Chapter 132 A Wonderful Moment

The streets after the rain were like a ground paved with broken mirrors, with the sky and street scenes reflected in the puddles.

After Sirian changed his clothes, Meifuni dragged him to the party venue, not giving him a chance to go back to sleep.

“The party is in the afternoon, but we still need to go early to prepare.”

She said so.

“I say, Miss, do you really like parties that much?!”

Sirian complained.

Meifuni had some interest in the story of Reverse Falcon, but what attracted her more was the party itself.

She never refused any party, let alone missed one.

After learning about this from Elton, Meifuni eagerly participated, stating that she could choose the venue for the party and provide a series of drinks and delicacies.

Elton initially wanted to politely decline, but considering Meifuni’s care for him in the past, and her genuine love for lively atmospheres, he agreed.

“Dailin and Anya will also attend, but they will arrive later. As for the others, they are basically all my audience. I’ll introduce them to you one by one then.”

Sirian’s assertive education was very effective; Elton at least didn’t stammer as much when speaking.

Water vapor condensed into low-lying clouds above Heer City, and soon, due to the Beacon Lighthouse’s cooling and heat dissipation, cold rain began to drizzle down.

“So annoying.”

Meifuni complained as she dodged under a nearby eaves, avoiding the rain from wetting her hem.

Sirian sighed, skillfully took out a folding umbrella from his bag, and held it over Meifuni’s head.

It had to be admitted that, under Meifuni’s training, Sirian had become a professional personal butler.

The rain was light but unusually cold, stinging his face like needles. It collided with the heat released by the Beacon Lighthouse, forming a denser, humid fog that enveloped the entire Beacon Lighthouse in a chaotic haze.

Slowly, this haze swallowed the inner city, then spread towards the outer city, falling onto the streets. Visibility rapidly decreased; distant buildings were only blurry silhouettes, while nearby pedestrians moved like ghosts in the fog, heard but not seen.

Heer City still operated tirelessly; the roar of machinery, the exhaust of pipes, and the distant sound of sirens intertwined, spreading farther in the fog with a muffled echo.

“Ah! This is truly detestable!”

Meifuni complained loudly, pulling her fog-dampened cloak tighter.

Sirian laughed heartily; he never missed an opportunity to mock Meifuni.

After walking for a while, Meifuni led the two to the venue for tonight’s party. As Sirian expected, it was Ink House again.

“Oh, you all arrived so early.”

Martin warmly waved to them. He was not only the bartender here but also the owner.

“The venue has been cleared. If you need anything else prepared or arranged, just ring the bell and call me.”

After speaking, Martin disappeared from their sight, giving them their private space.

Warm yellow string lights were intertwined above the bar, nut dishes piled into shallow hills on the wooden tables, and an old record player quietly whirred in the corner. Blues melodies mixed with the scent of whiskey, and though no alcohol was present, a tipsy warmth brewed in the air.

Sirian sat on a high stool, tapped the service bell, and Martin, who had just disappeared, quickly emerged from the shadows.

“What do you need?”

“Just get me something to eat, anything.”

Sirian clutched his stomach. Meifuni had come too quickly; not only had he missed his morning nap, but he hadn’t even eaten.

“Oh, I’ll have a portion too.”

Meifuni sat beside Sirian, raising her hand like a student.

Within a few minutes, Martin brought two steaming hot meals.

One was Sirian’s fries, chicken nuggets, and fried chicken drumsticks; he was very fond of such crispy fried foods. Meifuni’s portion was fried eggs, salad, and a sandwich.

The young lady had recently gained a little weight and was trying to maintain her figure, though Sirian thought her figure was already perfect.

“One question, Meifuni.”

Sirian wiped off the last bit of ketchup with a fry. “Is Ink House owned by your Luo Fu Family?”

“No, why?”

Meifuni chewed on a vegetable leaf, answering without thinking.

Sirian didn’t press further. “Nothing, I just noticed you really like this place and feel very secure here.”

“It’s very safe here.”

Meifuni said in an extremely serious tone, “It’s extremely safe here.”

“Why?”

Sirian heard her implied meaning and retorted, “It’s just an ordinary club.”

“Is it really that simple?”

Meifuni chuckled, piquing Sirian’s curiosity.

This tactic was too common, Sirian said unceremoniously.

“If you don’t want to say, then don’t.”

“Oh, what’s wrong with you? Can’t you just ask a bit more?”

Sirian shook his head. “No, it would make it seem like I’m coercing you.”

Meifuni remained silent, her face turning red.

