The golden-haired young man was quietly seated in the principal’s office chair.
The golden rays of the setting sun spilled into the office, and combined with the young man’s handsome features and saint-like temperament, it was enough to make one feel as if they were gazing upon a deity.
If a master oil painter had been present to witness such a sacred scene, they would surely have painted a masterpiece titled “The Overseer of Schicksal at St.
Freya” on the spot.
Of course, it would have been even better if one could ignore the book in his hand.
Mo Wang stared blankly at Otto inside, momentarily at a loss for words.
Should he greet him?
Somehow, the atmosphere felt a bit off.
“Ahem, ahem, Overseer, we’ve arrived.” Seeing that both Mo Wang and the Overseer were frozen in place, as if they had been struck by Medusa’s Petrification Curse, Rita finally reminded the Overseer, who was absorbed in his book.
“Oh!
My apologies, my apologies.
On my way here, I happened to come across a rather interesting novel and got a bit carried away reading it.” As if he had only just noticed Mo Wang and the others had arrived, Otto set the book down on the table.
The Valkyries from St.
Freya wore rather strange expressions as they watched Otto’s actions.
Mo Wang, in particular, could barely hold it together.
Reading his own cuckold fanfiction with such relish—this truly was Otto, having evolved to the point where as long as he could read stories about his goddess, he didn’t even mind being cuckolded himself.
A pervert’s mindset was truly beyond the comprehension of normal people.
“So, Overseer, do you like this book?” Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Mo Wang couldn’t help but ask Otto this question.
“Ah, yes, it’s a very good book.
Although the author’s writing is still a bit immature, the content reminds me of the events of that time.
Kallen was still so young back then…” As he spoke, a blissful smile spread across Otto’s face.
And yet, Mo Wang could hold it in no longer.
Dude, the author had literally written from the Overseer’s perspective about the heroine running off with the shrine maiden, packed with every kind of toxic trope imaginable—and you still enjoyed it?
Are you really that twisted?
“Ahem, ahem!
Overseer, I don’t think this is the time to discuss novels, is it?
After all, Lady Theresa and the others are all waiting here.” Rita spoke to Otto with her usual composed expression, even though Theresa and the others behind her were already struggling to hold back their laughter.
“My apologies, my apologies.
When one gets older, one tends to reminisce about the past.
Speaking of which, this book is quite good, but the updates are far too slow.
If only I could meet the author.
Sigh, the young people of today just aren’t willing to learn from history.” As he spoke, Otto cast a subtle glance at Mo Wang.
Standing before Otto, Mo Wang experienced for the first time what it meant to sit on pins and needles.
It wasn’t that he was afraid Otto would find out he wrote the book.
The main issue was that, in front of the very person the book was about, his own work—written specifically to mock the man—had received his praise, and the man even wanted to urge the author to update faster.
Wasn’t this just a bit too absurd?
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“Heh, heh, heh.
I’m sure the author would be very happy to hear that.” Mo Wang could only force an awkward laugh, his long-dead sense of shame suddenly resurrecting and delivering a Noxian Guillotine to his psyche.
“Hahaha, I’ve digressed.
The reason I came this time isn’t for anything else—I mainly wanted to see how my dear Hyperion captain feels after his first mission.” “After all, you not only completed the mission brilliantly but also foiled Anti-Entropy’s scheme.
It’s only fitting that I come to check on you.” Otto gave a light smile, as if the previous conversation had never happened, and spoke to Mo Wang.
“Oh?
I didn’t expect that this captain position was personally arranged by the Overseer himself.
I’m truly honored.
As for rewards, I’ll have to decline—being promoted like this is already a tremendous blessing.” Mo Wang pretended to look extremely surprised as he spoke to Otto.
Even though Otto had never said he was there to reward him, Mo Wang was directly asking for benefits.
“Now, now, how could that do?
Since you completed the mission excellently, you must be rewarded.
Go on, what do you want?” Otto didn’t seem bothered by Mo Wang’s shamelessness at all and actually seemed willing to give him something.
“Oh my, how embarrassing.
Let me think…
I don’t really need anything specific, but I noticed St.
Freya’s equipment seems a bit lacking lately.
In that case, I won’t ask for too much—just a few thousand sets of Valkyrie Armor or so.
Nothing too high-tier; B-rank will do.”
“Heh, looks like you’re treating me like some landed tyrant.
A few thousand sets of Valkyrie Armor—can you even say that with a straight face?” Otto laughed, half in exasperation.
After all, Valkyrie Armor had only been in development for a few years.
Even the most basic B-rank sets, counting all of Schicksal, probably numbered only a few thousand at most.
And this guy Mo Wang wanted to take the entire stock in one go.
“Rita, see what I told you?
Back then, this lazy bum refused to be a captain no matter what.
Now he comes to St.
Freya, gets forced into the position, and suddenly he’s all dedicated.” Otto said to Rita with a chuckle.
“Hehe, Overseer, isn’t it just a matter of ‘in the position, one must do the duty’?
Since I’m the captain of the Hyperion, I’ve got to secure some benefits for my subordinates, right?” Mo Wang grinned slyly.
“Forget it.
You can forget about a few thousand sets of armor.
Anti-Entropy is starting large-scale operations, and other branches are short on equipment too.
I can spare you a few dozen sets at most.”
“Oh my, how could I accept that?
How about I give you some renzhong huang and renzhong bai to supplement your system?
Don’t worry, they’re homegrown—absolutely authentic!”
“Pfft!” At this point, Fu Hua, standing beside Theresa, couldn’t hold back her laughter.
She was even shaking slightly.
She finally understood just how venomous Mo Wang’s tongue was.
Not to mention, he had guts—actually suggesting Otto eat those two things.
In the past five hundred years, not a single person had dared speak to Otto like that.
Mo Wang was truly one of a kind.
“Oh?
You know some medicine?
I don’t believe I’ve heard of those two things before.” Otto eyed Mo Wang with suspicion.
“Ah, just a little family heirloom skill, nothing worth mentioning.
Overseer, are you sure you don’t want some?
They work wonders!
Everyone who’s tried them sings their praises!
One bite, and they go completely silent.”
“No thanks.” Otto waved his hand.
“Since we’ve already met, I should be on my way.” As he spoke, Otto stood up.
“Grandfather, are you leaving so soon?” Theresa stared at Otto curiously.
This was the first time he had left so early.
“Yes, my dear granddaughter.
There’s still a mountain of work waiting at headquarters.
I can’t stay with you, but we’ll meet again next time.” Otto smiled as he led Rita out of the room.
However, after Otto left, Mo Wang couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
Although he had been chatting and laughing with Otto just moments ago, Mo Wang wasn’t relaxed in the slightest.
After all, Otto was a true tyrant.
And every time he did something, he always had a purpose.
This time, he suddenly came to St.
Freya, did nothing at all, and just left.
That made Mo Wang even more suspicious about what Otto had actually been up to here.
“Tsk, I really don’t like dealing with psychopaths.”
P.S.: Damn, I just remembered I forgot to write my loser diary last night.
Oh well…
I’ll just skip it then.
Hehe (￣▽￣)~*
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