After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 545 - 215 Unwilling to be Disturbed Date_2

Chapter 545: Chapter 215 Unwilling to be Disturbed Date_2

This was certainly a good thing.

But under the premise that she didn’t want to expose her date with Ahtal, it could be very bad.

Both parties knew each other too well.

"Let’s go." Letixia continued to drag Ahtal away, while the sales clerk hesitated for a moment before raising her hand to call out to the departing pair. However, considering that they had already paid, she suppressed the urge to shout.

The young couple seemed to have some urgent business.

And not long after.

Yasiraqi walked into the shop, looked at the coffee on the table that hadn’t been drunk yet, thought for a moment, and then said to the sales clerk nearby:

"Was there a blonde girl at this table before?"

"Eh?" The sales clerk was taken aback, recalling carefully, she realized that she remembered a couple, but couldn’t recall what the couple looked like. Digging deeper into her memory, she found she couldn’t even confirm the genders of the couple; they could be two men, two women, or a conventional male-female relationship.

"You can’t remember?" Yasiraqi, seeing the confusion in the eyes of the sales clerk, immediately confirmed that the other had forgotten the related memory.

She didn’t continue questioning and brushed past the sales clerk.

Now her interest was fully aroused, and there was a sense of expectation that it might involve that man.

As Yasiraqi walked, she followed the trail unhurriedly. As soon as she was aware that she had returned to the past, she had her father, Siegfried, help her find a suitable Red Dragon to kill and then seized its power.

As for worrying about the side effects of Draconic magic, there was no need at all. She remembered that the revised Draconic magic from before the Time Retrospection wouldn’t turn her into an evil dragon just for slaying one.

Now that her strength was formidable, even if Letixia deliberately hid her tracks, it didn’t matter. With the dragon’s keen sense of smell and Letixia’s unique body scent, she could slowly trace her way to Letixia.

With light footsteps, she wandered through the bustling streets, gathering related information from passersby, and their responses confirmed her suspicions.

The majority of the answers were "Didn’t see," "Can’t remember," "Seems like two people passed by in a hurry," "Not sure if male or female," and other similar replies, which were basically confirmation that there was some sort of magic interfering with cognition.

But why this cognition interference magic had no effect on her, she hadn’t figured out yet. However, she was certain that she was about to catch Letixia.

However.

A minute later.

In front of a perfume shop.

Yasiraqi’s face showed frustration; she realized that she couldn’t continue tracking Letixia by scent. Letixia must have deliberately bought perfume to cover up her unique body smell. What a cunning woman.

Could it be that Letixia had guessed that she had taken the dragon’s power?

Should she choose to give up?

Of course not.

Yasiraqi approached the salesperson, quickly found out about the perfumes that had been sold, confirmed the scent, and identified the perfume Letixia was most likely to use. Then, following the scent, she pursued it as skillfully as a Hunter.

Several minutes later.

Inside a shopping mall building.

Letixia glanced back at Yasiraqi, who had appeared in the distance, and displayed a look of frustration. This woman... Why was she so troublesome at this time? She had never realized before that Yasiraqi’s tracking abilities were so strong.

Ximu, however, showed no impatience and let Letixia pull him away in their escape. Of course, he could have taken Letixia away from Bruil Street directly, but that would have been too boring, hence he had refused Letixia’s request not to Instant Teleport her away.

His reason was that he and Yasiraqi were friends, and he couldn’t be biased.

"Hehe... you can’t run away this time." Yasiraqi raised her hand and lightly flipped her red hair. She had one thing that Letixia could surely not compare to, the status of being a princess of Sky City, something that Letixia, born in the countryside, couldn’t comprehend correctly... no, it was beyond common sense.

Letixia, cultivated correctly from childhood, would never have the idea of abusing power excessively and would maintain the moral standards expected of someone in a position of authority.

But she was different; she would make full use of her power without very high moral expectations.

Power exists for one’s own convenience.

A moment later.

The entire building was suddenly locked down, and the method was very simple: anyone who stayed inside the building for a minute would receive a gold coin as a reward, essentially locking most people inside the building.

As for the very few who didn’t care about the money, she also had subordinates surveil the exits and shared their fields of vision with her, ensuring no one who left would be missed.

Fourth floor.

Letixia, listening to the voice spread throughout the entire building by magic, felt defeated by money. She really hadn’t expected Yasiraqi to use this method to lock down the entire building, which was beyond her expectations.

Although she was a princess of a country, she couldn’t afford to spend that much money, or rather, she didn’t even have that concept.

"Yasiraqi is really going overboard." Her delicate and pretty face showed a look of frustration, as she let go of Ahtal’s hand:

"Now we can only take the initiative to go see her ourselves."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Xi Mu asked with a smile, only to be tapped on the forehead by Letixia, who then turned and made her way gracefully towards the lobby on the first floor.

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...

At the junction between the first and second floors.

Yasiraqi was ascending the stairs as Letixia was coming down, and their gazes met in a line.

"It’s been a long time." Yasiraqi greeted her with a cheery smile, "You seem to have undergone quite a change."

"Change?" Letixia explained, "Anyone who has died and been resurrected would have changed."

"That makes sense." Yasiraqi didn’t rush to argue, just instructed her subordinates to lift the lockdown and distribute the money to everyone inside the building.

Then she took Letixia and started shopping in the mall, chatting casually as if they were ordinary girlfriends. However, during this process, she bought several pieces of men’s clothing, which fit Ahtal perfectly—no, more accurately, they were bought for Ahtal.

This, of course, wasn’t because Yasiraqi had confirmed Ahtal’s presence, but rather to gauge Letixia’s reaction through the act of buying clothes.

Currently, she was unclear whether the person accompanying Letixia was male or female, but if it was a man, it would need to be one who deliberately avoided her.

And no matter how she thought about it, there was only one possibility.

But according to common sense, Ahtal could only exist at the end of time, and it was impossible for him to descend to the present world.

An hour later.

Letixia’s expression changed slightly, her gaze inadvertently falling to the side, as if she had seen someone. Yasiraqi, with a keen eye, caught this, but looking in that direction, she found no one.

She asked with a smile,

"Did you see someone familiar?"

"Just a similar silhouette." Letixia shook her head slightly, pretending not to have noticed Ahtal by her side. She knew she had been with Yasiraqi for too long, and Ahtal, being a man, would certainly become impatient.

Yasiraqi didn’t press further, frequently glancing at Letixia’s side, yet seeing no one there.

However, it seemed as though she had confirmed a certain speculation in her mind.

"It’s getting late." She handed the bags of clothes she had been carrying to Letixia, "These clothes aren’t quite suitable for my father either."

She said smilingly,

"If you find someone suitable, let him wear them." With that, she turned and left decisively, without any hesitation.

Meanwhile, Letixia looked down at the bags of men’s clothing in her hands, then glanced at Ahtal standing beside her. There was only one man suitable to wear these clothes around her, and that was Ahtal—there couldn’t be anyone else for whom she specifically went clothes shopping.

Of course, her father was also a possibility, but her father was not the same size as Ahtal and could never wear such youthful attire.

"She’s being overly clever at this point." She whispered, then handed the bags containing clothing to Ahtal.

"These were bought for you by her."