Her emotions were like a gradually boiling kettle, and just as it was about to explode, Sirian timely adjusted the temperature.

“Then… please, Miss Lof, tell me the secret of Ink House.”

Meifuni’s complexion visibly returned to normal. She took a deep breath, then suddenly smiled.

“No.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not going to say.”

Meifuni said, certain of victory, “I’m not stupid. That trick only works once; you think it’ll work twice?”

During their time together, the two had engaged in plenty of scheming, and Meifuni had long figured out most of Sirian’s tricks.

This time, it was Sirian’s face that turned red. Meifuni skillfully adjusted the temperature.

“I can’t tell you much, only that… this place is related to my destiny.”

“Destiny?”

Sirian blinked, then belatedly realized, “Oh, I almost forgot, you’re a Transcendent too.”

“What! What offensive things are you saying!”

Meifuni picked up a fork, ready to teach Sirian a lesson.

This couldn’t be blamed on Sirian. Meifuni had worked at the City Guard Bureau for so long, always in an administrative role, and never on the front lines. In her daily life, there were no scenarios for using Source Energy.

Over time, everyone gradually forgot the fact that Meifuni was a Transcendent, leaving only the shining Lof surname.

It was at this moment that Sirian belatedly, suddenly, and clearly realized.

So Meifuni was still a Transcendent.

“Which destiny are you? I’ve never really heard you talk about it.”

“Three Sages, or Six Titans?”

“Oh… could it be a lost destiny?”

Sirian clung to Meifuni, chattering endlessly.

Meifuni looked smug. Before, she was always the one guessing endlessly about Sirian; finally, it was his turn to guess about her.

“I won’t tell you.”

Meifuni reminded him, “Don’t forget, you haven’t gathered all your vehicles yet.”

Sirian’s arrogant momentum was instantly doused, and he earnestly reflected.

“I got carried away.”

“That’s more like it.”

Clearly, Meifuni won this round.

Footsteps approached from outside, and Anya and Dailin appeared one after another.

“Why are you two together again?” Meifuni questioned. “Don’t tell me… you’re already living together?”

With the truth exposed, Dailin’s expression immediately became awkward, while Anya remained calm and changed the subject.

“What kind of party have you prepared this time?”

“Not me. I’m just providing the venue. You’ll have to ask Elton for the details.”

Meifuni looked around. “Hey! Where’s Elton?”

After some searching, everyone found Elton in a corner. He was holding a stack of pre-written manuscripts, repeatedly reciting their contents.

Sirian listened from afar; it seemed to be about the story of Reverse Falcon and some opening remarks.

Elton was indeed not good at socializing, but this was a good start.

Time passed, and guests gradually arrived. They were all there for the party, slowly filling the empty bar.

Elton introduced Sirian and the others to each other. At first, he spoke with great difficulty, almost as if reciting from a script, but soon, he got used to the situation and began to chat animatedly with everyone.

“Elton is doing better than I expected,” Sirian commented. “I thought he wouldn’t be able to say a word in front of a crowd.”

Dailin defended Elton, “When hosting the radio, Elton just talked to thin air, but now, he has to face real people, so it’s natural for him to be nervous.”

“But he looks pretty good now, much more charming than when he worked at the City Guard Bureau.”

Anya swirled her drink, praising, “Others will be very surprised to see Elton like this.”

“Mhm mhm mhm.”

Meifuni munched on a cookie, making a muffled sound of affirmation.

Cheerful voices rang out as a woman pushed open the door and entered.

“Oh! Everyone, you’ve arrived so early!”

Immediately after, her male companion followed her in. Compared to the woman’s flamboyance, he was clearly much more modest, apologizing profusely.

“Sorry, everyone, the party was supposed to be held in the evening, but with what we went through a while ago… we’re somewhat afraid of the night, so we had to move it to the afternoon.”

“It’s alright, Paul,” someone comforted. “Now, quickly tell us what happened!”

“Yeah, everyone’s been looking forward to it for a long time!”

The crowd grew noisy, laughing endlessly.

Sirian looked at the last man and woman to arrive. Seeing them again, he felt a certain sense of emotion.

Meifuni noticed Sirian’s gaze and asked curiously.

“Do you know them?”

Sirian shook his head, then nodded. “Just met them once.”

“Then why are you staring at that woman… Wow, Sirian, don’t tell me!”

Having spent a lot of time with Sirian, Meifuni had somewhat picked up his neurotic tendencies.

She said heartbreakingly, “She has a boyfriend! You can’t do such a thing!”

“Shut up!”

Sirian pinched Meifuni’s lips