Chapter 56: The Bouquet

Chapter 56: The Bouquet

When Tang Cuo came to the express delivery shop again, serving him was still the 70-or-so-year-old man with muddy eyes, who opened his mouth just to ask for the express fee of 1 point.

Tang Cuo was now a rich guy hiding 100 points inside, so naturally he wouldnt be stingy with this tiny 1 point, but after catching sight of his package, he still didnt feel like paying.

Who gave you roses? Did you have a romantic affair before you came here? Jin Chengs chuckle rang in his ears. Tang Cuo looked over and saw him leaning on the shelf with his arms folded and smiling, but his tone somehow sounded a little cold.

I didnt have any romantic affair. Tang Cuo said.

Then it means someone has a crush on you. Jin Cheng said, picking up the bouquet of roses and checking it carefully, but he couldnt find any card or the likes. But then, who would write a greeting card when visiting someones grave?

Tang Cuo felt that this wasnt a bouquet sent to him by his admirer, because besides flowers, there were other very down-to-earth items in the package. For example, money, fruits and a pot of beef bone soup.

As he opened the pot lid, a familiar scent slipped out, and Tang Cuo instantly knew the source of this thing Da Lis wife.

Da Li used to be Tang Cuos comrade-in-arms. When he first reunited with Jin Cheng, Tang Cuo mentioned that Da Li had married his childhood sweetheart two years ago. Marriage meant a new beginning, so Da Li returned to his hometown after his discharge from the army and started a small business. Although his life was uneventful and ordinary, it wasnt bad in any way.

After Tang Cuo changed his career and became a detective, he met with Da Li once. Da Li had no idea why Tang Cuo suddenly decided to become a third-rate detective, but seeing that Tang Cuo was alone, he actually invited Tang Cuo to his city so everyone could stay nearby and support each other.

Tang Cuo declined the offer, but during that brief meeting, the one thing that left the most impression on him was the pot of soup on the table.

Da Li had always been a considerate man. Remembering that Tang Cuo liked to drink that soup, Da Li brought a pot of soup to Tang Cuos grave. Then remembering that Tang Cuo said he liked red roses, Da Li gave him a bouquet of red roses.

But Tang Cuo actually lied to him. Only a simple man like Da Li wouldnt question such a lie full of loopholes.

Speaking of which, when I first arrived in Yong Ye City, I also received a bouquet of roses. Jin Cheng was suddenly reminded of his past and said with a hint of sorrow in his tone, but from the corner of his eye, he was carefully paying attention to Tang Cuos expression.

Oh. Tang Cuo said nonchalantly.

Tsk.

Jin Cheng felt a bit irate.

This little temper of his kept on until the two returned to East Cross Street. Before entering the room, Jin Cheng really couldnt help but say: Are you sure that no one has a crush on you? She makes you soup and sends you flowers, even I feel so touched.

Tang Cuo stepped forward in one large stride, then turned around: This is from Da Li. Do you want to drink the soup? If not, Ill close the door.

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, froze for three seconds then firmly let out two words: I want.

The two bought takeaways on the way back and combined those with the soup to make a great dinner. But while drinking the soup, Jin Cheng still couldnt help but mutter something else: Whats wrong with Da Li, just give you the soup, why does he want to send you roses?

Tang Cuo: Can you not mention the roses?

Why? Jin Cheng suddenly moved nearer, his handsome face magnified infinitely before Tang Cuos eyes, causing Tang Cuo to subconsciously lean back on the chair. He simply put down his bowl and stared back at Jin Cheng in this position.

This man is really weird today.

This is a misunderstanding. Da Li thinks I like roses, so he give me roses. Tang Cuo explained concisely.

Can you two really have such a misunderstanding?

Why cant we have it?

So you dont like roses?

I dont hate them either.

Jin Cheng finally stopped asking, then he crossed his legs graciously and continued to drink the soup. When the dinner was over, he picked up the bouquet of roses and said: Since you dont like roses very much, can you give them to me?

Tang Cuo: Its up to you.

Jin Cheng just took the flowers away.

