AWB Chapter 102 : Gentlemanly Scoundrel
Chapter 102 : Gentlemanly Scoundrel
Gentlemanly ScoundrelHearing these words, the two male players in front of her immediately blushed, like elementary school students being scolded by a teacher. They meekly turned around and didn't dare to say another word.
Now, basically every player knew the consequences of offending Cecilia.
You had to know, last time in the safe zone of the Main City, this seemingly delicate and weak maid girl had, right in front of everyone's eyes and without using any weapon, blown up a player following her with a single punch on the spot.
Those who had witnessed the scene firsthand could vividly describe just how cold-blooded, ruthless, and brutal Cecilia had been. Anyone who heard their tales would shudder with terror, break out in cold sweat, and almost want to flee at once.
Anyone able to line up in front of the Guild Administration Association was basically a well-known figure in the Legend of Kaloran. Even the Level 30 and 40 guards were powerless against Cecilia; provoking her in public was just looking for trouble.
Owing to the notorious reputation Cecilia had gained through her sheer fists, in less than a few seconds, the end of the line quickly returned to silence.
However, the swordsman player standing directly in front of Cecilia wasn't feeling as well. The number one on the global rankings, the ultimate big shot, was now standing right behind him. He wanted to look back but didn't dare; a sharp, imposing aura seemed to pierce straight through his back. Who could withstand this?
Finally, a few seconds later, he turned around swiftly, bent down slightly, forced a strained smile, and said in the gentlest voice of his life, "Um... if you don't mind, could you take my place in line?"
"......"
Although the swordsman's bowing gesture as he looked down on her made Cecilia rather displeased, only a fool would not take advantage of this situation. In the end, she just snorted coldly, brushed past the swordsman, and took his place in line before him.
With the oppressive pressure behind him gone, the swordsman—l-I*n/g#梦$首%发—let out a long sigh of relief.
Within a few seconds, he even felt relaxed enough to steal a glance at Cecilia standing in front of him.
All he had to do was lower his head a bit to see the small head turned away from him.
Two long, fluffy ponytails hung down smoothly behind her. Although slightly curled, not a trace of dryness could be seen in her hair; on the contrary, it shone with a uniquely lustrous glow.
Further down was the girl's slender yet upright neck, proud like a swan.
The morning sunlight slanted down from the eastern sky, shining perfectly on the patch of creamy white skin between her two ponytails, right where her nape and silver hair met. Long, fair, and delicate, it was dazzling like a top-grade pearl under a spotlight.
In addition, there was a faint, pleasant fragrance flowing out softly from between her hair—like floral scent, and also like the sweet and alluring body fragrance of a girl, making one's mind drift and stirring up an inexplicable urge in the imagination.
Almost involuntarily, the swordsman edged closer and took a deep breath, and the scent from her hair immediately grew stronger.
Although Cecilia didn't have eyes on her back, ever since becoming a Vampire, her hearing, sense of smell, and perception of her surroundings had far surpassed ordinary humans.
Especially her hearing; whether it was due to Vampires' bat origins, Cecilia's auditory range was extremely broad. She could not only catch faint sounds from far away but even perceive some ultrasonic frequencies that normal people could never detect.
So, the heavy breathing gradually coming from behind her certainly couldn't escape her ears.
For a moment, Cecilia clenched her silver teeth in shame and anger. She knew full well that there was a creep right behind her sniffing her hair more and more blatantly and brazenly, but there was nothing she could do.
This was the deepest part of the Main City, where the patrolling guards were the most numerous.
Every few minutes, a squad of NPC soldiers marched by in full armor and sharp weapons, striding down the middle of the street.
Currently, she had no confidence in handling dozens or even hundreds of guards at the same time. If she started a fight here, regardless of the outcome, she certainly wouldn't have any good *juice* to drink afterwards. Considering today was just the first day of the game's new version and to ensure tonight's auction proceeded as planned, she could only grit her teeth and put up with it.
Fortunately, she only had to endure it for a few seconds before the next player in front of Cecilia couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, just stand in front of me too!"
The silver-haired girl's unconscious aura of killing intent and chill made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. Even the sound of his chattering teeth was clearly audible to Cecilia.
In this way, during the rest of the time in line, Cecilia's position kept moving forward. No one dared to brazenly stand in front of the number one in the world. Therefore, in less than ten minutes, she made it close to the front of the team.
It wasn't until a familiar figure appeared before her that Cecilia finally stopped in place.
"What are you doing here?"
She reached out and tapped the exposed, rounded shoulder of the priest girl, asking in a disgruntled tone.
"Eh? Big Sis Lia, what are you doing here too?!"
The Little Persimmon Puppy turned around, and when she saw Cecilia, she was first a bit surprised, then instantly switched expressions like a Sichuan opera—face full of delight. She threw herself forward and hugged Cecilia tightly.
At the same time, many people nearby heard the commotion and cast all sorts of glances their way.
A fragrant, soft body suddenly plunged into her arms, and the chubby cheeks rubbed all over her own face. Cecilia was stunned for a full two seconds before she realized what the Little Persimmon Puppy was up to.
"How long do you plan to keep up this act? That's enough."
Cecilia coldly pushed the girl away and lowered her voice.
"Sorry, I don't have any choice either. My competitors are around, so let me use your prestige for a bit—I'll apologize to you later."
The Little Persimmon Puppy stuck out her tongue, whispering in a voice only Cecilia could hear.
"Which one?"
Cecilia frowned, her light blue pupils shifting ever so slightly, scanning the crowd with minimal movement.
"Two o'clock direction—the one in the gold-embroidered mage robe, see him?"
The Little Persimmon Puppy leaned in again, exhaling warm breath by Cecilia's ear.
Following the Little Persimmon Puppy's direction, Cecilia really did spot a man in a mage's robe. He appeared to be in his twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of round glasses made from polished crystal, with two long gold chains running from the frames to behind his ears. He looked both cultured and also a strange blend of nouveau riche and gentlemanly scoundrel.