Old Man, I Parked My Car Outside Your House!

Arturo's question startled the man, and a hint of disbelief flashed in Marcelo's eyes.

My daughter seems different now, as if she's full of confidence.

"This is where my mother and I live, and it's also where you live. Why can't I come back? This house was bought by my mother and you together."

Arturo continued, saying that she sensed the resentment in her father; he still harbored hatred for the mother he had caused to die.

Unfortunately, I am no longer the person I used to be.

Through the halo effect, Marcelo also discovered that his daughter's guilt had completely disappeared, replaced by a longing for life.

Marcelo couldn't say anything. Although he still felt fear and disgust, Arturo was, after all, his daughter.

He already knows he's not a good father...

"I came back today to tell you something. I saw my mother. You can take these videos back and watch them yourself. I'm tired and need to rest."

Arturo turned his head to look at the doorway and saw a golden butterfly emitting a faint glow.

She then took a videotape out of her pocket and placed it on the table.

"What did you say? You saw Luciana? What have you been through these past few days?"

Arturo didn't reply, but simply went back to his room, leaving only the videotape on the table.

Marcelo put the videotape away with some skepticism, then rushed upstairs to his room and inserted it into his playback device.

Soon, Luciana, whom he had been longing for, appeared on the television screen.

But before he could recover from his shock, Luciana, who was in the center of the screen, suddenly shouted:

"Marcelo, you're really not a good father! You'd better not die too soon, or I'll definitely give you a good beating!"

After a quick wash, Arturo lay down on the soft bed in his pajamas. The room hadn't been cleaned in a long time, but he didn't care about the dust now.

This is my home.

It used to be the only place I could stay when I was away from home, but the future is uncertain.

Because I have found my home, someone worth pursuing for a lifetime.

In fact, more than a month ago, Luciana, Arturo's mother, had already helped her understand her true self.

Having more wives doesn't necessarily make a man a scumbag; at least Huang Cao is definitely not a scumbag.

He's like a steel hedgehog, almost impervious to bullets and blades.

At the same time, she exudes a unique charm that is exceptionally attractive.

If he had truly hardened his heart, coupled with Warfarin's forceful prohibition, Huang Cao might only have had one official wife by now.

Huang Cao is an orphan, so he longs for the warmth of a family and would never possibly hurt Warfarin, unless the latter agrees on his own initiative.

The Banshee and Warfarin are practically the brains and top entertainers of the Huang Cao harem.

I'll help this woman who's afraid to take in this piece of wood!

You dare not start a harem? I'll help you start one!

Sisters, fly high! Warfarin and Lamian will always be with you!

However, Arturo was unaware of the sturdiness of Master Huang's wings; she was still too morally upright.

If this were placed at a certain point in the original storyline, Arturo would probably already be thinking about how to snatch Master Huang away.

Just as Arturo was in a state of utter confusion, a golden butterfly carrying a palm-sized cell phone appeared in her room.

"Oh, little one, did your master send you here?"

She knew that golden butterflies were that guy's favorite color.

When Mr. Huang uses "Originium Arts", he always emits a green and gold glow.

This is a vibrant, passionate life force.

"This phone...it doesn't feel the same as the ones sold in stores." Arturo took the phone and examined it carefully.

She had heard of the mobile phones produced in Utopia, but due to the Lateran policy, they were extremely expensive, dozens of times more expensive than those sold in Iberia.

Even today, most of the communication devices used in Lateran are still similar to landline phones, completely lacking touchscreens and various entertainment functions.

However, a small group of people are still using it secretly, and even the government is using it.

After all, as long as you pay the money, you don't need to worry about being monitored.

Under extremely portable conditions, the near-zero latency of message transmission across Terra is truly enviable.

If it were merely a lack of delay, it wouldn't be enough to breach the Laterano Church's defenses. The key was portability, eliminating the need for a telephone cord longer than a human lifespan hanging on the back.

With just a tap of your finger, you can chat smoothly.

Therefore, even though the price is so high, anyone who can afford it will try to buy one.

Arturo didn't have this money before, since most of her performances were charity events, and she basically didn't charge money, only travel expenses and normal living expenses.

However, this phone is gold, and it also features a pattern of intertwined wheat ears.

The phone came with a manual in Lateran, Arturo quickly became familiar with how to use the device.

And an hour later, he successfully familiarized himself with and opened a chat software, and added Master Huang as a friend.

Huang Cao's avatar is a small blade of grass shimmering with golden light, with a touch of cartoon style.

Upon clicking his profile picture, Arturo's expression immediately turned somewhat frustrated and dissatisfied, as a notification message appeared on his phone screen:

You are not a private friend of the other party and cannot view their social media activity.

Chapter 561 Old Deng, I parked my car in front of your house!

Huang Cao: "So, have you resolved things at home? Do you still need me to teach your father a lesson?"

Arturo: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Huang. Although his previous behavior was indeed somewhat irresponsible, he is still my father, so it's best not to go too far. But I still need you to come with me... to act in a play for me."

Huang Cao: "I'm just playing along. I did promise to go see your father with you, but you don't mean you want me to be your boyfriend, do you? But I'm a married man..."

Arturo: "How did you know? Did you plant some kind of plant in my head that can read my mind? Don't worry, it's just a little punishment, a small but not malicious joke. Don't worry, I'll explain later."

