Apocalypse Forecast-Chapter 618 - 515 Answer_1

"See that? It’s like winter is about to arrive, right?"

Luo Su set down his glass and said, "In some parts of Hell, populations of such Ravens have been discovered... It takes nearly a dozen generations living in places saturated with negative Source Substance for such a mutation to occur by chance. Although it seems like the Ability to manipulate frost, it’s actually the negative Source Substance within them spontaneously interfering with external matter. This isn’t a Skill, but a phenomenon—

These Ravens are always closely associated with death and naturally possess potent negative Source Substance, hence they are often deemed ominous. But for a Soloist like you, they couldn’t be a more suitable subordinate clan. It’s rare that they like you so much; it seems you have quite a high reputation among them."

As he spoke, Luo Su clapped his hands, expressing his satisfaction. "Congratulations, Huai Shi, you’ve drawn an excellent card!"

Hearing Luo Su say this, Huai Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He let go of his worries.

Even though he now believed reliability was most important and didn’t care much about individual quality, a Soloist only had one choice for their subordinates. Naturally, the higher the compatibility, the better.

After his moment of joy had passed, Luo Su slowly nodded, took a sip of his tea, and then asked, "Feeling thrilled?"

"Thrilled," Huai Shi uttered, rubbing the giant Raven in his arms, genuinely moved. "I’m good!"

"That’s good."

Old Turtle nodded, then immediately revealed an unsettling smile and, like performing a magic trick, drew a long bill from his pocket. "Then let’s settle the account..."

"What the heck?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

"Time to settle up." Luo Su looked at him, puzzled. "You, a new teacher, managed to use the Summon Dragon Flute for free, but surely you don’t plan to skip out on the fuel cost too, right? Wow! You really are heartless!"

"But you never said I had to pay!"

Huai Shi was furious, pointing at the bill that was nearly in his face. "Besides, I only used it for a little over an hour, yet you’re charging me 130 million for fuel, and what on earth is this additional 40 million for extra charges! Old Turtle, you’re scamming me again!"

"The trade war between Magic Gold Bank and the American Bank Family has been fierce recently—the price of Source Crystals has more than doubled. I charged you just 1.2 times the original price, which is already more than fair, okay?"

Luo Su nonchalantly picked his nose. "Besides, what’s wrong with additional charges? Surely summoning over a thousand members of the Hell Clans in an oversized batch doesn’t come free? Plus, a thousand Ravens made a complete mess in there, and that’s high-precision equipment, okay, Huai Shi? You didn’t think you could just mop it up and call it a day, did you?"

"One hundred seventy million. That’s already a discounted price, considering our teacher-student relationship."

Saying this, Luo Su looked heartbroken. "As your teacher, I’m always so considerate, thinking of everything for you, and what do I get in return? You keep calling me Old Turtle!"

"...Is... is that so?" Huai Shi began to feel uncertain.

"Of course, it’s so!"

Luo Su’s expression turned serious. "As the headmaster of the Ivory Tower and as your teacher, would I covet your hundred million or so? To me, one or two hundred million is trivial..."

"But just yesterday, the deputy headmaster was saying you quietly used public funds to indulge in rampant debauchery at the Border..."

"He’s full of it!"

Luo Su was enraged, his demeanor becoming even more solemn. "How could you question your teacher’s integrity? Do I look like the type to embezzle public funds and be morally bankrupt?"

"You do."

Huai Shi watched Luo Su’s performance with a sidelong glance.

We’re both old foxes; who are you trying to fool with these tall tales?

I’m definitely not giving him the money.

I don’t believe Luo Su would actually kill me.

"Since you’ve put it that way, as your teacher, I have no choice." Luo Su sighed profoundly. "This hundred million or so, I’ll cover it for you first. After all, I am your teacher."

"Really?" Huai Shi was suddenly on guard.

"Of course, it’s true."

Luo Su nodded somberly. "However, when I embezzle the public funds, I’ll forge your signature. Then, when the deputy headmaster wants to take action to root out the traitors for the Ivory Tower, I’ll have no choice but to righteously eliminate..."

"Wait a minute!"

Huai Shi’s eyes bulged in disbelief. "How can you be so shameless!"

"Hey, as if this is the first day you’ve known."

Luo Su sat in his boss chair, studying Huai Shi’s expression, and asked with gravity, "Your position, I promoted you; your salary, I increased it; the Summon Dragon Flute, I let you use it; you wanted to draw from the Hell lottery, I let you do that too—aren’t these Ravens fantastic?"

"..."

In the silence, Huai Shi turned and exchanged a look with the giant Raven in his arms.

Facing those expectant little eyes, he just couldn’t bring himself to say the words "not fantastic"...

And then, Luo Su boomed, "Search your heart and ask yourself, haven’t I, as your teacher, been good to you?"

"..."

Huai Shi remained silent, unable to respond.

Although he often grumbled internally about Old Turtle enjoying teasing him, to be fair, Luo Su had indeed treated him, this Second fifth, very well. Not only did he not crush him, but he also took him in as a student, actively promoting and nurturing him.

He had even abused his authority for personal gain, allowing him to borrow the Summon Dragon Flute to draw cards.

Although it now seemed like a trap Luo Su had set for him, he had already received the benefits; he couldn’t just turn his back ungratefully and deny it, could he?