Chapter 115

Translator : Mukyuu

Editor : Mikyuu

As the largest sponsors of the wedding, Wang Xiaoming and Baal jointly attended the wedding banquet no matter how much Wang Xiaoming’s father didn’t want them to. But in private, he cautioned Wang Xiaoming again and again that they could only claim to be comrades and were not, under any circumstances, allowed to say shocking things like “be together forever.”

At first Wang Xiaoming feared that Baal would be upset, but Baal only rolled his eyes.

“Do you think I have any desire to speak with them?”

Wang Xiaoming looked at Baal’s haughty expression and thought that he had been worried about the wrong thing. What he really should be worried about was whether Baal would use spatial movement and turn the entire wedding into a spirit banquet.

Since he was a family member of the groom, Wang Xiaoming got summoned bright and early to help the groom pick up the bride.

According to the traditions of his tometown, the bridesmaids and family members of the bride would block the door downstairs of the bride’s home and demand that the groom fulfill various conditions before they would let up.

Originally, things were going quite well.

The bridesmaids asked for 9,999.

The groomsmen decisively cut that down to 299.

And then the two sides went back and forth for a dozen minutes and were about to settle on 250. Yet Baal’s arrival, due to his impatience, instantly incited a second round of battle.

Because after the bridesmaids and the friends and family of the bride saw Baal, they strongly demanded that Baal let everyone stroke his hair before they would open the door.

The groomsmen and the friends and family of the groom joined in the chaos.

Wang Daliang’s expression turned awkward because he knew Baal’s personality and his relationship with Wang Xiaoming, so he kept giving Wang Xiaoming looks.

Amidst the ear-shattering noise Baal’s expression turned uglier and uglier.

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly stepped in to say, “How about I let you touch mine?”

…

The bridesmaids and the other companions realized it wasn’t going to happen no matter how much they clamored for it and started to regret being so impulsive. When Wang Xiaoming, who looked pleasing enough, stepped in, they were ready to take the out that was offered. Yet, the handsome foreign man, who had kept quiet the entire conversation, suddenly spoke up and it was in fluent Chinese, “You dare?!”

…

The ruckus died down.

The scene fell dead silent.

Wang Daliang coughed and gave his best man a look. “Hurry up and hand out the money.”

The best man seemed to jerk awake, as if from a dream, and hurriedly handed the money over. “Open the door, open the door…”

The bride’s party finally came to their senses and agreed with quiet voices.

Though they still acted like before, both the volume of their voices and excitement were drastically reduced.

The door opened and the crowd surged inside.

Wang Xiaoming was originally going to join them, but Baal gripped the back of his neck.

Everyone else pretended not to see and each of them kept their eyes on the ground beneath their feet; even if they saw something out of the corners of their eyes, they quickly averted their gazes.

Baal waited for everyone to leave before he retracted his arm and pulled Wang Xiaoming closer to him. He laughed coldly and said, “Let them touch… hmm?”

Wang Xiaoming hadn’t felt that kind of chilliness from Baal for a very long time. After Baal recovered his body, the coldness that came off him was several times chillier than from when he had been in spirit form.

“I just wanted to solve the situation,” Wang Xiaoming instantly said humbly.

Baal gave him a cold look. “You sure you’re not hinting that I should toss them all to the North Pole?”

All the hairs on Wang Xiaoming’s body stood on their ends. “You, what do you want to do?”

“What do you think?” Baal asked and then realized Wang Xiaoming was incapable of answering because he had already turned himself into a bat and was flying as fast as he could toward the bride’s house.

Baal casually summoned Prilli from the space. For the most part, Prilli’s main job was to play Blood Chess with Baal. Of course, Wang Xiaoming was the opponent and Prilli’s biggest function was to be the chess piece.

“Go stop him.” Baal pointed at Wang Xiaoming.

Prilli obediently flew into the air and, just as Wang Xiaoming was about to reach the bride’s home, dutifully opened the window for him.

