. Here was different.

A blob of wind element drifted past ahead, accompanied by an elemental summoner shouting at the top of his lungs: "Make way, make way, the Elemental Street-Sweeper is here! Please throw the trash in your hands to it. Do not approach, do not touch."

Wherever the wind element passed, the entire street was cleaned — even the dust was sucked away.

At a corner, a juggling circus — several skeletons, led by an undead mage, were dancing the construct dance.

The kind where they dressed themselves up as constructs, dancing stiffly upright, then disassembled the bones off their own bodies while singing and dancing — that kind of construct dance.

When the dancing reached an exciting part, the watching crowd cheered enthusiastically, showering silver and copper coins onto the stage.

A mage wearing a red hat flew over, found a gap between dance routines, and asked the undead mage: "Register these — all these skeletons have legal sources, right?"

The undead mage hurriedly explained: "Yes, yes, here's the registration certificate."

"Alright, the source of the corpses must be legal, understand? If we find out you've been digging up other people's graves on your own and stealing corpses, Lord Death Star will personally come have a chat with you. Got it?" the red-hat mage said.

At the mere mention of Death Star, the undead mage started sweating from his forehead: "No, no, this isn't my first time performing here. These old partners of mine have followed me for over ten years — I would never dig up graves randomly."

After the inspection, the red-hat mage mounted his broom and flew off. Passing Ange's group and seeing the Death Star pass, he even stopped to salute.

When the skeleton dance troupe resumed performing, the undead mage somehow didn't notice an extra skeleton — Flash Feiti, having taken off his hat, had blended in with the skeletons and happily danced for half the show.

When the undead mage happily went up on stage to collect the coins, he suddenly noticed: "Huh? Why are my tips so few?"

Flash Feiti scooped up a pouch of silver and copper coins, scurried back, grabbed a handful for Duroken, a handful for the little angel and little zombie, a handful for Ange.

"What about mine?!" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

Flash Feiti scoffed: "Earn it yourself."

The dragon's competitive spirit instantly surged: "Hmph, you think I can't earn it? Just you wait!"

Before the bronze dragon could think of a way to make money, he saw Duroken walk up to two beautiful ladies, tip his top hat, and bow elegantly.

"Two beautiful ladies, I bless you — as lovely and radiant as lilies." As he spoke, he held out his hat, and with his other hand plucked something from the air and tossed it in.

With a whoosh, a puff of white smoke burst out. When the smoke cleared, two enchanting lilies appeared in the hat.

Duroken picked up the lilies and presented them to the two beautiful ladies.

But the two beautiful ladies took the bouquet and looked at him with half-smiles. One of them drew out a handkerchief, covered the flowers with it, and gave a pat. When she lifted the handkerchief — huh? The bouquet was gone?

The other lady slowly brushed her hand over the flowers, and the pure white blossoms took on a lead-gray metallic hue, transforming into metal lilies.

After finishing their demonstrations, the two ladies said with half-smiles: "What year are you in? Spatial or Alchemy? Don't you recognize us? You dare flirt with your teachers?"

Duroken's animation had gone too far — a ten-thousand-year-old lich mistaken for a student. Duroken was stunned for a moment, then clenched his teeth hard: "Love can cast aside everything." Saying so, he pulled out two limited-edition deluxe ten-milliliter bottles of essence.

A one-hundred-milliliter bottle of essence cost over a thousand magic crystals — too expensive. At the very least, the teachers at the Star Cluster Magic Academy weren't willing to buy a whole bottle at once.

Lisa, ever eager to help, immediately rolled out the deluxe edition — ten milliliters for one hundred and twenty magic crystals — and sales were even hotter. The ones Duroken pulled out were the limited edition.

"Ooh! Beauty Goddess Essence? The limited edition? You're giving it to us?" The two female teachers' eyes lit up.

"Of course, being applied to two ladies' beautiful faces would be its greatest honor."

"Hehe, you certainly know how to talk, but we don't accept gifts from students." The two female teachers declined with great reluctance.

"I'm not a student. Here, let me show you a magic trick."

Seeing Ange and the two teachers chatted as they walked off into the distance.

Lord Nai Ge sighed: "Two hundred magic crystals spent just like that? Even if you soak in it you can't use it, this spendthrift thing."

Looking back—hm? Where are the three Seeing Ange?

The three Seeing Ange were squatting by the roadside, watching people play net-'ball'.

"Everyone, everyone, come on and have a go! The rewards are generous. Every time you toss the ball into the air, when it falls use magic to control the net pouch and catch the ball. Whatever you catch, that's what you win. One silver coin per try, one gold coin for eleven tries, one magic crystal for one hundred and twenty tries. Little ones, want to come play?"

