Chapter 633

In the Marvel World, the System Works for Me

The key to looking good in a shirt was having the right figure, especially the chest. That was why most women looked sexier in shirts than men did.

At 6:50, Geralt pulled up outside Nancy's house and sent her a text.

A few minutes later, Nancy came out with a spring in her step.

She wore a short, pale-blue floral dress with puffed sleeves that showed off her delicate collarbones.

A little pink shell-shaped bag with a sunflower design hung across her body.

She looked ladylike, with a hint of sex appeal.

Geralt got out of the car. "Wow. Whose big star is this?"

Nancy blinked. "Want an autograph?"

Geralt pointed to his cheek. "Of course. Right here."

Laughing, Nancy pressed two fingers to his cheek and pushed him away.

"In your dreams."

"Heh. What's wrong with dreaming?" Geralt blinked back. "It might come true."

Geralt opened the passenger door for her. "Your carriage awaits, Your Highness."

"Thank you, my knight."

It was still early. They had time before the party.

Geralt asked Nancy, "Anywhere you'd like to go?"

"Horseshoe Bay," Nancy said after a moment's thought.

"Sure."

Horseshoe Bay lay on the border between Black Pine Town and Paradise Town. The question of who owned it was the main source of a long-standing dispute between the towns.

Besides its beach, Horseshoe Bay had a pitch-black cliff.

"Do you know Lucy Sable?"

"Is she famous?"

"Pretty famous among the high schoolers in Black Pine Town and Paradise Town."

Nancy recited in a near-whisper, her voice taking on the lilt of a nursery rhyme:

"Lucy Sable once gazed out to sea,

Someone pushed her off the cliff,

And now she dwells beneath the deep.

Count to five and take in the view,