Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 344 - 143 Textbook Method for Dealing with Jerks

The annoyed girl first turned around and kicked a few times before continuing to speak while suppressing her anger, "He’s always been taking orders for custom Alchemy Jewelry, which means he’s in contact with a lot of girls, so at first we really didn’t suspect anything.

Especially those two, if one got something good, the other inevitably wanted to do even better!

So they appeared every few days and nobody suspected a thing!"

"To rack up more military exploits, I actually spent most of my time outside causing trouble, and I’d only see him once every ten days or half a month. He needed to take orders and work, so he rarely took on outside missions." The cold beauty smiled, "For him to get on the ship, I accompanied him on a mission for three days and nights! I have no idea how over those few days none of those three came knocking at his door!"

"I’m even his girlfriend in the real world!" The slender girl gritted her teeth, "I didn’t suspect anything at the beginning either. After all, making Alchemy Jewelry is time-consuming, and he always needed to spend a lot of time on it. Every time I went to see him, he was buried in his work!

So when he said he hired some people to do missions, I didn’t see any problem with it.

But wow, he really thought this through!

Two rich women buying things, a mercenary leading him to level up, and a mother figure taking care of his daily life in reality!

His time management was stellar! It took us six months to finally catch a clue!"

After saying a few words, they couldn’t help but join the two girls who had never stopped and continued to beat up the scumbag.

"Have you noticed? They’ve been talking and never mentioned how the scumbag was found out.

Which clever girl discovered the truth? How did they find the clue?

And how did they contact each other to make this arrangement! Letting the scumbag board the ship unknowingly with the highest pain setting on.

And about that oil painting, the fool had no idea at all!

Those two rival girls even cooperated tacitly!

I don’t know who played intermediary here, but please, little angel, make a detailed post for us to see!"

The Witness took another look at their tablet, "Although William’s annotations are indeed very small and many people might not read them in full—after all, most aren’t interested in the details of a treasure from an Airship that we will never own!

But once on the ship, without a special reminder, nobody would enter this hall since it’s mainly a place where the ship’s guards and operators rest and eat.

Most of the Undead Tribe who come to this hall are here for a big adventure!

Yet, he stayed here for hours and didn’t hear a word about the truth from any of the adventurers!

When girls get tough, it has nothing to do with anyone else!

But if they don’t want to talk, we can’t really probe deeper. Honestly, all four girls look quite nice, and being played by a scumbag must be somewhat embarrassing.

Anyway, after being beaten up by four Swordsmen while his pain setting was on, it’s a wonder if he’ll continue to stay with us or~

Oops! He’s gone~

Did he get disconnected? Haven’t seen that in years!

You can’t log off on an Airship unless the emergency button on the virtual cabin is pressed in reality, or someone is so overwhelmed they pass out.

I think it’s probably the latter with him.

When the highest pain setting is on, you really can get knocked out!

Let that be a lesson to all.

Now!

Let us send off these ladies with a heartfelt respect!

Truly a textbook way to deal with a scumbag!"

The Witness then let the photographer scan the hall again, "Apart from here, which is worth a look, there’s nothing much to say about the other fights—that’s just adventurers failing and saying things that annoyed their friends.

Some people may think they’re above board, but actually resent or are dissatisfied with their friends in secret.

This painting easily makes people voice those dark thoughts.

So don’t take psychology lightly.

You might think you’ve hidden it well because the people around you don’t understand deep psychology.

Look at these people trying to break up the fight and watching the spectacle! They keep checking the time, worried that staying too long might make them slip up in speech."

He continued that the other fights he found were pretty normal.

Many people might not realize how much drama they have inside, or think they are upright when in reality they like to secretly curse and scold others in their hearts.

So it’s no surprise they end up fighting.

Hill munched on melon for quite a while, feeling that the scumbag’s downfall was still the most noteworthy.

The Undead Tribe below were also asking Yue Xiaoluo and Anli Er, who have many friends.

As famous lifestyle professionals, they must know that jewelry-making scumbag.

"He had a very good reputation." Yue Xiaoluo’s voice changed, "He was famously gentle and amiable. Some people even said he resembled Hill! Haven’t you seen! His face looks a lot like Hill’s, he even has a similar stature! So many girls liked him, but he rejected them all! Lots of people said that he never spent time alone with young girls!"

"He probably intended to imitate Hill; he usually wears a white magic robe," Anli Er added, "Aside from his real-life girlfriend, the other three were carefully selected, right? That very cold and aloof female swordsman, I know her, but let’s not mention names, they all deliberately concealed themselves. But she loves adventure and spends years squatting in the wild. As for those two arch-enemies, they wouldn’t possibly have a friendly chat about boyfriends when they meet!"

