hotmtlnovel Chapter 690 The Game is About to Begin
Chapter 690 The Game is About to Begin
As expected, the owner of the manor should have been invited directly from the beginning. There was no need for so many detours.
For the nearly omnipotent owner of the manor, repairing the mess was no big deal.
While everyone was still worrying about the crooked wooden frames and the mottled and peeling walls in the venue, the owner of the manor raised his fingertips slightly and casually clapped his palms twice.
The next second, the originally tattered and dusty venue seemed to be cast a spell. The broken bricks and stones automatically returned to their places, the rotten wood glowed with new light, and even the musty smell in the air was replaced by the fresh fragrance of flowers. The entire space instantly became neat and elegant, perfect without a single flaw.
However, this perfect solution made Andrew, who was standing by, full of doubts and even speechless.
He tilted his head, his brows furrowed. The owner of the manor was clearly a god-like being, capable of meeting anyone and getting anything done at a moment's notice. If he wanted to talk to Efron face to face, wouldn't he have just gone there in person? Why did he have to assign this task to him?
At that time, Andrew was just an ignorant child, his mind was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and he was completely unable to understand the deep meaning of the manor owner's arrangement.
But the adults present, such as the calm Jose Badem, had a look of understanding in their eyes.
They knew it clearly in their hearts: Don't forget, the owner of the manor is above everything else, and Andrew is not only his child, but also the one who is most like him among all his children - whether it is the expression between his eyebrows or the potential power in his bones, they are exactly the same as the owner of the manor.
Thinking about it this way, the answer seemed clear. Having Andrew contact Efron on behalf of the manor owner to handle this seemingly simple matter wasn't a "trouble" at all; it was clearly the manor owner's painstaking effort.
Let him step out of the shelter early, get in touch with people and things outside, learn to deal with them and learn to think, just like a young eagle must practice flapping its wings before flying high.
This "pre-training" paves the way for him to take on more responsibilities in the future, quietly polishing his brilliance. Seen this way, far from being a disadvantage, it is actually the most precious gift of growth.
But of course, although Jose Baden's guess was somewhat correct, he was thinking too much. The owner of the manor let Andrew go just for fun.
How interesting it is that the child looks like me.
(For those who have forgotten the previous plot, here is a reminder that Andrew already knew that he was not his biological son.)
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"Well, Andrew has gone first, so shouldn't we also prepare?" Natasha's voice was full of uncontrollable joy, her eyes sparkling, as if she was about to take action in the next second.
From the very beginning of discussing the design of the game levels, some of her bold and novel ideas were adopted. This made her very excited and she couldn't wait to see how these ideas would turn out in reality.
At first, Natasha was secretly racking her brains: How could she accurately replicate those fantastical scenes and settings she had imagined in reality?
After all, some of the details even she herself thought were so far-fetched that they were almost impossible to realize.
But when she thought of the owner of the manor, all her worries disappeared in an instant - with that omnipotent being around, what could be impossible?
When I think about it this way, the problems that I originally thought were difficult to solve seem to have turned into surprise gift boxes that are about to be opened.
At this moment, Natasha has changed into carefully prepared clothes. The patterns on the neckline and cuffs are exquisite and unique, which just highlights her special state at the moment.
What is even more striking is that with the help of the manor owner, fine lines like porcelain cracks have appeared on her joints and face. When the sunlight falls on them, you can vaguely see the faint light flowing in the lines.
She moved her wrists slightly, and the cracks opened and closed slightly with the movement. She looked like an exquisite puppet given life, weird and charming.
Of course, this look was exactly what Natasha had dreamed of. She turned around in front of the mirror, looking at her puppet-like self. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and the anticipation in her eyes grew stronger - her "performance" was finally about to begin.
"Look at how excited you are! Your eyes are practically sparkling. You better hold on. Don't burst out laughing when you go on stage. That would ruin your performance."
Looking at his wife Natasha's excited expression beside him, Qiu Ke shook his head helplessly and amusedly. Although he spoke jokingly, his tone couldn't hide his full fondness for her, and even his eyes softened a little.
He reached out and gently ruffled Natasha's hair, his fingertips touching the lines on her face that looked like cracks on a puppet, and he softened his movements. "Don't worry, I know what's going on." Natasha smiled up at him, the anticipation in her eyes undiminished.
Qiu Ke naturally had his own part to play, and he had already prepared for it. He was now dressed in a long, inky black robe, the material thick yet not awkward. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate dark gold patterns, which appeared faintly in the light, adding a touch of mystery and majesty.
The most shocking thing was his face - its original appearance had long been replaced by a ball of burning flames. The flames started from his forehead and spread all the way down to his jaw. The dancing flames were scorching hot, but did not burn his clothes at all.
The inky black flames were mixed with some faint blue flames, casting a strange halo around him. The whole person standing there looked like a demon king who had just crawled out of the abyss of hell, carrying a daunting sense of oppression.
He raised his hand to straighten his collar, the flames swaying slightly with his movements. His voice was low but with a hint of a smile: "Well, I should be able to calm the place down like this, right?"
“Super cool.”
Luchino's voice came lightly. Although he was praising Jock, he was concentrating on looking at a small silver mirror. He held a delicate oil paint pen in his fingers and carefully drew intricate lines on the corners of his eyes without even lifting his eyelids.
The tone was as flat as if he was saying "The weather is nice today", without any excitement or admiration. There was no rising tone and no extra emotions. It was impossible to tell whether he really thought Qiu Ke's look was amazing or was just agreeing and "praising" him as a routine.
But at this moment, no one cared whether Luchino's praise was sincere or perfunctory.
The atmosphere in the venue was becoming increasingly tense, and the air seemed to be filled with a sense of anxiety about to begin - the game was about to begin, and everyone had their own role and tasks to complete. Jose Badem was checking the props, Natasha was still adjusting her "puppet cracks" in front of the mirror, and Joke was adapting to the burning sensation of the flames wrapping around his face.
Everyone was busy with the final preparations. No one had the time to worry about whether a compliment was true or not. Everyone had only one thought in mind: to be well prepared, to do their part, and to welcome this "game" that was destined to be exciting.