Chapter 1279 - 315: Advancement_6

Chapter 1279: Chapter 315: Advancement_6

"So in the end, you still need a solid education. Just look at the angle you choose when you flatter someone—it’s always so refreshingly weird."

"My lord overpraises me."

"That’s why I find it strange. Why is it that this time, with the upgrade, you’re not anxious?

San’er is too far away; even if he’s anxious, it won’t reach us. As for Mo Wan, I know why it isn’t anxious;

but you?"

"Actually, your subordinate has his reasons too. I also want to open my heart to my lord."

"Then open it. Whatever the secret is, even if it’s some quirky fetish, I can understand it and I can accept it. After all, you’re not Mo Wan."

"But inside your subordinate’s heart, it’s completely empty."

"What do you mean?"

"My lord, your subordinate, that’s exactly what I mean."

"But you’re the most serious about your work, you have the most drive, and you’re the one most eager to rebel."

This was publicly acknowledged.

The blind man chuckled and said:

"My lord, your subordinate feels that taking work seriously, striving for progress, and trying to achieve the best possible outcome—that’s not some secret, and it’s not something shameful or unpresentable;

your subordinate believes these qualities are something every person ought to have just by virtue of being human."

Lord Zheng let out a sigh and said:

"Feels like you’re scolding me."

"Your subordinate wouldn’t dare."

"Then go on."

"Your subordinate doesn’t know what he actually wants to do. I only know I should take whatever’s in front of me seriously. Back in Hutou City, during that first half year when my lord still hadn’t awakened, your subordinate only did one business deal—got Siniang her first pot of gold to open the tavern;

after that,

your subordinate just sat at the tavern door for half a year, basking in the sun, and didn’t take on a single other job."

"Delivering Fu Water doesn’t count?"

"My lord actually remembers that?"

"I still wonder if that captain’s wife ever remarried."

"Ding Hao once sent her a sum of silver. She should be doing quite well, I suppose."

This time it was Zheng Fan’s turn to be surprised. He said:

"You know that too?"

"I do."

"Alright, keep talking."

"Actually, your subordinate is very lazy. I’ve been human, I’ve been a ghost, and I’ve also been something neither human nor ghost;

and precisely because I don’t know what I should do, and don’t know what I want to do, I’m desperate to do whatever’s in front of me as well as possible, to the extreme.

Take you, my lord, as an example: according to this trajectory, if in the end you don’t at least sit on that dragon throne for a bit, your subordinate feels that would be a regret.

So my enthusiasm is just that I don’t want to stop. Because once I stop, I’ll have to start thinking again: what do I actually want to do?

Your subordinate doesn’t like that feeling. That’s why I take work seriously and take living seriously."

"I get it. You’re... lost."

"Yes."

"Didn’t expect you of all people to be lost."

"As long as you’re alive, you’ll be lost."

"Yeah."

The blind man took a big orange out of his pocket,

peeled it,

then held a segment of orange up to Zheng Fan’s mouth.

Zheng Fan opened his mouth, took it, chewed. At the corner of his lips, a little white pith from the orange was left behind.

The blind man reached out and pointed at his own mouth corner, signaling to Zheng Fan.

"Gross," Zheng Fan said.

"If your subordinate had proactively reached out to wipe it off for my lord, that would be truly gross."

"No, that actually wouldn’t be the grossest thing."

"Oh?"

"The grossest thing would be: after you reach out to wipe it off for me, you suddenly advance. If it happened like that, it’d disgust me for a whole year—no, ten years."

"The way my lord’s saying it, I almost really want to try it."

"Don’t."

"Your subordinate is joking. But it seems my lord is very repulsed by this kind of thing. Understandable—back then, whether it was the female harem or the male harem, my lord looked down on them all."

"No, actually after the studio disbanded, in order to make more money, I secretly drew some."

"Harem stuff?" the blind man asked tentatively.

Zheng Fan nodded and said, "You know, the cost of going for euthanasia is really high, and the channels are hard to get into. I didn’t want to sell the only apartment I had while I was still alive, so I had to desperately make money."

"Your subordinate boldly dares to......"

"Shut up."

"Your subordinate is curious."

"Shut up."

"Then your subordinate will go ask them."

"Fine, ask."

"Female harem?"

Zheng Fan nodded.

The blind man’s face showed a look of understanding. He said, "For the sake of survival, that’s understandable."

Who would have thought,

Lord Zheng said:

"I did draw them... and it flopped."

The smile on the blind man’s face froze;

so...

"What’s with that expression?"

"Your subordinate is just a bit surprised."

Lord Zheng spoke up: "For the sake of survival, that should be understandable, right?"

The blind man didn’t say anything.

"Right?" Lord Zheng asked again.

"Ah." The blind man sighed. "My lord has suffered."

"Actually, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, that stuff really is profitable. If my illness hadn’t gotten worse and I’d known earlier how it would turn out, the studio wouldn’t have collapsed. Just like the perfume we’re doing now—since ancient times, women’s money is the easiest to earn."

"That’s because my lord draws well too."

"Why do I feel like you’re scolding me again?"

"Your subordinate wouldn’t dare."

Lord Zheng took out the two oranges he’d swiped from the room earlier, peeled one.

He ate a segment himself,

then peeled another segment and held it up to the blind man’s mouth.

The blind man didn’t open his mouth.

Lord Zheng glared. "Open up."

The blind man opened his mouth, took the orange, and chewed.

"Sweet?"

"My lord, your subordinate..."

"Heh."

Lord Zheng chuckled.

"My lord, now it should be your subordinate’s turn to say what the truly grossest thing would be. That is, if your subordinate advances right after eating this segment of orange, your subordinate would...... no!"

All of a sudden, a streak of gray light burst out from the blind man’s body. The wind suddenly picked up around them, and a vortex of spiritual power began to form all around.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence,

and just like that,

he advanced.

The blind man reached up and slapped his own forehead, letting out a sigh:

"Ah..."