RNP Chapter 369 Function
Chapter 369 Function
Chapter 369 Function
Tuscalola settled in the city of Stellate.
Anyway, she had nowhere else to go, so what difference did it make where she stayed?
She also has enough money for him to live in a hotel for the rest of his life.
However, life here is also quite boring.
Tuscarola spends all his time in the hotel, just spacing out and doing nothing.
In the past, Tuscarola would have enjoyed the time she could daydream; it would have made her feel comfortable.
But right now she hates being idle.
Whenever he calms down, Tuscarola inexplicably feels agitated.
She had almost lost her temper several times and smashed the pillow to pieces.
Tuscarola just hoped that Draco would come to her soon and give her something to do.
Fortunately, Draco finally knocked on her door today:
Good morning, Laura.
Not good at all, and:
"I am not Lola, I am Tuscarola."
"Why are you now fixated on 'Lola' instead of 'small'?"
Tuscarola was internally debating whether or not to kill Draco.
This frivolous man never utters a single kind word.
Forget it, Tuscarola couldn't be bothered arguing with this guy.
"So, is there a mission?"
"Of course!" Draco said with a smile. "There are tons of people asking the Block Alliance for help these days."
Tuscarola wanted this answer: "Who do you want me to kill?"
"Don't rush, little Lola, take your time. Shall we find a place to sit down?"
The two arrived at the hotel lobby and ordered several pickled white fish.
"Give me a glass of sparkling wine from the Plains of Lorraine," Draco said. "And for her—"Bring her a glass of milk.
Upon hearing this, Tuscarola was startled and immediately interrupted:
"No! I don't want milk!"
"Huh?" Draco looked puzzled. "Don't you like drinking milk?"
"I don't like it."
The milk tasted awful, and had a faint fishy smell.
However, last time Harriet added something called a sugar cube to the milk, the milk instantly became more delicious.
Ultimately, Tuscarola doesn't like drinking milk.
Moreover, it was some heartless woman who told her to drink milk.
Tuscarola must forget that woman, and therefore everything related to her must be severed.
"So what do you want to drink?" Draco asked.
"Liquor!" Tuscarola shouted. "Strong liquor!"
Finally, two glasses of wine arrived.
A sparkling wine with a malty aroma was placed in front of Draco.
In front of Tuscarola was a glass of strong liquor from the Griffith Plains.
Griffith is said to be the northernmost point of the kingdom, where the climate is so cold that even children use strong liquor to warm themselves.
Tuscarola picked up the cup and, as if drinking milk, gulped down the liquid inside.
Unexpectedly, this wine was so strong.
Tuscarola had been drinking in a library.
But they only drink alcohol there, because the water here tastes foul.
But she never expected that strong liquor would burn her throat so badly!
Tuscarola had only ever heard that strong liquor could drown sorrows, but he never imagined it would be so difficult to even swallow.
What is this? Fighting poison with poison?
Seemingly noticing Lola start coughing, Draco across from her suddenly frowned and asked:
"Little Lola, since we met again, you've given me a completely different feeling. Can you tell me what happened?"
Tuscalola wouldn't even recall it, let alone recount it.
She shook her head and got straight to the point:
"Give me a task."
"Alright," Draco shrugged. "There are plenty of tasks, and your abilities are outstanding. I'll assign you a task that you can handle."
"It could be harder," Tuscarola said. "I'm very strong right now."
"Young people are too arrogant, too easily becoming complacent with small achievements. No matter how strong you are, how strong can you really be?"
"I should be able to defeat Brown-Braid Jarl on my own now."
Tuscarola is not exaggerating.
Tuscarola is currently conjuring magic circles at a speed more than three times faster.
The technique of the Cloud Realm Knot cannot be defended against, and its speed will leave the opponent with no time to react.
If Tuscarola were to meet Brownie again, he was confident he could defeat her.
And it wasn't by luck.
Upon hearing this, Draco's face showed some surprise:
"I remember it was only two years ago, wasn't it?"
For Tuscarola, it was actually only a year and a half.
She was lost in the rosy clouds for half a year.
By the time Tuscalola emerged, a great deal of time had passed in the world.
Looking back now, Tuscarola can't help but think how much better it would have been if he had completely lost his way back then.
Tuscarola nodded.
"Hmm," Draco sighed, "Youth really does have potential. So, I'm no match for you then?"
"That's right—"
As Tuscarola spoke, he noticed a subtle change in the other person's expression.
She inherited all of Lolotti's skills.
Therefore, they are good at observing other people's psychology from their subtle facial expressions.
Tuscarola sensed the overwhelming hostility emanating from the other party.
His right hand moved slightly.
Tuscalola immediately knew that this man wanted to draw his sword.
Hmm? Tuscarola wondered, was he trying to test me?
After all, two years ago, Tuscarola was not as strong as Draco.
But now she says that she has surpassed Della, which is unacceptable, which is actually normal.
However: "Let me give you a piece of advice: if I feel threatened, I will not hesitate to take the other person's life."
The surprise in Draco's eyes deepened.
After a long pause, he shrugged and smiled:
"Ah! I'm impressed, Little Lola. You've really gotten stronger; you can even sense my thoughts. Before, you also successfully detected me appearing behind you. But Little Lola, what would have happened if I had actually attacked just now?"
"die."
Tuscarola's answer was simple, but accurate enough.
By this time, she had killed hundreds of people, although that time it was in self-defense.
She no longer possessed the fear and hesitation to kill.
Some things are even taken for granted.
Therefore, Tuscarola felt that perhaps he was born to be an assassin?
If Tuscarola has the will to kill, his opponent will have a hard time surviving.
Draco raised an eyebrow, then took out a piece of paper and handed it to Tuscarola:
"The mission is right here. Since you have the ability, this mission is definitely suitable for you."
Tuscarola took the paper and nodded.
He then jumped off the chair and returned to the room.
Tuscarola doesn't really like Draco, so she's not willing to spend too much time with him.
Sitting on the bed, Tuscarola saw the names of people and places written on it.
Tuscarola laughed.
She finally found her purpose.