I just covet their strength

Chapter 98 It seems that I came at the wrong time

Rozana and Luyetan's overreaction made Westhead think.

He has always judged the strength of various talents based on experience. After all, what else can you look at when playing a game if not strength?
Does being handsome mean you can deal more damage?

Even though the main content of "The Song of Destiny" is to capture beautiful girls and take advantage of their talents for free, this process has little to do with charm.

If you want to obtain any T1 or T0 level talent, you must first come up with clever excuses, have a heart-to-heart talk, and go through life and death together before you can achieve a bond that lasts until death.

Charm? Isn't it just a garbage attribute that is just there to make up the numbers?

But in the real world, this understanding is inevitably biased.

Of course, strong and determined people like Resia and Mivana are not superficial people who only care about appearances. They care more about the integration of souls.

But if we don't focus on these favored daughters of heaven, but instead seek to be more inclusive, then the world will be bright and beautiful.

I originally thought that [Flawless Face] was a useless talent, but if it goes into the lower-end market it would be quite effective?
Re-evaluating the talent of [Flawless Face] in his mind, Westhead looked at Luyetan who was looking at him with a burning gaze.

"The Bright Holy Spirit is indeed a beautiful Holy Spirit, just like a subordinate of [Emperor Qianlu]. But what can we do about it?"

Westhead shook his head and said:

"He paid no attention to the outside world, and was only intoxicated by the beauty of the pure Holy Spirit, but he had no power to protect himself, which led to the fall of the Pure Forest. How sad it is, and our descendants have to rely on this ridiculous talent to regain the lost land."

If it weren't for the [Granted by the Heart and Soul], Westhead would have reopened long ago. It's better than becoming a Chaos Egg.

Luyetan heard undisguised sarcasm and dissatisfaction in Westhead's words, even though the target was his own ancestor.

This is considered to be against the will of heaven in our [Branch of Prosperity].

Luyetan supported his chin with one hand and raised his eyebrows.

"Speaking of which, why did Lord Qinghui suddenly want to retake Qinghui Territory? I thought you would stay in the imperial capital for two more years. After all, isn't Lord Qinghui in the limelight now?"

"If you waste your time, you will lose your whole life; if you waste too much time, you will lose your whole life."

Westhead said calmly, "Now that you have the determination and strength to recover your homeland, you can't hesitate. If you are indecisive, you won't be able to accomplish anything. Or does Yuanxi Palace think that I am a person who only seeks pleasure?"

"He does look like a person who seeks pleasure, but he is also a person who is not afraid of hardship."

Luyetan spoke frankly, with a mischievous smile on her pretty face:
"But I heard before that someone was unwilling to accept assistance and claimed that he could recover his homeland on his own. Who is it? I'm really curious. Can Lord Qinghui explain it to me?"

Sure enough, it came.

When Westhead decided to ask Luyetan for help, he was mentally prepared to be humiliated. It was because he pretended to be cool when they first met and ruthlessly crushed the opponent with his superb chess skills.

It's obvious that Luyetan is not a tolerant person. If he gets the chance, he will definitely show his ruthlessness.

You can only swallow your pride.

"It is my fault."

Westhead quickly knelt down and apologized to Luyetan:
"I didn't look at the problem from a development perspective. At that time, I thought I still had time, but now I have a reason to recover Qinghui Territory in a short period of time. After thinking about it, the only person who can help me is my friend who is also a member of the Branch of Prosperity."

"Well!"

Luyetan's foxy smile froze. She was looking forward to the man's sophistry with interest, but she never expected that Westhead would admit his mistake directly and take such a humble attitude.

".I thought Lord Qinghui was a proud man."

Westhead: "Your feelings are correct, but you are just too proud to tolerate yourself showing the ugliness of not admitting your mistakes."

He has a very open-minded attitude. He was just hit by a boomerang. Who can guarantee that they will not be hit by a boomerang these days?

"Ha, hahahaha. As expected of you, Lord Qinghui. Really. I really like you more and more."