Baal, “…”

Despite the minor scare during the process, at least they had survived it. In order to avoid a bigger scare, Wang Daliang had Wang Xiaoming and Baal go to the hotel to prepare while they went to shoot wedding photos in the nearby park.

Wang Xiaoming followed instructions happily. Just because they got out of this round alright didn’t mean they’d also get out of the next round alright. In summary, as long as the North Pole existed in the world, Wang Xiaoming couldn’t relax.

The hotel was that certain four-star hotel that would soon be known as the spirit hotel.

Because Wang Daliang was holding his wedding there, the hotel gifted him a one night’s stay in their honeymoon suit.

At the moment, Wang Xiaoming and Baal were waiting for time to pass in that suite.

Baal gazed at the bedsheets with two hearts pierced by an arrow on it and remarked, “It’s so boring just waiting here.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming’s expression was very serious. “This is the honeymoon suite for my brother.”

Baal revealed a suggestive smile. “What are you implying?”

“You can’t take apart the television.”

“…” Did he look like he wanted to take apart the television?

Wang Xiaoming noticed the unhappy expression on Baal’s face and rushed to comfort, “If you really want to take it apart, wait until we go back and get an older TV from the second-hand market. That way we can save a lot of money and it’ll satisfy your desire.”

Baal raised an eyebrow. “Is my desire something that can be satisfied with taking a TV apart?”

Wang Xiaoming said nervously, “I can’t afford an airplane.” Though the Kindred were giving him quite a big salary, it was far from being enough to buy an airplane. He hesitated and then made the decision, “If you really have to take one apart, then wait a couple of years until I’ve saved up enough.”

“…” When had he said he wanted to take an airplane apart?! What kind of dog-bitten relationship did his desires have to do with an airplane? He wasn’t interested in an airplane!

“But if that’s the case, then I’ll have to be more frugal in my day-to-day.” Wang Xiaoming started doing some serious calculations and then looked at Baal and said in a tone that said he meant it, “PSP…”

Baal’s expression turned cold. If Wang Xiaoming dared to say he wasn’t buying one, then… hmph, hmph !

“Let’s buy a second-hand one.” Sometimes Wang Xiaoming had good thoughts.

“Then I’ll destroy the first user,” Baal said without any emotions on his face.

…

Wang Xiaoming laughed dryly, “I thought about it and maybe it’s better if we buy a new one.”

“Hmph.” Having been derailed by Wang Xiaoming, Baal wasn’t in the mood anymore and simply lay down on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to remind him to not mess the bed up, but with Baal’s personality, the more Wang Xiaoming fretted over that, the more Baal would probably mess up the bed.

He let out a secret sigh and had Baal release the tiger and Prilli. Then he fed them some of the snacks he took out from his bag.

As expected of a tiger from the Forest of Shattered Illusions, it was really quite easy to take care of.

“Ah, that’s right. Baal, we haven’t named the tiger yet.” Wang Xiaoming suddenly raised his head. “What do you think we should name it?”

Baal shut his eyes and answered, “Meowmeow.”

…

Wang Xiaoming sweatdropped.

The tiger meowed at the right time.

Wang Xiaoming sweatdropped profusely.

Baal said again, “Or maybe Woofwoof?”

The tiger cooperated and barked a few times.

Wang Xiaoming’s sweat dripped down like a waterfall. “I think, maybe we should call it Dahu 1 Literally for “Big Tiger.” ?”

“Hmm.”

Wang Xiaoming stroked the tiger’s head happily.

“After all, it can snore pretty loudly 2 The Chinese characters for “Big Tiger” sound a bit like the characters for snoring. ”.

“…” The smile froze on Wang Xiaoming’s face.

Three minutes of thinking later.

Wang Xiaoming finally thought of the perfect name, “Let’s call it Hero!”

“…”

Since Baal didn’t say anything, the name was thus decided.

In addition, Wang Xiaoming and Baal even discussed where Prilli belonged.

