Firefly Journey

Chapter 152 Rescuing the Journalists in Action (9)

Cassius Bello stayed in the classroom all morning and then left; he always seemed busy and valued every moment.

As soon as the teacher left, the quiet classroom instantly transformed, reverting to its original state as a bustling market.

The dragon girl Paninger yawned, and her dragon wings unfurled behind her. Fortunately, Fwaye had anticipated this and ducked to avoid the attack.

"I'll go back and make some grass cake later. Anyone want some? I'll bring some over tomorrow."

"Grass cake?" Fway looked at him suspiciously. "Are you out of your mind?"

Paninger wasn't annoyed, and snorted coldly: "Look at your ignorant look. Bamboo is evergreen all year round, and its leaves are excellent ingredients after processing. They are perfect for making cakes."

Fei Wei said irritably, "Is that what you call a grass cake? Wouldn't it be more accurate to call it a bamboo leaf cake or a groundhog cake?"

"Mind your own business!" Paninger rolled his eyes. "I can call you whatever I want, what's it to you?"

Anyone who wants them, hurry and place your order! Quantities are limited!

Nobody was interested because this girl always liked to experiment with strange ingredients, and she never managed to make them taste good.

Few shook his head first, and Paninger said he didn't want to give it to you in the first place.

Instead, Faye laughed. Damn, he'd escaped a close call.

The Shadow Mage Allen slipped away silently, and no one even noticed him.

With no one supporting her, the class monitor, overflowing with compassion, stepped forward: "If possible, I'd like one."

"Yay!" Paninger exclaimed excitedly, standing up and grabbing Sabrina's arm. He then nestled his face against her shoulder, looking so sweet and affectionate.

Immediately, she looked pitifully at the wind chimes and said, "Senior, would you like some too?"

Feng Ling didn't even turn her head, ignoring him: "I'm still young, and I have no plans to end my own life for the time being."

"Pfft!"

The carefree Lü Jianming burst out laughing on the spot. Then, seeing the sharp look Paninger was giving him, he tried to control his expression, but it was still clear that he was holding it in.

"Ahem..." Lü Jianming clenched his fist and placed it on his chin. "The competition is in a week, and I'll probably be very tired then. Why don't we take advantage of the free time now and relax a bit?"

Fwayne and Hauglis looked expectantly at each other, while Mirasha glanced at Sabrina, her expression unchanged. Only "Armored Turtle" Upton refused as always.

"I have to do laundry today, I don't have time."

"Your reasons are always so simple and perfunctory." Lu Jianming's lips twitched.

Upton said, "There's no other way. My mother raised me with great difficulty, so of course I have to do what I can."

"You're such a good son to your mother!"

“Of course,” Upton said proudly.

Lu Jianming ignored him; he was too boring. He turned to ask Allen, but Allen was nowhere to be found. Well, the Shadow Mage's innate skills were truly unexpected…

With Cassius gone, everyone relaxed considerably, and in no time, the once bustling classroom was empty.

Lu Jianming was arm in arm with Fei Wei and Hauglis, seemingly off playing something.

Upton Somerfield walked out of the college, boarded a bus at the bus stop outside, and arrived at his home half an hour later.

His family wasn't well-off, and he shared a place with others. There were many children chasing each other in the yard, but they weren't old enough to go to school yet. Of course, even if they were, it was hard to say how many of them would actually go to school.

When he returned home, he immediately saw his mother threading a needle.

His mother had always been in poor health and unable to work for long periods, so no one was willing to hire her. However, Yicheng was a big city with a thriving economy in all sectors, and some employers, in order to save costs, would subcontract jobs piecemeal, often paying very low wages.

Upton's mother didn't mind the low pay and kept taking the job to raise him.

The beads of sweat on her mother's neck revealed that she was nearing her physical limit, yet she never put down her needle and thread. Upton sighed silently.

"I am back."

Upon hearing this, Upton's mother finally turned around and gave her son a smile, "Are you hungry?"

Upton shook his head.

In fact, since he entered St. Louis Academy, he has continuously improved his cultivation level and taken on many missions. The money he has earned is enough for the mother and son to live an ordinary life.

However, his mother, Mrs. Megan, still disliked luxury because she believed her son was still young and needed money for school, food, and clothing; she wanted to save wherever possible. This was why she remained busy every day.

Upton walked over, put down the blanket Megan was sewing, and said, "Take a break."

Megan suffers from a back problem. Her family was poor when she was young, and she had to work as a laborer at the docks with her father before she was ten years old. This left her with a lingering injury. She has difficulty straightening her back, and it is hard for her not to feel pain if she maintains one posture for a long time.

Megan couldn't persuade Upton otherwise, so she had no choice but to give up.

"I'm going to do the laundry."

Upton said.

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Lin Yuanran cautiously made his way through the city lord's mansion, observing for a long time before taking each step, fearing that he might be discovered by the guards or by some extraordinary means.

The closer Lin Yuanran got to the location indicated by the compass, the more soldiers there were, both stationed and patrolling. It seemed the compass was working correctly; such a large-scale operation likely meant they were holding the reporter captive.

After touching things for nearly an hour, Lin Yuanran stopped in front of a row of strange houses.

Compared to the other magnificent buildings in the city lord's mansion, this row of houses can only be described as simple.

The neat and tidy house was heavily guarded; Lin Yuanran could think of no other explanation besides a prison.

The pointer of the compass also matches perfectly here.

Lin Yuanran's eyes darkened. Just as he was about to contact Claudia and the others, a patrol of guards stopped at the spot. He recognized the officer at the head of the patrol.

Boros Fair, that wretched retired soldier!

He was the mole.

His current location in the city lord's mansion of Seror is enough to prove that this is where Mr. Victor is being held.

Boros said something to the garrison soldiers, then left with his patrol, patting the garrison leader on the shoulder as he went.

Lin Yuanran remained calm and secretly communicated with his teammates.

After a long wait, Claudia and the others arrived.

Lin Yuanran explained the general situation and said that they had to go inside to see if the reporter was inside.

However, with heavy guards stationed there, it would be extremely difficult to sneak in unnoticed; a foolproof plan would be necessary.

Without a second's hesitation, Lin Yuanran planned to use the same trick again.

He had spent many days with Boros Fair and knew far more about him than he did about Locke. If he could successfully infiltrate using Locke's face, then Boros's identity was certainly no problem either.

After changing his clothes, Lin Yuanran swaggered over.

"Open the door, I want to come in." Lin Yuanran said sparingly.

The more you talk, the more flaws you might expose. Lin Yuanran knew this well, so he tried to speak as little as possible.

The soldiers stationed there were also completely bewildered, just like those people from the side gate before. You just left and you're back again? What's going on!

The garrison commander said, "Uh, I'm afraid that won't work. Although you are the captain by His Excellency's side, no one can go in without the commander's order."

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P.S.: Happy New Year.