Chapter 371: The Devastating Strike
Chapter 371: The Devastating Strike
As Natsu and Gray carried something, several possibilities flashed through Rod's mind.
Could they have really destroyed the billiards hall, leaving only two tables, just to deal with a few thugs?
"Welcome back, hope the task wasn't too tough." Mira greeted Lucy with a smile, "Did it go well?"
Lucy nodded, "Well, the approach was a bit different from what I imagined, but at least we have enough for the rent."
"I have a feeling something interesting happened." Mira poured Lucy a drink.
"Watch and learn how to play billiards!" Natsu's voice rang out in perfect timing, "Alright!"
Bang! Smack!
Natsu struck the white ball, piercing through the colored balls, shattering the corner pockets, and flying beyond the table. It continued its trajectory, smashing the leg of the stool Lucy was sitting on.
"Ah!" Lucy cried out, falling onto the ground, and picking up the white ball to throw it back, "Natsu!"
"Ah, thanks, Lucy." Natsu caught the white ball effortlessly, grateful that Lucy was so considerate, saving him the trouble of retrieving the ball.
"I wasn't helping you!"
Natsu had already handed the white ball to Gray, "Only six balls left, Gray, your turn."
Happy praised, "That's our Natsu."
Gray argued, "Nonsense, it was only five!"
"You're playing it all wrong!" Lucy couldn't stand these two, and marched over angrily, "You've been at the billiards hall for days, and you haven't learned a single rule?!"
Amidst the commotion, Rod stared up at the sky.
Mira placed her hands on Rod's shoulders, leaning her body against him, causing his arms to be engulfed by the abyss.
She whispered in Rod's ear with a mischievous smile, "What color?"
"B... I wonder if it'll rain. Let's set up a rain shelter later, which can also provide shade." Rod chose to feign ignorance, turning his head to look at Mira's large eyes close by, "What did you say?"
Mira's expression turned sorrowful, "It seems that when I talk to you, you don't pay attention."
"No, I..." Rod felt a bit flustered.
He had let his guard down, and now she was changing the game?
Mira chuckled, "Just kidding, no need to be like that. It's not like you were intentionally looking."
Just as Rod breathed a sigh of relief, she asked again, "So, what color was it?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it."
Even if the King of Heaven himself had come, he wouldn't have seen it either.
Mira finally let him off the hook. She didn't really care about this matter, but it was fun to tease him a bit.
...
Lucy, who had suffered an undeserved disaster, wanted to argue with Natsu, but it seemed she had been misunderstood.
"Hmm? Is Lucy joining too?" Gray pretended to be professional as he wiped the tip of his cue with chalk,
"Come on, I'm betting with Natsu. The loser only needs to take off one piece of clothing."
"No way! Why are you betting on something like that? You don't even know the basic rules, and you're already down to your last piece of clothing!"
"Rules don't matter, as long as we're having fun. Watch this!" Gray executed the same powerful shot as Natsu.
This time, the white ball pierced the side pocket, hitting Marco's vital spot from behind.
Marco and his cart toppled over, spilling the stones onto the ground.
A piercing scream reverberated throughout the construction site, and Rod even thought he heard the sound of Tom Cat.
Seeing Marco's posture, Rod felt a surge of sympathy, even fearing to the point of wanting to hug Mira.
"Oh dear..." Mira covered her mouth, feeling a bit sympathetic for Marco, but she couldn't help but laugh.
When she saw Rod's face scrunching up, she gently patted his back to comfort him.
Anyone who dared to do such a thing to Rod... would soon find out why she was called the Demoness.
Fortunately, Marco was a formidable veteran Archmage, and he quickly recovered without any serious issues.
Rod wrapped a coat around Mira, covering her cool nightgown, and pointed to a shirt submerged in muddy water, "Gray, doesn't that lump look like your shirt?"
Gray glanced at his bare upper body and covered his head, "Oh no!"
"Ice Umbrella!"
Gray cast his fishing rod, and the thin ice line below was connected to an ice hook, successfully retrieving the shirt.
It was hard to understand why his thin ice thread didn't break while hooking a shirt in the heavy rain.
Perhaps this was magic, the magic of shaping.
Vakaba, with a headache, said, "Although the wood is preserved, we'll get soaked on the way back and will be scolded by our wives when we get home."
Marco suggested, "Since we're already out here, let's have a drink and wait for the rain to ease before heading back."
Bisca asked, "What if it keeps pouring?"
Marco waved his hand, "Then we'll drink until dawn and start work directly!"
"What about Romeo?" Vakaba was more concerned about Marco's son.
"It's fine. He's sleeping soundly, and he's not a four or five-year-old kid anymore, so he's not afraid of thunder."
Indeed, Romeo was six years old this year and not a four or five-year-old kid.
The two uncles moved some items in the tent to make space, and then encouraged Laki to create simple tables and chairs.
As soon as he sat down, he banged on the table with an arrogant attitude, "Rod, we're working overtime today!"
"Okay, okay, I'll do it since you still remember the guild."
Rod went to fetch a beer barrel and took out some Pororo Feast from the changing room space for everyone to snack on—these were Worm's provisions, which they would replenish tomorrow.
Everyone gathered around the table and raised their glasses:
"To the rainy night carnival!"
"To the first forced overtime Rod!"
"To the new guild!"
"Cheers!"
(End of Chapter)
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