Wang Xiaoming felt that Prilli, as a bat—oh no, as a Kindred—would be too pitiful wandering around. Prilli had neither a home nor a car and he didn’t even have a steady salary. It might be best to send him back to the Kindred Realm.

Baal asked lazily, “Why would he need a car? Doesn’t he have wings?”

“But a house…”

“He can stay in your castle.”

Wang Xiaoming was a bit surprised. In his mind, Baal really despised having other living creatures in his territory.

Baal seemed to sense what he was thinking and drawled out, “It’s a big castle. There needs to be a cleaner.”

Prilli, with his ears perked up trying to listen to his fate, instantly jumped up.

Baal reached up and grabbed Prilli just before he changed forms. He held onto Prilli’s neck and asked with a smile, “Do you want to?”

Prilli struggled furiously and kicked both of his legs while he gave Wang Xiaoming a pleading look.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t disappoint him and said, “Baal, you’re hurting him.”

“So the answer is?” Baal applied more pressure with his hand.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth and said the final words, “I’ll pay you a salary.”

…

Prilli stopped struggling.

That was how Lord Wang Xiaoming gained a butler named Prilli.

They whiled away the afternoon discussing a butler’s duties and benefits.

When Wang Xiaoming and Baal headed downstairs to check, Wang Daliang was already slowly walking toward the stage in the wedding hall with his bride, accompanied by the sound of the Wedding March.

Wang Daliang’s leg was only three-quarters mended and he couldn’t put too much pressure on it as he walked. But according to their aunt, that was just like Xu Wenqiang from the movie Shanghai Beach . That sentence caused Baal to think, for the longest time afterward, that Xu Wenqiang was a slur.

Just as Wang Daliang and his bride got halfway to the stage, Baal held Wang Xiaoming’s hand and walked toward the main table on the same red carpet.

Since there was only one red carpet and Baal was walking much faster than Wang Daliang, a scene that shocked everyone happened.

Baal and Wang Xiaoming passed directly between the bride and the groom!

…

The entire room fell deathly silent.

Wang Xiaoming wished desperately that a hole would swallow him up.

Though he had struggled with all his might to slam the brakes, his strength was not on the same level as Baal’s.

Wang Xiaoming’s father saw Baal sit down like nothing had happened and almost jumped to his feet while slapping the table.

Luckily the MC was a clever one and immediately said, “Looks like the groom’s younger brother is not very happy about his older brother being taken away by the sister-in-law. Hahaha, it’s very normal for siblings to care about each other so deeply. But younger brother, soon you’ll also have your own bride. No need to rush things.”

A smattering of laughter sounded from around them.

In any case, the wedding still went on as planned.

Only Baal had a vein throbbing on his head as he said, “He’s not thinking I’m the younger brother, right?”

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly put some food on his plate.

The in-laws had probably been warned by their daughter already. Though the look they gave Baal and Wang Xiaoming wasn’t friendly, they didn’t say anything.

The reception went perfectly fine after that.

The bride and groom knew better than to upset them and other people naturally pretended to forget what had happened. Only Wang Xiaoming’s little cousin came over to intentionally—or unintentionally—try and trap Baal into a conversation. But he scared her off with one glare.

After all, the tolerance level of bystanders and participants were different in a lot of situations.

After eating for about half an hour, Wang Xiaoming noted that Baal was getting bored just sitting there and found an excuse to leave the party.

As they walked out from the reception, Baal suddenly asked, “Do you want to have a wedding?”

Wang Xiaoming paused. “We’re both men.”

That meant there were no objections. Baal started planning the location.

“Noah’s Ark.” It had humans, Kindred, and fallen angels. No better place.

Wang Xiaoming, “…” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to, but Noah’s Ark…

“Should we invite your parents?” Baal asked.

“No!” If his parents went to Noah’s Ark, they’d probably pass out from fear.

“I also think that’s not necessary.”

So, a wedding was ordered.

1

Literally for “Big Tiger.” 2

The Chinese characters for “Big Tiger” sound a bit like the characters for snoring.