"And he only avoids being alone with a loli! The message you received is wrong."

"Isn’t Hill the one who wears black? He hardly ever wears a white robe, does he?" Old Cat interjected, only to be met with the cold, mocking laughter of all the girls.

"Have you forgotten the instance of ’the boy holding a white cat’?" Anli Er laughed, "I got into this because of it, too; it was so beautiful, just like the elves I imagined in my mind! A lot of girls felt the same way as me!"

Hill was stunned, thinking William should certainly treat him better.

"Poor Hill, to say someone like him resembles all sorts of demons and devils?" Yeyu Qingyu suddenly spoke up.

"Only at first glance, I suppose, as his face was probably modeled after Hill, but the aura is far off. Not that ethereal!" said Yue Xiaoluo, "But after all, he is just an ordinary person! His tone of voice is very gentle, so he’s quite popular."

"Seeing that face, one should know he’s out to deceive young girls. If someone gets fooled, they have only themselves to blame," Old Cat retorted.

Without speaking up until now, Xiao Chenhuan laughed, "Old Cat, you really have the fate of a perennial bachelor!"

Hill couldn’t help but laugh as well, observing Yue Xiaoluo desperately rationalizing, she must also be one of those with a soft spot for this guy, now she’s looking for a decent excuse for her lack of discernment.

However, Old Cat was completely unfazed, responding tit for tat to every remark. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Live and stay single until old age, a person with their abode for a lifetime," Yun Che chimed in unconsciously.

The crowd below laughed together, turning the page on this matter.

Hill, who had been watching from upstairs for a long time, touched his forehead, realizing he had ignored the Sun God’s power’s openly virtuous characteristic.

Dark-hearted individuals, after staying within the Sun God’s power for too long, either repent or explode.

Hill, no matter the world, seldom felt jealousy, let alone harbored malicious intentions.

The Sun’s power wasn’t so strong as to make people abandon their wicked ways.

Just that dark places, when exposed to sunlight for too long, become somewhat unbearable.

Thus, the Undead Tribe wasn’t wrong; except for making people speak the truth, this Sun God’s power possesses no other harm.

Even members of the Evil Faction, if powerful enough, could endure it for a time.

But it does make it easy to reveal one’s true colors.

So within the Witness’s footage, there were some Saral People sent by William to maintain the airship, their expressions somewhat unsightly.

By their side, there was no one from the Undead Tribe who would force a truth-or-dare game.

It seemed William didn’t require them to stay in the hall for hours on end.

However, if there were spies or those intending to sabotage the ship, they could hardly ensure they wouldn’t slip up under this mental magic.

Everyone knew the drill, after the Undead Tribe’s probing, it was understood that only those who continuously stayed in the hall faced issues, so if anyone dared not even enter the hall for a rest or a meal, it indicated a significant problem.

For the majority of law-abiding individuals, that little inconvenience paled in comparison to a life-saving treasure.

Therefore, those with skeletons in their closet didn’t dare stir up trouble, prompting William to withdraw this treasure.

They had to contend with formidable elves and dwarves; even without disembarking for combat, there was still danger to life!

When choosing between life and minor nuisances, anyone would choose life.

Most of their time was spent patrolling and working, not lingering in the hall for too long.

Moreover, they should be grateful to Dwarves; their strategic treasures, though powerful, famously required small sacrifices in exchange, and what Hill provided was truly a rare and favorable item already.

This was a minor inconvenience many were willing to accept wholeheartedly.

Hill, observing for a long time, noticed the expressions on the faces of some mages responsible for powering up the airship in the video; they looked confidently prepared.

The Undead Tribe’s constant talk of mental magic seemed to have misled these individuals, after all, there were no Legendary beings here, totally imperceptive to the Sun God’s power hidden beneath the Power of the Silvermoon.

If they approached the counter with the method for resisting mental magic, the outcome would be quite amusing.

This wasn’t magic, nor had it anything to do with Silvermoon.

Those without guilt, under that divine power, would only feel a very comfortable warmth.

Hill felt like it was a sunbath during the day and a moonlight shower at night.

Nevertheless, it was surprising that William would inform the Undead Tribe about this painting.

Hill himself truly felt nothing; William was probably very sensitive to the divine power.

When William got the painting yesterday, he laughed so meaningfully, he must have sensed the Sun God’s power’s effect.

Hill had thought William was pondering how to deal with the elves, but now it seemed he may have thought too highly of him.

But William, to honestly inform the Undead Tribe of this matter, had no intention of relishing the chaos?