GBP Chapter 150 The Grand Duke of Netherfire Makes His Debut
Chapter 150 The Grand Duke of Netherfire Makes His Debut
"No."
"Then what is this...?" The person registering looked at both sides of the paper to make sure they hadn't missed anything.
“Oh, the gift is a robin’s autograph, a handwritten signature,” Zhou Yuan said.
"what???"
The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion, and his face even twitched uncontrollably.
Are you sure you're not here to cause trouble?
"...Sir, what is your name?"
"Fang Zheng, write it down."
After repeatedly looking up to confirm, the person registering was finally convinced that Zhou Yuan was not joking. Hesitantly, he put away his signature and pressed the microphone switch next to him.
The next moment, the sound of loudspeakers echoed throughout the mansion.
"Welcome, distinguished guest, to the celebration. Please bring a signed robin as a gift."
"Not a buddy." As soon as the horn blared, Zhou Yuan knew things were in trouble.
As expected, in the mansion square, many people who were chatting and laughing all turned their eyes to look when they heard the broadcast.
Some people were dismissive, while others looked puzzled.
A robin's signature? That's ridiculous!
"Although that woman is quite famous, how many of you here would be interested in her?"
"That's right, not to mention that guy Alfredo... Sending him this is practically a provocation, he must be crazy."
Most of the people present were from the surrounding forces of the Extinction Gang. They had obtained the information on the phone and wanted to get a share of the profits, hoping to uncover the secret of Zhou Yuan's use of the Star God's power. They also harbored considerable hostility towards their rivals.
Of course, some wise people chose not to speak, but simply stared at Zhou Yuan and Fei Xiao as they walked into the square with puzzled expressions:
"Which faction does this belong to?"
"You think you can attend this kind of celebration just because you got an autographed photo? Dream on." The several machines exchanged signals, reached a consensus, and headed towards Zhou Yuan's direction.
However, before they could get close, the temperature control system in their minds sounded an alarm. The group turned to look at one of them as he slowly walked down the spiral staircase inside the mansion.
The man was enveloped in a thin layer of flames, even the hem of his black robe was burning, and every step he took left a trail of fire. Combined with the hideous ram's head skull, he looked like a demon.
At the same time, everyone in the square noticed the unusual activity. Some people, with delighted expressions, stepped forward and revealed the person's identity:
"Happy birthday, Lord Alfred."
Grand Duke Afrit of the Underworld ignored him and walked straight towards a corner of the square.
“Mr. Fang Zheng, welcome. I have been waiting for you for a long time.” The thin flames on his body quickly dissipated as he approached, and he extended his hand, which was covered with a velvet fire finger glove, to Zhou Yuan.
What a wonderful artifact... no, a set of artifacts.
Wearing a flaming crown and a Grand Duke's four-piece set, he's clearly a promising talent for pursuit.
Zhou Yuan inwardly mocked him, but his expression remained unchanged as he reached out to shake his hand:
"I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any special gifts."
He extended his goodwill while trying his best to maintain his own high-class image.
“Mr. Fang Zheng, what are you saying?” The flames in Grand Duke Minghuo’s eyes flickered as he spoke. “What the outside world doesn’t know is that I have admired Miss Robin for a long time and have already secretly bought all of her albums.”
“I really like the gift you gave me, sir... Of course, the biggest surprise for me is that you were able to come all this way.”
His words were full of praise for Zhou Yuan, which was completely unlike what one would expect from a powerful Destroyer.
Upon hearing about the scene, the other guests present exchanged bewildered glances.
"Who? You mean Grand Duke of the Underfire, Afrit, the mighty Fire Demon, who's in love with a songstress?"
If someone else told them this, they definitely wouldn't believe it and would think the person was crazy.
But now the facts are right in front of us, and these words were spoken by Grand Duke of Netherfire himself, so the matter is quite intriguing.
Who exactly is this Fang Zheng, that he needs someone like the Grand Duke of Minghuo to "fawn over him"?
In an instant, the disdainful gazes directed at Zhou Yuan turned serious.
“Let me introduce you, sir,” Grand Duke of the Underworld said, pointing to a man in a purple robe behind him. “This is my child, Akash.”
Zhou Yuan had already seen all four of Duke Minghuo's children in the game's promotional video, so he wasn't surprised. After nodding to them, he pointed to Feixiao and introduced him:
“This is my servant, who came with me all the way here.”
With Zhou Yuan's prior planning and the comforting candy, Fei Xiao nodded and obediently cooperated with his older brother in his act.
“I see,” Duke Minghuo’s attention lingered on Feixiao for a few seconds before he said, “There are too many people here, sir. Why don’t you come with me to the high platform for a chat?”
Zhou Yuan nodded and led Fei Xiao up the spiral staircase to the high platform of the mansion.
Standing atop it, one can enjoy a panoramic view of the people in the square and the surrounding scenery, offering an extremely wide vista.
Zhou Yuan didn't bother with pleasantries and went straight to his question.
"Constance said you got Zhou Yuan's phone?"
“Exactly.” Grand Duke Netherfire nodded. “I have already asked the Intellectual Faction to decipher it and have compiled all the information contained therein.”
"...?"
Looking at the skull eyes of the Grand Duke of Netherfire, Zhou Yuan asked calmly:
"Have you seen it?"
"We've already looked through it, but we haven't gotten much useful information...we might need the help of the memory specialist."
"Well done," Zhou Yuan sighed, looking down at the guests in the square below, and muttered to himself, "It seems we can't leave any survivors."
"What did you say?" Grand Duke of Netherfire didn't quite hear.
Seemingly sensing Zhou Yuan's displeasure, he added:
"We checked the phone beforehand to ensure its authenticity; otherwise, we did not perform any improper operations."
"It's nothing," Zhou Yuan waved his hand, then asked, "How did you get the phone?"
"Aren't you afraid of being hunted down across the entire universe by the Immortal Ship Alliance?"
“Please rest assured, sir,” Duke Minghuo naturally knew what the other party was worried about, which was that he thought the phone was stolen at the memorial service. So he explained, “The phone was obtained by accident.”
After a pause, seeing Zhou Yuan's interested expression, he had no choice but to continue explaining.
“We had wanted to participate in the memorial service before, but after my husband dissuaded us, we left and have been keeping an eye on the news online.”
"Who would have thought that just yesterday, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly erupted in a galaxy about five light-years away from here. We immediately sent people there, but we didn't find anyone. We only found a cell phone and some pieces of clothing left behind in a corner."
"It's that simple?" Zhou Yuan clearly didn't believe it.
"Well, based on the situation at the scene and the remnants, the person who disappeared was the one who seized Zhou Yuan's phone at the funeral ceremony," said Duke Minghuo, his expression becoming much more solemn.
"The man appears to have been killed while on the run."
"The person who did it only killed him, without taking his phone, just like... casually swatting a fly..."
The fact that the fugitive was able to launch an attack and escape during a memorial service shows that he had excellent survival skills. But even so, he was easily killed. How strong must the person who did it be?
Who wouldn't be nervous if such a powerful person walked around so close to them?
There are even experts here... Zhou Yuan thought to himself, but then he heard the loudspeakers in the square blare again.
"Welcome, esteemed guest Kafka, to the celebration. Gift... none!"