Back to his room next door, he put the flowers in the glass jug bought from the supermarket and placed them on the table. But after a while, he felt the flowers to be quite an eyesore, so he moved them to the floor at the end of the bed, pretending that they didnt exist.

This was a cycle.

Most of the players in Yong Ye City were ordinary people who couldnt even fight, and this wasnt a place where you could just awaken your abilities when you arrived. The only way to become stronger was to work hard.

Tang Cuo had a strong fighting ability compared to most people in an average crowd, and a strong partner like Jin Cheng, yet he had only accumulated 50 points till now. If there werent 100 points given to him by Jin Cheng, what could he even rely on to do training? How could he buy potions? It was impossible for him to not add points, not to mention that he had to pay points every month too.

The worst part was that some people might not get any deliveries from the world of the living. If you didnt have money, you had to spend points, and if you didnt have enough points, you could go to work in places like the taverns. While working part-time, you still had to go through dungeons, living through such an excruciating life yet unable to just simply die.

Perhaps for people like that, dying inside the dungeon was also a kind of relief.

But the system was watching everywhere. Once you were determined as having a negative will to live or trying to seek death on your own, would there be punishments?

At this time, the front desk clerk asked: Sir, VIP members can get a 10% discount, do you want to apply for a card?

Tang Cuot thoughts were interrupted and he looked at the front desk blankly. The clerk continued to smile. The two of them stared at each other, and after a few seconds, the clerk asked again: Do you want to apply for a card? If you apply now, you can enjoy

Tang Cuo: No.

He straight away turned around and walked towards the glass elevator, which moved downward here. There were thirteen floors, and room 509 was on the fifth floor below him.

The moment the elevator opened, two more people walked into the building. They casually said hi to the front desk and followed Tang Cuo into the elevator.

They were heading to the fourth floor.

Most of the players in Yong Ye City didnt have the habit of greeting strangers, so the two parties just stood on both sides of the elevator, totally on guard and ignoring each other. But after a few seconds, the two seemed to recognise Tang Cuo.

One of them stealthily pushed the other while taking a step back, and a moment later, the two turned their heads at the same time: Tang, Tang ge.

Tang Cuo:

Wasnt the Kitchen Knife gang gone? Why was he still enjoying the treatment of a gang boss?

By this point, they had arrived at the fourth floor, so the two nodded to Tang Cuo and quickly left the elevator. Throughout the whole process, Tang Cuo didnt say a word and just kept a cold expression, but this perfectly matched the settings of a gang boss.

He thought, this must be Jin Chengs fault.

Soon, he arrived at the fifth floor.

The underground training ground was truly magnificent. From the glass elevator, he could see the open arena on each floor. As he went down one floor by one floor, different people and different faces were releasing their very primal fighting instincts.

Like a Colosseum.

Tang Cuo calmly walked out and away from the public area, all the way to the private training rooms. The training rooms here were all enclosed single rooms. He smoothly found 509, and as he pushed the door to enter, unsurprisingly, the system sent a reminder that the timer would start now.

Because it was his first time here and he also didnt inform Jin Cheng, so he only planned to try it for an hour.

Todays programme: Fireball skill.

Tang Cuo had a garbage-quality skill named Fireball rewarded by the system, as well as a basic-level Fireball skill obtained through learning magic. As a man who had ascended through the ranks with Fireball, of course he had to start training from this very skill.

This Fireball skill had to work in tandem with the [Sword of Judgment], because Tang Cuo didnt use any wand or staff.

What was a wand?

Tang Cuo thought it was just a conductor.

In the end, magic was manifested by the wizards own mana and magic energy gathered in his body, which was then guided out through a conductor.

Roger Reedss conductor was a cane, and Aesops conductor was a black umbrella. This proved that the conductor wasnt limited to a regular wooden wand, so Tang Cuo only needed to direct his magic through the [Sword of Judgment], and theoretically, he should be able to cast a spell.

But Tang Cuo tried several times and couldnt do it. Could it be that his casting posture was wrong?

Tang Cuo simply sat down cross-legged, put the [Sword of Judgment] on his knees and carefully felt the flow of magic energy inside him.