The net-'ball' stall owner shouted himself hoarse, and even turned to inquire of the little angel.

The little angel now looked just like a little girl, right at the prime playful age, and also the mainstream consumer group for net-'ball'. Once a child wants to play, the adults at home can't win against them.

Sure enough, the little angel nodded frantically, stuffed the handful of coins Fetty had just grabbed entirely into the owner's hand, then took the net pouch and handed it to Seeing Ange.

A big spender! Looking at the pile of small change in his hand, the owner nodded excitedly, but before long was startled by a cry of surprise.

Looking up, he saw Seeing Ange controlling the net pouch with nimble movements, catching every single ball sprayed into the air without missing one.

A few minutes later, the owner tearfully returned all the money, stuffed all his prizes into Seeing Ange's hands, then rolled up his stall and ran off.

Running a net-'ball' game in a place like Star Cluster Academy, the difficulty was definitely cranked up. Unless an Archmage came, there was absolutely no way to lose money.

In the owner's heart, Seeing Ange was definitely some Archmage in disguise.

That day, everyone had a wonderful time. Returning to the mage tower, they saw Aobenli bristling with killing intent.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Do you need help?" Lord Nai Ge hurriedly asked.

"No, no, no." Aobenli quickly rubbed her cheeks and said: "I'm used to it. Every year during the festival there's bound to be a pile of trouble. As long as no one dies, it's fine. I just caught two rapists, over a dozen murderers, one Exorcist, six slave traders—I buried them all."

Lord Nai Ge's mouth couldn't close. You just said 'as long as no one dies,' and then turned around and buried over twenty of them—those buried don't count as people?

"Unfortunately, I searched the Exorcist's soul. Besides him there are two more. These sneaky worm-casting bastards—if I don't find them, I won't be able to rest tonight. I'll come back to check on you all, then I'm going on duty." Aobenli said.

Lord Nai Ge gestured for Seeing Ange to pull out one of the Worm Gods: "That's easy. Take Hemoeer with you and let it help you search."

"Hemoeer? Hermeortos? Worm God?" Aobenli looked at the four-legged creature before her that had grown fat as a pig, and asked in surprise.

Just then, Aobenli's communicator rang. She picked it up and after a brief exchange, said with a strange expression:

"There's a youth who got into a fight with two female teachers from our academy at a tavern. The female teachers clawed his face up, and called him a swindler. He was caught by the patrol team. That youth has my pass on him…"

Lord Nai Ge looked around. The only one who hadn't returned was Seeing Ange—and he was currently in a youth's appearance, and he had been walking off with two female teachers…

"Kuabadar, what is all this?!" Lord Nai Ge started cursing.

Aobenli had the patrol team release the person, didn't linger, and took Hemoeer with her to search for the remaining two Exorcists.

Not long after, Seeing Ange returned, his face covered in scratch marks, in a sorry state.

Whoosh—a crowd of gossip-mongers swarmed around.

"What's the situation? Why on earth did you get into a fight? Why did they scratch you?" Lord Nai Ge asked with gleaming eyes. From his eyes one could see the raging flames burning in his heart—and such flames also burned in the eyes of the others.

Seeing Ange covered his face and turned to run.

Everyone failed to catch up. Instead Aobenli came back again. Hemoeer led her out on a long loop, then looped back, all the way to the water-change inlet of the underground main body of the Dead Star Tower.

The inlet was too small for Hemoeer to squeeze into, so it spat a mouthful of water at the inlet.

Not long after, a swarm of small black fish poured crazily out of the inlet, baring sharp teeth, frantically gnawing at the water Hemoeer had spat.

The Worm God's belongings held a fatal attraction for these worm-fish.

Aobenli was furious: "My fish! All my fish have turned into these monstrous things!"

"Fertilizer." Seeing Ange ran over happily, pushed Aobenli aside, then poured a bottle of insecticide into the inlet.

The monstrous fish, already going mad under Hemoeer's stimulation, now grew even more frenzied, and before long began tearing at each other.

Seeing Ange swiftly collected the monstrous fish corpses, clearing more space at the inlet. The worm-fish that caught the scent crowded desperately toward this spot, like a pipeline made of worm-fish had been opened up.

Seeing Seeing Ange clean things up so quickly, the worried Aobenli had just breathed a sigh of relief, when it was immediately suspended again because of Lord Nai Ge's words.

"I wonder if there are any in the bay? Tomorrow's ceremony has so many people, plus the bikini beach—better not feed the worm-fish."

PS: Hm? Oh no, there are double monthly tickets. Quick, rob you of your tickets.