The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 700 - 698

Desline held a cup noodle and sipped the soup while watching William showcase his speech skill.

It must be said, such behavior, although contrary to gentlemanly character,

was necessary under these circumstances if one wanted to erase the barriers, even the hatred, and re-establish a connection with Lorrian, relying on this special set of skills and methods.

Moreover, Lorrian’s current progress had, to some extent, surpassed the boundaries of the Old World if a good relationship wasn’t established now, it would be very difficult later.

Desline continued to immerse herself in the deep experience of drinking soup, no longer paying attention to the situation at the dining table.

After waiting for about five minutes,

during which Lorrian continually stared into William’s eyes with his Moon Eyes, trying to detect any impurities.

After confirming multiple times that no impurities had emerged, Lorrian asked again,

"What kind of performance do you need me to cooperate with? How many performances are required? Can you list how much of my time this would approximately consume?"

William didn’t answer directly but threw out another question, "I can’t be specific about that, as the exact number of performances will depend on their effect.

If the scale is big enough and the effect good enough, perhaps one performance could suffice.

Moreover, the performance must take place in the Old World, which will definitely delay your Moon project, Lorrian. Speaking of which, with your capabilities now, you should be able to miniaturize the Moon and carry it with you, right?

Why not just bring the Moon along and join in? That way, you could manage both the performance and the Moon, couldn’t you?"

"You really have some wild ideas, wanting me to bring the entire Moon to join a circus... Well, William! Even though I don’t know what you are thinking, I do indeed have a demand for such food.

However, this demand isn’t entirely crucial.

You’re one of the chief members of the circus, so you must have quite a few subordinates, right?

How about a competition? If your subordinates can beat mine, I will agree to this deal and join your department as an external expert on the Moon after my research at the sea ends.

If you lose, you figure out a way to get me five-figure instant noodles."

William showed a worried face, "Subordinates... My department was just established not long ago, and I haven’t recruited many people. But since it’s a request from you, Lorrian, I’ll accept. By the way, when and where will this competition take place?"

"Right here, and it can start now. We can continue to dine and watch a fine Moonlit show; isn’t that perfect?"

"Lorrian, you wouldn’t be thinking of putting Miss Fana in the competition, would you?"

"Fana was my very first creation and has always been by my side as a Non-Normality patient, especially during the initial time when I left the Twilight Clinic and was physically weak. It was all thanks to Fana’s company and care.

She has always been with me and has also grown with me. She was one of the first to undergo ’Chaos Transformation.’

This decision that will impact how the Moon progresses for a while must naturally be undertaken by her, right, Fana?"

The female doctor did not speak but nodded by shaking her metal frame.

"Just a moment..."

William inserted his pinkie into his ear and after twiddling it around, he pulled out a glob that looked like a snot worm. Within a very short time, the glob evolved into a human form, its scattered eyes flitted about, displaying great intelligence.

"Ah~oh, boss... sorry, you said there was no need to move for a long time, so I went sleeping! What’s the situation now?"

"Nothing much, just have a match with this Doctor Fana, try to win but no killing."

"Oh! This one, huh... such a strange physical structure, part of it is metal, looks quite fierce, I will do my best."

Nash began a series of simple stretching exercises, feeling very uncoordinated and not much different from a retard. He had been in a parasitic state for such a long time he had almost forgotten how to be human.

Lorrian observed this independent parasite that did not rely on a host, his Moon Eyes immediately noting the differences and hidden dangers, "Aren’t you going to introduce such an important member, William?"

"Mahat J. Nash, the new vice-head of my department. Currently, it’s just the two of us along with my Candle Puppet managing the theater."

Lorrian gently caressed the central support frame of the female doctor, speaking very tenderly, "Fear Circus, truly worthy of its name. This parasite has killed countless, not easy to handle...Fana~ no pressure, winning or losing doesn’t matter, just don’t get hurt."

"Okay~"

Fana pursed her red lips, her condition nearly optimal since she had eaten the noodles, and the chaotic elements within her had stabilized.

She walked towards the distant shore in her deep red high-heels, stopping only after reaching two hundred meters away.

