"Let's go inside to talk," Old Rothschild looked at Peter, then at Asher.
With Old Rothschild's familiarity with Asher, he could see that Asher had a rather good impression of this pair of Ace beast tamers.
'And Peter, being a Ace beast tamer, his attitude towards Asher...'
Old Rothschild hesitated for a moment.
He was already up there in age.
Old Rothschild considered himself quite skilled at reading people.
For example, with Asher.
Very extraordinary.
Or with other people, Old Rothschild could more or less see through their nature.
Like Clyde, Old Rothschild's feelings towards him were just average.
Could get along.
No need to grow too close.
But this Peter... Old Rothschild hesitated for quite a while, yet still couldn't make anything of it.
The doubt in Old Rothschild's heart was so thick it could almost pile into a mountain.
'I can't see through him.'
Asher, who had no idea what Old Rothschild was thinking, if he knew his thoughts, Asher would probably say: 'Don't try to guess, middle schooler brains are full of surprises, you'll never figure them out.'
Clyde nodded along with Old Rothschild's suggestion, "Indeed, this isn't the place to talk. Let's head in first."
As he spoke, Old Rothschild retrieved the Jargon Dragon King back into the spiritual sea beast space.
The group walked side-by-side into the house.
There was no one else here.
Just Peter and Clyde, Old Rothschild and Asher, four men.
After sitting down, Clyde poured a cup of tea for both Old Rothschild and Asher, pushing them toward the two.
Asher hadn't even taken a sip yet.
"This stuff tastes bad. You youngsters definitely won't like this flavor," Peter said carelessly. While speaking, he reached behind the sofa into some unknown corner and pulled out a bottle of Loser's Happy Water, handing it right to Asher in front of everyone.
"Here! Drink this!"
"You'll definitely like it," Peter finished and placed the cola in front of Asher.
He then grabbed another bottle for himself and, with a "crack," happily began drinking.
Clyde: "…"
Asher: "Ahem!"
Asher couldn't help but laugh, glancing over at Clyde's expression.
Just… how to say this?
Asher thought of the last time Peter interacted with Madam Henrietta. The two didn't seem to have a very good relationship.
Then looked at the Clyde before him...
Asher had to say.
Truly, some people see enemies all around the world, not without reason.
It's like they're born with a few screws loose.
But Asher's impression of Peter was actually quite good.
"Thank you, Mr. Peter," Asher smiled and opened the cola pull-tab.
With a crisp "crack," the sound of fizzing bubbles rose.
It gave off that unmistakable summer vibe.
Asher took a sip of cola, set it down, then took a sip of tea not long after.
Both drinkable.
No big issue.
Old Rothschild watched the interaction between Peter and Asher.
For some reason, he had this inexplicable feeling that the two of them were probably the same age.
Or maybe Asher should even be a bit older than Peter.
And not this… Peter looking older than Asher, but in reality, not even having half of Asher's mental age.
"Ahem!", Old Rothschild coughed twice, feeling like he couldn't watch any longer, so he proactively steered the topic back on track.
"Let's talk about the current situation with that Tier 9 Golden Silkworm."
"You two Aces, have you noticed anything unusual?"
Old Rothschild looked respectfully at Clyde and Peter.
Although in terms of age, Old Rothschild was indeed older.
But in terms of strength and status, seniority comes from capability, so it was proper for Old Rothschild to respect the two Ace beast tamers.
However, neither Clyde nor Peter were the type to put on airs.
At most, their personalities were a bit more self-centered.
Upon mention of the Tier 9 Golden Silkworm, Clyde's brow furrowed slightly, "No movement for now, but…"
"What do you mean no movement?", Unlike Clyde, Peter immediately began cursing upon hearing this question.
"Laying eggs like crazy is called no movement?"
"Most of the other warm-blooded beasts on the outskirts of Branlow City's Forbidden Zone are nearly all hunted down."
"All captured for egg-laying," Once Peter started talking, he couldn't stop.
