Chapter 889: Chapter 42 Nest Chapter 889: Chapter 42 Nest Who is the bait?

And where is the trap being set?

These were questions, yet Link didn’t ask.

Jasmine consciously kept pace with Link without any intention to inquire either.

This made Lotson, who had some little tricks up his sleeve, quite bored, and he couldn’t help but look at his cheap brother-in-law and sister-in-law with a somewhat resentful gaze.

Can’t you two cooperate a bit?

After all, I’m your cheap younger brother by blood.

When the big brother and sister-in-law could at least play along with their little brother and make some conversation.

Keeping silent like this is so awkward.

Link and Jasmine very tacitly ignored Lotson’s resentful look, as if they never saw it.

As a reincarnated saint, Lotson naturally had the stature and confidence to do so, with a fickle nature, to play as he pleased.

But Link and Jasmine, without a prominent family backing them or super strength, had to struggle to survive and live better, they couldn’t simply do as they pleased.

They simply couldn’t do as Lotson did, to do whatever they wanted.

From this perspective, the name of the organization “Do Anything Freely” actually held the most earnest hopes deep in Link’s heart.

He truly wanted to achieve the goal of doing anything freely.

After acting up for a while and getting no response, Lotson also quelled some of his mischievous thoughts.

With a snap, Lotson clicked his fingers.

The largest screen at the front of the Starship’s cockpit suddenly displayed many small squares.

Each square showed a live scene.

The locations where these scenes took place were varied, as were the scenes themselves.

But amid many differences, there was one extremely similar trait: the atmosphere in each scene was exceedingly festive.

What Lotson showed to Link and Jasmine was the New Year’s celebrations in the vast territories of the fairy and god civilization, on various planets/worlds.

It was unknown where Lotson got so many live broadcast scenes.

“Look, they’re so happy,”
Pointing at the happy expressions on people’s faces after the fireworks had bloomed, Lotson jokingly said, “Unlike you two, your faces look as bitter as anything.”

Upon hearing this, Jasmine turned her head and glanced at Link, finding that his expression was just calm, not tormented, and then she relaxed.

Her biggest concern was that Link had taken on some pressure again but did not want to involve her and had not told her.

This would make Jasmine feel very useless, unable to offer even the slightest help to Link.

Noticing Jasmine’s mood, Link gently patted the back of her hand, slightly soothing her.

Then, Link’s face fell, and he looked at Lotson expressionlessly, not making a sound.

Facing Link’s gaze, Lotson finally completely put away his playful thoughts.

Another snap.

The little squares on the screen and the lively scenes within them disappeared.

The playful smile on Lotson’s face also faded, and he said earnestly, “Alright, cut out the grimacing, the Ravensmouth College Advance Team won’t have any problems.”

“What makes you so sure?”

Link asked coldly.

“What makes me so sure?”

Lotson snorted with a smirk, “Those five ancient old undead on the Supreme Council know that I’m willing to face up to that old boy Mitchell, they definitely won’t stir up trouble.”

“Why?”

Link, ready to press the issue, continued to question.

“Why? Of course it’s because Mitchell is Mitchell, and the Tower of Great Sage Mitchell is the Tower of Great Sage Mitchell,”
Lotson said with a cold laugh, “I was glorious enough in my day, wasn’t I? But still, once I died, the power I created was split internally and absorbed, right?”

“So, what you’re saying is that the Supreme Council can accept the death of Great Sage Mitchell or his defection to the fairy and god civilization, but they can’t tolerate the destruction of the Great Sage Mitchell Tower or it defecting along with Mitchell to the fairy and god civilization?”

Link pondered upon hearing this, tentatively asking.

“Of course.”

Lotson nodded, “It’s okay to throw away your own stuff if it’s not good, but others can’t come and rob it, understand?”

“Mhm.”

Link nodded then sharply changed the topic, “Now, you can explain in detail who is being used as bait and where you’re setting the trap.”

Yet Lotson suddenly straightened his face, adopting a haughty attitude, “I wanted to tell you before you asked, but now that you’ve asked, I don’t feel like saying it.”

As he finished speaking, Lotson even petulantly flipped his hair, crossed his arms over his chest, and turned his face away.

Jasmine, watching this scene, was very surprised.

She had realized that even though it had been only a few months, the thoroughly changed Lotson now acted somewhat madly, but she hadn’t expected him to be so completely mad.

How could a reincarnated saint, who if not arrogant, was supposed to be serious, seem more and more like a mischievous child?

He was even mimicking the coquetry of girls?

It should be noted that in witch culture, most witches only played coy during their apprentice years.

Once they became an official witch or higher, only a few witches would show a tender and shy side in front of their closest people.

No way would it be as blatant as Lotson was now.

However, Jasmine didn’t show her surprise; she kept it to herself.

At most, her eyes looked somewhat unusual.

At this moment, Link said, “If you don’t want to say it, then don’t say it. After all, we’ll find out sooner or later.”

Lotson abruptly straightened his head and glared at Link fiercely, hissing through his teeth, “Okay, you’re steady, you have nerves of steel. Truly worthy to be my cheap big brother Lotson, that’s the spirit.”