Nash trotted over, looking back midway and said with great concern, "This close a distance, won’t it affect your dining?"

"Just focus on what you have to do, don’t mind us."

"Oh! Alright! I will follow the boss’s instructions."

Nash turned his head back towards the female doctor, his aura instantly shifting as his expression began to twitch, "Ah~ Staying tucked in the boss’s skull felt wonderful, but I really am not suited for ’Parasite,’ this inability to move freely is just too awful.

Now is perfect, having such a special patient to help me stretch out and also to perform well in front of the boss.

"I’m sorry for the trouble, Miss Fana... It’s clear the boss cares about you, so I won’t kill you~"

Facing Nash’s superfast change of demeanor and his annoying tone, the female doctor slightly turned her head aside, "Aren’t you going to attack?"

"No need, I don’t like to assume the initiative! Besides, I’m afraid I might accidentally kill you, hehe... Let me first test your strength; bring it on!"

As soon as his words fell,

red high heels kicked straight ahead, boom! The direction of the kick tore a fissure dozens of meters long in the island.

The parts of Nash’s body that were hit, including his abdomen, torso, and head, were all destroyed.

However,

even before the female doctor could withdraw her leg, Nash had completed ’superfast regeneration’,

and the high heel along with the part of the foot below the ankle of the female doctor were now stuck inside the upper half of Nash’s reconstructed body.

This scene also stunned the patrons dining nearby; such regeneration was excessively dramatic.

With an unconcerned expression, Nash said, "Put more force into it, I can handle it!"

Feeling humiliated, the female doctor, using her right foot, which was stuck inside Nash, raised it upwards and tore Nash’s body into two halves again,

lifting her right foot to make a 180° angle with her other foot,

then like a heavy hammer, she slammed down, reducing Nash’s body to shredded meat,

the immense impact even causing the Silver Sea behind her to splash up a huge wave, completely soaking her body, with droplets sliding down the steel pipe.

But by the time she blinked,

Nash was already standing in front of her again,

"Enough power, but lacking a bit in speed... Such direct attacks are useless against me. Got any other moves? Come on~"

The female doctor was stunned; she was actually not skilled in combat, more proficient in managing Lorrian’s physical condition and various surgical techniques, as after all, her essence was that of an infusion stand.

Although she had learned about combat during this period, she completely failed to comprehend the bizarre figure before her.

She turned her head towards Lorrian who was dining not far away, seemingly requesting something,

and with Lorrian’s nodding affirmation, some kind of chaotic chains hidden within the female doctor were released,

Click~ Click~ Click! A continuous sound of metal echoed,

the metal tubes that served as the spine of the female doctor’s torso showed cracks, and from these cracks, dense infusion tubes and needles, like hairs, emerged.

A mass of sterilized infusion tubes with needles, like tentacles, crept and swayed in the air.

Among them, hundreds of main needles were inserted from the neck into the female doctor’s brain, injecting a chaos liquid foreign to this world while simultaneously providing support to the skull.

The original metal frames were replaced,

and the female doctor’s head floated in the air supported by infusion tubes, appearing insanely frantic,

An uncountable number of infusion tubes even wove a giant cross behind her - drawing blood from her lower body to flood the tubing, turning the cross red.

In such an extreme chaotic pose, she displayed her doctor identity,

Meanwhile, above her head, a distorted living frame emerged, silver yet full of rust spots.

[Forced Infusion - Fana Oligovich (Deep Red Cross)]

With a wave of her hand, countless infusion tubes shot towards Nash’s body, the mode of attack had completely transformed,

Once the needles hit, various deadly and chaotic drugs would be injected into the body.

Just when they were about to hit, something suddenly flashed by, even many of those seated couldn’t see it clearly.

Whoosh!

A large number of broken tubes scattered across the beach,

Nash’s whole aura changed completely, endless killing intent surged from within him,

In his hand, he held a specially made dagger, the handle embedded with numerous miniaturized skulls, dense and swirling, ancient yet intricate.

Nash’s tongue also licked the surface,

"Such a nuisance...I even have to bring out the ’Hundred-Headed Slayer.’ With this, I might accidentally kill you."

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