Firefly Journey

Back at the Pafetti Hotel, Lin Yuanran had a restless night's sleep.

He had a dream, a dream about his past in his original world, all ordinary little things, but now a past that was unattainable.

Before dawn, Lin Yuanran woke up from his dream. Thinking of saving money wherever possible, he didn't light the candles in the room. Instead, he reached out and pinched a candle, and a flame burst from his fingertip, making the room a little brighter.

With a flick of his hand, the flames floated towards the ceiling, settling in the center to serve as a chandelier.

Candles need to be bought when they run out, but the magic power to maintain the flame can be regenerated by resting, which saves a lot of money.

What happened before made Lin Yuanran feel a little discouraged, and he fell into self-doubt.

Harry Brown died silently, without a trace, while accepting the commission. Such a wealthy and powerful person could die so easily; if it were me, how could I possibly struggle in this complex and dangerous world?

As one progresses on the path to transcendence, one will inevitably have to deal with other extraordinary individuals, among whom there will certainly be the shadow of evil gods, which is terrifying to even think about.

Lin Yuanran had no idea what the future held.

Now... we can only take it one step at a time.

Lin Yuanran naturally understood the purpose of Tong En's assistance: to win her over, or more accurately, to invest in her. If she entered St. Louis Academy and achieved certain success, she would undoubtedly have to look after the "Neon" Guild in the future.

If we remain unknown, that's fine. At most, it's just a failed investment. The guild can afford to pay the tuition fee.

"I'm probably not a qualified time traveler..."

In the dim light, Lin Yuanran gave a self-deprecating smile.

After a barrage of chaotic thoughts bombarded his brain, he gained temporary peace.

During this time, he even had an idea.

That's like going home to hell, just living the rest of my life here. Anyway, with a little effort, I can live a good life.

If I get married and have a child, my life will be perfect.

Such thoughts were fleeting; his longing for his hometown and his past life prevented him from doing so.

He didn't know whether he had transmigrated physically or spiritually, nor did he know what he looked like in the original world.

If the body disappears along with the body, will the parents be worried?

It definitely will, especially for my mom; she'll probably cry herself to the point of being hospitalized.

I remember when she was little, she was a very beautiful woman. She was exceptionally beautiful even without makeup and was willing to dress up.

As Lin Yuanran grew older, his thinking became more and more mature. One day, he noticed that her fair skin began to wrinkle, and her hands were no longer as smooth as before, feeling a bit rough to hold.

At that moment, Lin Yuanran instantly understood that as he grew up, his parents were also gradually growing old. Time takes away so much, but the kind smiles they had when they saw him born will stay with them for a lifetime.

Lin Yuanran, her nose stinging, glanced outside. It was pitch black; she couldn't see anything, not even the moon.

……

……

At the same time, in a luxury hotel in the Lanworth district, the signboard glowed in the night, illuminating the space below.

With a look of disgust on his face, Lü Jianming, who had short hair, threw the clothes in his hand on the ground and yawned, saying, "Don't ever appear in my sight again, understand?"

A blonde woman, dressed casually in a thin garment, with tears in her eyes, slowly squatted down to pick them up.

"you liar!"

Suddenly, Elsa roared like a madwoman, ignoring the clothes on the ground, and charged towards Lü Jianming.

Lu Jianming remained calm, pressing one hand against her forehead, his expression turning cold.

"I am the Crown Prince of the Great Chu, a member of the imperial family. Why would I marry a courtesan like you? What are you thinking?"

"Before a toad tries to eat swan meat, it should take a good look at itself in the sewer. You think you're worthy?!"

Completely out of her mind, Elsa used both hands and feet to try and avenge herself on the young man who had deceived her. Like an ant trying to shake a tree, she was no match for the surrounding guards; Lü Jianming could handle a woman on his own.

"Get out of here!"

Lu Jianming grew impatient and shoved the sexy woman, who believed money was everything, face-first into the mud with a backhand slap. He then patted his clothes as if he were brushing off something disgusting.

"The money is already in your account. You'd better shut up about what's between us, or I'm not sure you'll live to spend it all."

After saying that, he closed the door.

Disheartened, Elsa began to cry again. In the deserted streets at midnight, only a few stray dogs echoed her sobs.

Dreaming of instant success, exchanging one's body for immense wealth, only to end up swallowing a bellyful of broken teeth.

To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the Crown Prince of Great Chu, she was nothing more than a toy, no different from the rare birds and animals, pearls and jewelry that her father and mother had given her when she was highly favored.

If you get tired of it, then you can just stop using it.

……

……

A manor belonging to the Broan family.

The spacious balcony has two benches separated by an old wooden table, and in the distance, the setting sun casts its last rays in the twilight.

"In a while, we won't have time for afternoon tea."

Sabrina swayed and spoke in a resentful tone, as if going to school was a heinous crime.

“Let me correct you, this is Twilight Tea.” Wind Chime’s sapphire eyes narrowed slightly, her expression as cold as ever. “And the one who doesn’t have time is you.”

"You're really asking for a beating."

“Geniuses are always the object of envy,” Wind Chime said lazily.

"Alright, alright, who can blame me when Miss Xu is so talented? She can grasp any divine decree at an incredibly fast pace. I'm really envious," Sabrina said with a smile.

“Cassius told you, right? There will be a joint competition between the academies next year, with each country sending one institution, and the age limit for participants is under 20,” Wind Chime said.

"I know... it's no secret. When school starts in a while, this news will probably be posted on the bulletin board to put pressure on the students."

Are you confident you'll get a spot?

"With you here, how could I lack confidence?"

"Then I'll drink less afternoon tea after school starts."

"If you drink less, does that mean I can't drink at all?"

"If you want to win."

"Okay, but with the strength of our class, getting a representative right is a piece of cake if we get serious."

Sabrina was full of confidence. She wasn't exaggerating. Class 29 was full of students chosen by Cassius, and each of them had their own unique qualities. If they could correct their bad habits, they would be absolutely invincible among their peers.

"The premise is that Mirashu can reliably summon powerful creatures, not cats and dogs. Paninger is impulsive and easily tricked, and Upton is too timid and only knows how to defend." Wind Chime pointed out the shortcomings of her classmates one by one.

"Allen's direct combat ability is worrying, Hoglius and Paninger are cut from the same cloth, Fway is suitable for support but not strong in combat, and that good-for-nothing Chu Guo, well, if it's a group fight, his group of assassins would be somewhat useful."

As each comment was made, Sabrina listened with amusement, but she had to admit that Wind Chime's words were spot on and hit the nail on the head.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow: "Have you forgotten someone?"

"You? You're not bad."

"No, no, no, I mean my future classmate, the one who's willing to lift your skirt."

“Ario? He can provide us with firewood and grilled fish, and do the logistics.”

puff.

Sabrina couldn't help but laugh out loud, but aristocratic etiquette forbade her from doing so, and she quickly regained her composure.

It's not good to talk badly about others behind their backs.

“I said it to his face, and he didn’t dare to contradict me.”