By the time Clyde realized and tried to stop him, it was already too late.
Peter continued to grumble, "If there were a way to deal with that egg-laying, I would've stormed in and killed that Golden Silkworm already."
"That thing is just too much trouble! Gets close and you'll trigger trypophobia!"
Saying this, Peter turned to look at Asher, "Do you know how terrifying its egg-laying is?"
Asher shook his head.
He really didn't know.
"I'm telling you, we used aerial equipment to film the inside before, and the footage that came back, it was…", Peter spoke while frowning tightly, his whole face scrunching up.
Asher glanced over.
Clyde's expression wasn't much better.
Clearly, that previous scene had left a deep impression on them.
"Made my scalp tingle," Peter described simply with four words.
"If you ask me, I think the outskirts of Branlow City's Forbidden Zone has completely turned into an insect nest," Peter said while rubbing his arms from goosebumps raised by the thought.
"Anyway… you're sure your pet beast can handle this situation?"
After all that, this was the question Peter cared most about.
They first had to counter eggs, only then could they truly eliminate those Golden Silkworms.
Otherwise, at the current pace...
Clyde sighed, "Compared to the capabilities of a Tier 9 Golden Silkworm, this commotion really isn't much. Just a bit of minor disturbance."
He looked to Peter as he spoke, "You know that too, right?"
"As a Tier 9 beast, the Golden Silkworm has a certain level of foresight about its own situation. It definitely already senses that the two of us are here."
"That's exactly why it hasn't launched an attack on Branlow City yet."
Otherwise, could a Tier 9 beast really ignore a city right in front of its eyes?
The nature of a Golden Silkworm wouldn't allow that.
Peter revealed a frustrated expression, "But the Golden Silkworm's pulling this crap right under our noses…"
He trailed off.
Peter's tone still full of irritation.
Like he couldn't wait to charge in and wipe out all the Golden Silkworms.
"You think I don't want to either?", Clyde sighed.
As if he was the one who didn't want to act.
It's just...
Clyde quietly straightened his posture.
'Hmm! Bugs or not, I am not afraid! Absolutely!'
Clyde looked toward Asher and gave him a slightly apologetic smile, "Originally, we planned to wait for you to rest a bit, Professor Asher, before asking. But now…"
'Since Peter already brought it up, continuing to beat around the bush wasn't a good look either.'
'Might as well lay it out plainly.'
"No problem," Asher shook his head without the slightest concern, "I came here exactly for this matter."
"It was also me who suggested we had a way to counter the Golden Silkworms."
Asher said frankly, "I can say with certainty that my pet, Little Raven's flame, can completely counter those eggs."
"But I can't prove it before an actual fight."
"So…"
Asher still meant the same.
No battle, no proof of Little Raven's ability.
But to fight, they needed Peter and Clyde to be willing to trust him.
Chicken or egg, here we go again.
"Then what's there to talk about," Peter didn't feel there was any problem with Asher's statement.
Is there a problem?
What problem?
Absolutely none.
"Fight!", Peter waved a hand boldly, his voice full of passionate energy.
"We must fight!"
"If you hadn't come, I was about to lose it already!"
"We're talking about bugs! Swarms of bugs!", Peter's face was full of disgust.
Looking like he was ready to charge toward Branlow City's Forbidden Zone at any second.
Asher: "…"
'Very good.'
'As expected of Mr. Peter.'
Really doesn't do anything to change the stereotype he already had of him.
"Right! The responsibility of protecting you this time is mine again," Peter suddenly turned to look at Asher, saying something he would normally never say.
Old Rothschild, who had some understanding of Peter, and Clyde, who understood him well: "?"
Both of them looked at Peter with stunned expressions at the same time.
"For real?"
"Are you still the Peter I know?"
"Pretending, right?"
"Peter could never say something like that!"
Old Rothschild and Clyde spoke one after the other, their coordination so smooth, it was like they'd rehearsed it.
After speaking, they glanced at each other and found a shared understanding in their eyes.