Luyetan was stunned at first, then she slapped the table and giggled.

After a while, Luyetan stopped laughing, rested his face on the back of his crossed hands, and said:
"I just wonder what kind of assistance Lord Qinghui intends to ask for?"

"Everything." As his own life was involved, Westhead asked without hesitation:
"Whether it's money, supplies or manpower, I want them all. I'm not picky. The more the better."

"Tsk tsk, how greedy you are, Lord Qinghui. Since you are so hungry, why don't you ask for help from the nobles in the imperial capital? I think they wouldn't mind financing your restoration project. Even the Regent Prince will think about repaying your kindness."

Luyetan smacked his lips and took a sip of his tea elegantly.

Westhead: "Because I really don't want to owe anyone anything. If there is really no other way and I must owe someone a favor, at least choose someone I can trust."

Luyetan put down the teacup and stroked his cheek with his right hand wearing a white glove:
"Oh my, so Lord Qinghui thinks I'm trustworthy? I'm really flattered."

"Well, trust is not quite accurate."

Westhead thought for a moment and answered seriously, "I think I like you a little."

"!!!"

Yuan Xigong's golden eyes suddenly widened.

The corners of Luyetan's mouth twitched, and then he immediately suppressed his lips and snorted coldly:
"Lord Qinghui, are you using your beauty to lure men? This is such a clumsy way of doing things. Your people will definitely be unhappy with it."

Westhead glanced at Yulda, whose condition was relatively stable. Perhaps she knew that the head of the family was discussing the important matter of recovering the territory, so she did not overreact.

But in order to prevent Yurda from expressing dissatisfaction, he signaled his sister to leave first with his eyes.

Yuerda nodded and said, "Then I will take my leave first. Please continue chatting."

When they were alone in the courtyard, Westhead turned to Luyetan and said:
"Although Yuan Xigong's personality is a bit bad, she is really cute. I enjoy the feeling of being with the beautiful girl."

Sincerity is the secret weapon!

Westhead's ambiguous but sincere remarks left Luyetan speechless for a moment, especially since the man stared at her with his soft and timeless eyes, like the breeze blowing across the frozen lake.

The velvety voice touches the heartstrings unscrupulously.

Luyetan raised her hand and touched her cheek, using this little gesture she often used to cover up the blush on her pretty and delicate face, but she forgot to cover her pointed ears.

The crimson color flows at the tips of the ears.

"Lord Qinghui really knows how to please girls. You are worthy of your name. Okay, I admit that I am very happy to be praised by you, but do you have to rely on sweet words to get help? I am not as easy to deal with as Rozana."

Westhead nodded and said, "Of course not. Please ask Yuanxi Palace to set your own conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

Luyetan placed a slender finger in front of her lips, smiled sweetly, then stood up, walked to Westhead's seat, leaned forward, put one knee on the chair, pressed against Westhead, and put her arms around the man's neck. The fragrant hot air from her cherry lips hit the latter's nose.

"What if I say the condition is you, Lord Qinghui?"

"This doesn't seem like a joke, Yuanxi Palace."

Luyetan laughed sweetly like a silver bell, and there seemed to be pink hearts in her beautiful eyes.

No, it’s not like that, it’s exactly that!
Westhead suddenly remembered that Luyetan's holy spirit bloodline seemed to have an unclear relationship with [Emperor Qianlu]. In this case, his physique is indeed the same as Rozana's.

"Brother, look who's here!"

Just when Luyetan's pretty face was about to touch Westhead's cheek, a voice full of energy was heard.

Westhead and Luyetan immediately broke away from the ambiguous atmosphere and turned around to look.

Then I saw Yurda leading Leshia over.

Seeing the two people almost sticking together in the courtyard, Yulda stopped immediately.

The white-haired dragon lady's gorgeous blue eyes watched the scene quietly, and there was almost no emotion visible in her eyes.

After a while, Leixia tilted her head:
"It seems I came at the wrong time."

(End of this chapter)