Chapter 342 Harold: This pretender doesn't listen to me, why not take it away...
Yumana finished today's performance and walked backstage, with a dazed look on her face. She realized belatedly that her heart was beating fast, especially when she recalled the audience comparing her to the legendary "Mistress of Flowers".
"Today's performance was great, even better than the rehearsal!" Zubair nodded approvingly, and then said, "Nilu, get ready. After Kurosh leaves the stage, it will be your turn!"
"Okay!" Nilu, who had changed into a dance costume, responded quickly. As she walked past Yumana holding her skirt, she leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to give her a hug.
Yumana understood what she meant, raised her hand and pinched her hair, showing a bright smile.
"Ms. Yumana, wait a moment!" Harold said suddenly.
Yumana froze immediately, not even lowering her raised arms.
Harold walked up to her and put his hand into her sleeve.
Sheikh Zubair, Nilu, and Yumana herself stared at Harold's hand in surprise. They watched him grope inside his sleeve for a while, then pull out a "pretender".
The golden pretender looked at the human face that suddenly enlarged in front of him, shrank his body in fear, and hugged himself with leaves.
"Lord Red King, when did it run in?!" Yumana blurted out in surprise.
Nilu also opened her eyes wide, a look of disbelief on her face.
Haroldt pulled its petals and weighed them, estimating the weight, and said casually, "Destroy these defective products that do not obey orders."
Hearing this, the "disguiser" in his hand shook the corolla desperately to break free.
"...Mr. Harold, it might not be intentional. It might have accidentally gotten caught on my bracelet when I bent over." Yumana said.
"Really?" Haroldt turned and pinched the stem of the "Pretender".
The "pretender" seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and it nodded rapidly, almost leaving an afterimage.
"Then I will observe it for a while. This unstable test subject cannot be left in this theater. Well... I'll give you a name first, 1473, the last number of the 'Pretender' in the experimental record book." Haroldt said as he stuffed the Pretender in his hand into his pocket.
Yumana and Nilu breathed a sigh of relief, both of them were happy that the brave little flower was able to save its life.
...
Xumi City, inside the residence of three people
Kavi was studying how to improve the capacitor bottle and reduce its size when he suddenly heard the sound of a key turning. The research was at a critical stage at this moment. Without even looking up, he quickly called out, "Harold!"
But the visitor replied, "Not Harold."
Hearing the familiar voice, Kavi finally raised his head and looked towards the door: "El Haisen? Why are you back? Did you leave something behind? No way? When did you become so careless?"
It had been a week since El Haisen moved out, so Kavi's reaction was reasonable.
Elhaisen had no intention of entering the room, but just leaned against the door and said calmly, "Of course not. I came back this time on behalf of the House of Lords to invite our great architect to participate in a project."
Kawi looked skeptical: "Are you so kind?"
Elhaisen: "It is not my intention to invite you, but as an outstanding graduate of the Sahavara Academy, the famous Kavi, the sage of the Myo-lun school, specifically asked for your participation.
This project has far-reaching impact, and I personally hope to receive your positive response."
Kavi stroked his chin with one hand, still looking skeptical: "Really? The sage named it? Even you care about it? There is such a project? Are you making up a story to trick me?"
"Are you telling me that I submitted a three-page leave application to the higher-ups and even made a detour to come here just to play a trick on you?"
Elhaisen raised his chin slightly, and although his expression didn't change much, Kavi felt that he was looking at someone who was mentally retarded.
"It's possible that someone paid you to play a trick on me? - Okay, I'll believe you this time. What project is it?!" Kavi's eyes flashed with joy.
"Come with me, we're going to the construction site now." Elhaisen said as he turned sideways.
"...So mysterious? What is it? Why is it like those ancient spells that cannot be explained?" Kavi muttered to himself as he tidied up the table and stood up.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and fumbled around on the table again: "Wait! I want to leave a message for Harold, telling him that you and I are going out for a while. There are some cookies I just made today in the refrigerator. They won't taste good if they are left for a long time..."
El Haisen interrupted, "You can tell him you are going to the desert on a business trip and ask him to clean up the room for you."
"Huh? Why?" Kavi blurted out, "Does this mean we'll be gone for a long time? Ten days or half a month?"
"What do you think about the project inside the House of Religion?" Elhaisen gave Kavi a meaningful look.
"Well...what stage has the project reached? Can you at least reveal a little bit?" Kavi asked.
"You will see the answer yourself when you arrive at the construction site. The salary offered by the Faithful Court is very generous, 300,000 Mora a day, which is far more than what you earn running around at various construction sites.
If it were you, you would just hope that the construction period would be delayed as long as possible." Elhaisen was unmoved, not revealing any information in his words.
"Mr. Duo?!" Kavi's eyes widened. "Three hundred thousand? A day?!"
"Do you suspect you heard it wrong? As far as I know, the client's demand for functionality this time is far greater than its pursuit of visuals. Now our great artist can give full play to his expertise." The corners of Elhaisen's mouth rose two pixels.
Kavi's mood became obviously happier, and his tone became lighter: "Really? There is such a good thing? Wait for me for a minute, I will come after I finish writing the message."
Kavi quickly wrote a message to Harold, muttering in his heart: "The demand for function is greater than the pursuit of visuals, Alhaisen, you are so bold to say that. I wish the client I meet every time is really like this."
...Well, I finally finished a long performance. My performance was pretty good, right? Elhaisen was relaxed. He just kept a straight face throughout the whole performance.
Kavi murmured a few words to Elhaisen, then put down the quill and walked to Elhaisen's side, put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Let's go, Chief Secretary, and open a new chapter of glory."
He made a joke to show that he was in a really good mood and didn't have the slightest suspicion about his friend's words.
Elhaisen responded with three pixels of his mouth raised at the corners, which made Kavi think of the "villain's smile" that Harold had mentioned.