Chapter Sixty-Five: Giving Birth to Monkeys, Giving Birth to Durian

Hearing Daniel’s words, Lilith felt a wave of relief wash over her. With so many people working together against one person, the outcome was surely obvious. And today, Daniel himself would be taking part—his skills were on par with that person’s. She wondered why she’d felt so anxious before.

Today, the new generation of Foxes had gathered in full force. Daniel, the outsider, understood the weaknesses of the Magic Mirror Curse better than anyone. Under his direction, the gentlemen’s sorcery was bound to be extraordinary.

He was doomed.

With Daniel’s confident smile and their companions surrounding her, Lilith gradually recovered her sense of security and self-assurance. She settled herself in the center of the sofa, surrounded by admirers, smiling sweetly as she pondered how she would deal with that fellow soon.

An IOU? As if simply reclaiming a debt note would settle this matter!

When that damned little wizard came begging for mercy, she would make him lick her toes in front of everyone!

At this thought, Lilith wiggled her high-heeled shoe, then, amused and curious, asked the gentlemen around her, “What’s the plan for today’s show?”

Daniel glanced at those around him, placed a hand to his chest in a slight salute to Lilith on the sofa, and said, “In a moment, I’ll make a monkey sprout from his backside.”

Another gentleman winked and laughed, “I’ll be conjuring a shot put.”

“I’ll make a cat.”

“Not to boast, but I’ll be bringing forth a durian,” the burly, pockmarked Fox wizard said proudly.

Everyone gasped in amazement. No wonder they were the outstanding wizards of the new generation—their magic was powerful and imaginative. The ladies, hearing the gentlemen’s boasts, couldn’t help but cover their mouths and giggle.

Even a passerby at the door couldn’t resist applauding.

“Foxes really do have the best imagination.”

“Boss, boss! It’s them! They’re the ones who hit me on the back of the head at noon!”

Snatches of voices drifted in from the doorway, breaking the harmony of the lounge. The hall gradually fell silent as the Foxes frowned and looked over, curious which fool would dare cause trouble at a time like this.

After all, the most outstanding prodigies of Fox’s new generation were all here today.

But when they saw who was approaching, they exchanged knowing smiles. Many Foxes looked on with amused eyes.

His arrival was expected—if he didn’t come to beg for mercy, he’d be the one giving birth to monkeys soon.

It seemed, however, that the curses and spells on him had been cleverly delayed somehow. But with so many curses... was he planning to give birth to monkeys in public? And he’d even brought a group of Yordles to back him up? Ha, was this an alliance of the aggrieved? He’d be lucky to get away with just kneeling and weeping today—negotiation was out of the question.

Many Foxes pretended not to see him, continuing their cheerful banter. The room grew lively again, and as Louis strolled in, several burly Foxes near Lilith’s sofa deliberately moved closer to him, glaring menacingly.

Yet, for some reason, when Lilith saw Louis’s smiling face, her mind went blank and a flicker of unease touched her heart. She couldn’t help but clutch Daniel’s sleeve.

Daniel smiled faintly, bent down, patted her delicate hand, and, without even glancing at the door, said, “The show is about to begin.”

‘That’s right, what am I afraid of! He should be the one scared now!’

Shame and anger surged in Lilith’s heart. Noting the sidelong glances from the Foxes, she knew everyone was waiting for her to speak. She purposefully kicked off a shoe, then shot a light glance at Zinnia.

Zinnia tossed a blanket at Lilith’s feet, glanced at the little wizard, and said with a smile, “Crawl over here.”

The hall erupted in laughter. Lilith wiggled her toes, then pretended not to notice Louis at the door, chatting with her companions instead.

But after a long while with no movement, she looked up and saw the little wizard hadn’t come over at all. Instead, he had gone to the stone table where the champagne was set out.

Louis, still smiling, glanced at the crowd and began pulling out porcelain dolls from inside his coat, stacking them on the table.

Two, three, four... thirty-six, thirty-seven... he lined them up in a row.

At that moment, Lilith and her five companions watched this all-too-familiar scene as if witnessing a nightmare. Their minds reeled and then burned with fury.

He was humiliating them on purpose!

Facing death, and he still dared to mock them!

Most of the Foxes hadn’t witnessed the events of the morning and didn’t understand the significance of this. They looked at Louis as if he were a fool—maybe he’d managed to seal the curses and spells cast on him within these voodoo dolls for now.

So he’d brought them to ask for help lifting the curses? Otherwise, if the dolls broke, he’d be done for.

But Foxes had never seen anyone use porcelain dolls as voodoo dolls—what an idiot! One drop and they’d shatter.

Moreover, these dolls looked like the kind some girls owned. Such dolls had two traits: they were expensive and useless, meant for rich girls—like Osicleis and Helen, those wealthy witches who loved collecting “White Jade Garden” voodoo dolls.

So these dolls were just ornaments.

Why display them here? Was he admitting he lived off women?

Or was he challenging them to a public duel with his collection of dolls?

Was he a fool? Using such “ornaments” for a duel? And leaving them on the table? Wouldn’t they shatter in an instant?

This bookworm clearly had never been in a fight.

A few Fox girls, seeing how seriously the little wizard was arranging the dolls, couldn’t help but avert their heads and burst out laughing.

“Mr. Louis, what brings you here?” Daniel feigned surprise, asking what he already knew. The surrounding Foxes burst into laughter.

“Just passing through, nothing better to do.” Louis placed the last porcelain doll on the table, looked up with a smile, and said, “And to give our academy’s repeaters a lesson.”

Seeing a few Fox wizards pick up the dolls, the leader—a tall, burly, pockmarked fellow—looked at him with a strange expression. Louis smiled and said, “Be careful not to break them, these are for today’s lesson—they’re expensive and very fragile.”

“A lesson?” The Fox ruffians exchanged glances and suddenly grinned. “Oh~”

And then, “accidentally,” one of them dropped an expensive doll to the floor. With a crash, it shattered.

“Come on, let’s all have a good lesson~”

“Yes! Let’s see you teach us!”

The Fox ruffians jeered, grinning wickedly as they smashed the dolls one by one.

In an instant, all the previously jovial Fox gentlemen in the hall turned ashen, eyes glazed, and stuck their backsides in the air.

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