'Hmm, this Peter must be fake!'
'And whoever's impersonating him clearly isn't familiar with Peter's character script.'
Peter: "…"
The veins on Peter's forehead twitched violently.
"Damn it!"
"What do you two bastards mean by that?"
Peter shouted, "How could anyone impersonate me! You're talking nonsense!"
Peter was so mad.
He was just short of rolling up his sleeves and fighting Clyde right there to prove his identity.
Asher's mouth twitched twice.
'No joke.'
'You alliance Aces really do have lively personalities.'
Annoyed, Peter shouted, "So what if I want to act!"
"Last time I didn't protect someone well, this time I definitely will!"
"Let that guy keep laughing at me!"
After saying that, Peter fell silent.
Clyde and Old Rothschild also went silent.
Asher: 'Ahem!'
'Got it.'
Asher instantly understood what was going on.
Elementary schooler mentality.
Last time in the Forbidden Zone of Red Soil City, Peter had been responsible for protecting Asher, but ended up letting Asher disappear right before his eyes.
He must've felt really embarrassed.
So now he was determined to do better. To protect Asher well.
Absolutely no problem this time. As for the one who would laugh at Peter over last time... Asher's expression turned complex again.
'Some things must be said again, you alliance Aces sure have lively personalities.'
"Ahem!", Peter coughed twice, deciding to skip over this topic himself.
'Keep talking and things will get out of hand.'
"Since the decision's made, we can start preparing to move."
"That Tier 9 Golden Silkworm and its swarm, it's better to eliminate them as soon as possible."
"Who knows how far they could grow if we gave them more time!"
Gotta say, Peter picked a really good topic.
Clyde, Old Rothschild, and Asher all nodded.
"Sounds reasonable. I'll contact the Branlow City Beast Tamer Alliance now, have them prepare full alert. The protective barrier will also be activated to prevent any mishaps," Clyde put away his smile and said with a serious expression.
No one had any objections to this.
It was the right thing to do.
The group immediately headed to the Branlow City Beast Tamer Alliance and informed them of the news.
President Vance of the Branlow City Beast Tamer Alliance looked rather conflicted upon hearing it.
"Do we really have to activate the city shield?", He spoke with hesitation.
City Shield, as the name implies, in Asher's opinion, it was like a sect-protecting array in xianxia novels.
Once activated, it could protect the whole city.
But the shield was also quite fragile...
When facing a beast tide or the attack of a Tier 9 beast, it can hold out for at most a dozen minutes, the longest no more than half an hour. Yet it comes with an extremely high and expensive cost.
If something goes wrong with the shield... even President Vance's little heart has already started phantom aching in advance.
Even the city's entire year of tax revenue poured into it probably wouldn't be enough.
President Vance tried to negotiate again.
"This is not a negotiation with you, this is a notice, understand?", Peter glanced at President Vance and said bluntly.
President Vance's expression was a bit stiff.
Clyde could understand the chairman's thoughts. It's not exactly wrong. But many times, it's like this, some things require making a choice.
"President Vance, compared with the safety of Branlow City residents, a city shield doesn't count as much, right?", Clyde said softly.
"The danger of the Golden Silkworms, President Vance surely knows in his heart too."
"Even we can't say for sure that we won't get infected by the Golden Silkworms, let alone the city."
"Once the fight starts, it'll be very difficult for us to take care of the city walls."
Appealing to emotion and reason.
President Vance's face suddenly turned pale.
Just lightly imagining the consequences the Golden Silkworms might cause... President Vance broke out in goosebumps all over his body, "Alright alright alright!"
"I'll get on it right now!"
Not another word. Arranged immediately.
Peter looked at President Vance, who hurried off to make arrangements, and let out a cold snort, "Hmph!"
"You just love playing the good guy," As he spoke, Peter glanced at Clyde.
Clyde wasn't provoked by Peter's little move.
Even less would he get angry because of it.
Get angry over a few chuunibyou lines?
Clyde said he would look down on himself if he did.
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