He stared at Russell, his eyes glowing red as if he were looking at a slab of rotten pork belly.
If Frostnova had acted a little flirtatiously at that moment—sitting on Russell's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him—then the last bloodline of the Ya Zi clan would probably have been completely cut off.
—At such close range, Russell was no match for Patriot at all.
"Fine, I was joking."
Russell clapped his hands, signaling that this topic could not continue.
"Actually, lifting it in the beginning was just a bet between me and one of my buddies. He thought I ought to try making some investments, and Talulah happened to show up."
"So I invested in her, figuring I'd make some money or something."
"After that, some old man took a liking to me. Once I achieved financial freedom, I stopped caring that much."
Amid the increasingly indescribable expressions of the Reunion Movement trio, the young man introduced his life experience like that.
"Honestly, ever since then, my life had been completely stress-free. I lived pretty freely. Then Theresis came looking for me, intending to sell me the throne, and I happened to have Talulah on hand."
"Since I had nothing better to do, I figured I might as well see if I could raise myself a Queen Victoria."
"If she turned out well, I could charge all my food, drink, and daily expenses in Victoria to the royal account. If it failed, I wouldn't lose anything. I could just drag Talulah back someday and use her as a secretary. Frostnova said it herself—Talulah was an absolute beauty when she closed her eyes. Get her a custom 2b-style blindfold, and she'd definitely be pleasing to the eye."
Talulah: "..."
Frostnova: "..."
"You really are free."
After