Arturo: "Please help me, Mr. Huang! The most powerful necromancer on this land! The greatest user of Originium Arts! Don't worry, I will definitely not cause you any trouble!"

Huang Cao: "You've really softened my heart, but I'm just an ordinary person who possesses some power to change others. If it's just a simple pretense, I can agree to it, but you have to do me a favor afterward."

Arturo: "Okay, see you at noon the day after tomorrow."

Huang Cao turned off his phone and tossed it into his personal storage space, then stroked his chin and sighed deeply.

Andon alone is not enough; someone must play a supporting role to spread his emotions and the spirit he learned in Utopia as far as possible.

Arturo's Originium Arts are an excellent method.

Just imagine it.

Andogen delivered a passionate speech on stage, stirring up the emotions of Sarkaz below.

Arturo played music beside him, conveying the speaker's emotions through music, making the speech emotionally resonant even for races without a halo.

The two of them working together could definitely achieve a result greater than the sum of its parts, but it's unclear whether she'd be willing to help...

Huang Cao didn't believe that the favor she owed from pretending to be her boyfriend was enough for her to sacrifice everything for an ideal or even the birth of a new nation.

Let's take it one step at a time; if we hesitate, we can always increase our bets.

However, since he was now a woman's boyfriend, Huang Cao looked at the clothes he was wearing.

After thinking for a few minutes, he went downstairs and asked a few guards, telling them not to care about anyone's opinions and to frankly admit whether the outfit was good or bad.

"My lord, your taste in clothing is absolutely terrible. It's like the headscarf that the old nun next door took off. There's nothing wrong with it, but it's just unacceptable."

After hearing the evaluation, Huang Cao returned to his room with a heavy heart, but felt gratified that his people's taste had improved.

Of course, there's something more urgent to do right now: change my outfit.

Huang Cao made a video call to all the women in her family, told them everything that had happened in the past few days, and asked them to help her choose an outfit.

After the man finished recounting his travel experiences, the women in his family all wore expressions of "I knew it," showing no anger at the thought that their husbands were about to become someone else's boyfriend.

Boyfriend—what a novel three-word phrase.

In Master Huang's household, Warfarin was practically the only one who gradually won him over through a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Then everyone else basically got it done in one step, directly obtaining the status of a wife.

That's why these three words are so precious, especially since Warfarin was inwardly relieved that someone had finally come according to procedure.

Theresia: "Even though it's fake, you're still our husband, and the people on the other side are Lateran. We can't lose face. Let me, the strongest tailor Demon King in history, help you choose clothes!"

All the women agreed, and even Anma, who was never good at chatting, sent an emoji in the group chat.

So for the rest of the time, Huang Cao kept changing his clothes under Theresia's guidance.

Finally, the style was decided to be the Sarkaz's signature attire, a regal black and gold color scheme.

While exuding power and domineering presence, it also carries a hint of self-will and capriciousness. The key point is that this outfit was hand-sewn by Theresia overnight and transmitted to her man through Xi's spatial device.

Just as Master Huang was enthusiastically preparing to get dressed, Arturo was also busy.

The next morning, after washing up, Arturo unsurprisingly saw his father's red-rimmed eyes on the sofa downstairs.

Having seen his deceased wife and fulfilled his long-held regrets, how could he not feel guilty and frustrated?

"Arturo, I'm sorry, I was too irrational before."

Seeing his daughter come downstairs, Marcelo quickly got up and apologized.

However, Arturo did not show any emotion or the various other feelings that should have appeared, as if he had already expected this situation.

A belated apology was useless; the heart that needed to be broken had already been broken, but she still nodded.

"I'll make it up to you. I'm quitting my job today to make up for all these years..."

Before Marcelo could finish speaking, Arturo quickly interrupted him.

"Your mother probably didn't tell you, but I already have a boyfriend, and he's the one who summoned your mother's spirit. We're officially dating now."

For a fleeting moment, Marcelo felt as if his heart was breaking.

Which guy managed to date my daughter?!

Isn't this taking advantage of a weakness?! It's utterly unsportsmanlike!

"So don't mention any compensation, he'll give me all the compensation you need."

"I'm worried. Where is your boyfriend from? Where does he work? How long have you known him?"

"He comes from the capital region of Utopia. He seems to be an official, and his position should be quite high. I've known him for about a month, and he's also been my teacher teaching Originium Arts these past few days."

"The Utopians... are alright."

While Marcelo may be somewhat emotional, at least his intelligence has returned.

If this utopian person weren't Sarkaz, I could barely accept it.

Although Lateran has always been at odds with Utopia, the people of Utopia are still trustworthy.

Isn't it a bit too early for you two to confirm your relationship after only a little over a month?

"He's coming over for dinner tomorrow. I accept your apology, but in exchange, you have to cook him a meal."

"Yes, that's appropriate."

Marcelo didn't refuse; he was also very curious about who could possibly win over his daughter.

Could it be simply because of that Originium Arts that can pull a person's soul out?

But looking at the blissful expression on Arturo's face, Marcelo felt it wasn't a simple exchange.

If her daughter didn't like it, she would definitely show a look of disgust, but now she looks completely smitten.

The appointed time arrived quickly, and Huang Cao's entrance was nothing short of spectacular.

He drove out the most luxurious sports car in Utopia.