inspire-indiana Chapter 86 Emilia
Chapter 86 Emilia
"Fate?" Jiang Lin chuckled. "Isn't every encounter with anyone in the world fate?"
"Whether you encounter me or someone else, isn't it all an irresistible fate?"
"Or rather, the birth of an individual human being is itself a matter of destiny."
Jiang Lin's voice sounded unusually harsh to Ji Xingyi.
After a moment of silence, Ji Xingyi helplessly rubbed Jiang Lin's head and said, "Sometimes I really think you're too rational."
It's like being consciously and restrainedly wallowing in depravity.
Theoretically, given Emilia's poor performance, no one should have chosen her, but Jiang Lin still waited an hour before seeing Emilia.
The freckled girl's room was cozy, but there was no bed. In the center of the room was a small red tent, like Santa's hat, surrounded by plush toys.
Emilia poked her little head out and winked her big eyes at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin walked to the front of the tent, sat down, and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, my name is Jiang Lin."
Emilia hugged the blanket tightly; she wasn't good at communicating with strangers, and her body instinctively tensed up.
"Hello." Emilia mustered her courage and touched Jiang Lin's hand, but the moment her fingertips touched the young man's palm, Emilia felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her whole body trembled violently.
Jiang Lin immediately reached out his hand, but was startled to be grabbed by that trembling little hand, which had a strength that this weak body should not have at all!
Then the girl suddenly raised her swan-like neck, and her body went from violent shaking to convulsions in a few seconds.
Her eyes rolled back, all her muscles contracted involuntarily, her limbs stiffened, and her mouth opened wide as if she were enduring some extremely powerful force, emitting a deep, primal roar like a man's.
Mixed in with the roars were also strange, intermittent sounds.
“Uh uh uh uh... hoвыn mnp (Russian)... uh uh... ???? (Arabic)... uh uh ah ah ah…”
As these syllables were uttered, a large amount of white foam began to overflow from the corners of Emilia's mouth!
She tried desperately to twist her neck back, but it seemed as if some force was controlling her body. Until black blood flowed from her nostrils, the freckled girl finally managed to utter that word to Jiang Lin with difficulty:
“kataσkeu? (Greek)…”
Jiang Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and the next second he forcefully separated his hand from the girl's.
After their connection was severed, Emilia collapsed into the tent like a motor that had been unplugged, instantly stopping its rotation.
Two or three minutes later, the freckled girl finally recovered, feeling completely weak as if she had been pulled out of the water.
"I...I just...what happened?" Emilia seemed to have lost this memory, asking the young man with a blank and painful look in her eyes.
Jiang Lin stared expressionlessly at the girl who was gradually regaining her senses, and replied, "tы 6oлeh. (Russian: You are sick.)"
(The system only translates the main language; specific minority languages used by players and NPCs are not translated.)
"What did you say?" Emilia asked, looking confused. "I don't understand."
Jiang Lin smiled and said, "I said, you're sick."
"I see, thank you." Emilia was as pure as a transparent bead, and even in her physical condition, she still managed a smile. "My name is Emilia, and I am a medium. However, I am very weak and may not be able to help you much."
Jiang Lin picked up the blanket from the side and gently covered Emilia with it: "You don't need to help me with anything, just rest well."
The freckled girl smiled sincerely: "Thank you, Jiang Lin."
"Besides me, have you seen any other observers?" With one minute left, Jiang Lin asked his last question.
Emilia: "Um... there's also a gentleman named Shen Qu."
"Okay." Jiang Lin slowly stood up and then disappeared from Emilia's sight.
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hoвыn mnp (Russian: New World)
Arabic: [God]
kataσkeu? (Greek: [to manufacture])
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Back in his room, Jiang Lin felt the weight of his landing and was startled by a scream behind him.
After the scream, there was a loud bang, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Jiang Lin turned her head and saw the boy in the beige bear hoodie fall backward onto the ground, chair and all. Jiang Lin looked at Ji Xingyi in confusion.
The boy's name was Mi Lan. There were 10 teams participating in this instance, so alliances were inevitable. During the competition, Mi Lan and Jiang Lin exchanged glances. He had a good first impression of Jiang Lin, so when his team came out to negotiate with other teams, Mi Lan thought of Jiang Lin first.
"He said he was willing to wait for you, so I let him sit there," Ji Xingyi explained simply. He didn't let Mi Lan sit on the bed; he specifically found a chair for her.
Jiang Lin appeared right in front of Mi Lan, startling the boy so much that he fell flat on his face.
"I'm sorry." Mi Lan rubbed her arm as she got up from the ground, her face as red as an apple. Her inner monologue was: This is so embarrassing, sob sob sob.
"Mi Lan?" Jiang Lin smiled and extended her hand to the boy. "I should be the one apologizing to you. I scared you."
Mi Lan quickly shook hands, looking flattered: "No, no, no, I, on behalf of our Orange Team, hope to cooperate with your Blue Team."
Jiang Lin helped Mi Lan sit down again, asking, "How would you like to cooperate?"
"This is the first time we've met. I know we don't know each other well and may not be able to fully trust each other, so I'd like to take it one step at a time, is that okay?"
Mi Lan's hair is black, but a light shade, giving the impression of being slightly malnourished. It's neither too long nor too short, just the right hairstyle for a manga character. Her voice is soft and gentle. She sits obediently in the chair, as soft and fluffy as a little rice ball.
Despite being a boy, he didn't come across as pretentious at all. His right hand rested on his left, and his fingers were unconsciously digging into the back of his other hand with his nails.
"You don't need to be so nervous, we're not going to eat you." Ji Xing smiled. The boy looked like a little hamster, thin and small, and easily became nervous.
Jiang Lin glanced at Ji Xingyi and then smiled, "Okay, I agree. How exactly do we do it? Do you have a plan?"
“Well… I think we can exchange information on one of the psychics first.” Mi Lan held up her index finger: “Our team has selected three: Gudura, Liu Zhen, and Aunt Martha.”
The "Aunt Masha" that Mi Lan mentioned is a spiritual medium from country D.
At 70 years old, she was still dressed elegantly and slenderly. When she appeared, she wore a black suit dress, had short, silver-white hair that reached her shoulders, and wore 10-centimeter dark red patent leather high heels. If you didn't know better, you would think it was an elderly fashion show.
"You have a good eye!" Jiang Lin praised. The results of the first round of auditions were actually unexpected for most players. The "Auntie Martha" that Mi Lan had mentioned actually won the first round!
Jiang Lin: "We'll choose Masa. Gudura and Liu Zhen overlap with you. Emilia and Michelle, you can choose one."
“Then let’s go with Emilia.” Mi Lan nodded. Emilia’s ranking was also very high, so exchanging her information for Martha’s information wasn’t a bad deal.