Chapter 589: The painting Ranch wanted to show Hubert Leanne.
Chapter 576 – The Painting Ranchy Wanted to Show Hubert Leanne
Six days later.
On the west side of the Demon King City, in the magnificent manor of McCarthy on Leith Island, when the sky was still a deep blue, Ranch started his brand new day.
On the top floor of the public house, his bedroom, an ornately decorated and furnished room, there was nothing but the sound of the waves outside the window and the childish voice of the bedside cat boss ringing out.
“Today is your twenty-eighth day in this Shadow World.”
“The news from the neighboring Bliss Kingdom front and the Prancer Empire is not encouraging.”
“And the only thing you can do as a small Ranch is to play the attraction and fulfill your mission in the Demon World.”
Boss Cat started today’s broadcast again.
“Alright Boss Cat, I got it.”
Ranch lightly pressed Boss Cat’s head and walked on the carpet through this spacious bedroom to the closet against the entrance.
Carefully selecting outfits.
In the end he chose a dark gray Proteus-style suit with a tie embroidered with a silver pattern, perfectly tailored to appear both formal and unassuming.
“Hats off to the legendary sealer Ascension, that’s a nice dark gray coat.”
The mirror reflected Ranch’s face with a slight smirk, determination and desire for today’s goal shining in his eyes.
“Meow, he might not want to be saluted by you.”
Boss Cat hopped up to Ranch’s feet and took a look at him, only to think that Ranch’s glow-demon stance coupled with the Ascension-esque style of dress kinda made him look like a cardinal.
Unfortunately, Ranch was still too far away from being a true Cardinal-level figure.
“He’s fine with it.”
Rancic commented.
“……”
Boss Cat didn’t want to take Rancic’s words.
It only cared once again about the scoreboard for the three of them, poking at it every now and then.
[Popularity: 276→565/1000 (Popular support and cohesion)]
[House of Representatives: 227→176/1000 (Support of the top brass within the Pranate Empire)]]
[Military Strength: 124→182/1000 (Using the Horning Empire as a reference)]
[Finance: 236→323/1000 (Current productivity of the Palladium Empire)]]
[Diplomacy: 115→232/1000 (Diplomatic relations with the Demon World and neighboring countries that have not yet surrendered)]]
[Combined Chance of Victory: 0.0013%]
Boss Cat now stares at it several times a day for fear of it dropping.
Thanks to Ranch’s tireless efforts, the current odds of winning have finally appeared in numbers.
However, it is still far away from 1%, and even this distance makes it feel desperate.
Since Ranch left the Palladium Empire, [people’s hearts] are still rising, and the rate of increase is getting faster and faster.
The [House of Representatives] item is still slowly falling.
Probably because of the extreme success of the diplomacy of the orc city-states, each city-state had enough to add around 20 [Diplomacy].
At the same time, it seems that diplomacy has created a united alliance, resulting in the alliance’s [Military Strength] and [Finance] both getting a boost.
Since Ranchi himself had not yet revealed himself to be a member of the Pallant Empire and the anti-Blood forces in the Magic World, the veins he had gained in the Magic World were not currently accounted for in the [Diplomacy] item.
Twenty-eight days had passed in the Shadow World’s total of forty-five days, a progress that kept Boss Cat on his toes.
Success or failure could be said to be today!
“Ranch Meow, you must save Huubao ah!”
The little black cat admonished.
This royal ceremony today would be about Huberian’s freedom.
In addition to the great demon clans of today’s Demon Realm who would be competing for the royal betrothed, the Marquis Ulises, the 10th Patriarch of the Blood Clan, was going to intervene, wanting to marry the Demon Clan’s only remaining royal family today.
The Grand Ceremony does not require on-the-spot painting, on-the-spot painting time-consuming and play are unpredictable, the Fallen Secretary would like to let the Daemons pick their own favorite occasions to paint, before the Grand Ceremony to finalize the strings can be submitted, the paintings will be submitted to the Royal Palace Regency Hall, the first floor of the sealed gold cabinet, and today’s Grand Ceremony by the fall of the Secretary of her to unlock the seal and impartial, so that the Princess openly select her preferred paintings. Now it can be said that the string sound has been finalized, only waiting for a ceremony on the results of the unveiling of the Grand Ceremony will usher in the end.
When the princess was looking at the painting, she did not know by whom the painting was made.
It was a blind audition.
At that time, the Fallen Secretary would naturally determine to whom the magic on the painting belonged, as well as the time when the painting would be completed based on the nature of the magic.
“Don’t worry, I’m painting with all my might this time.”
Ranchi picked up the little black cat on the ground and said to it assuredly.
“Meow.”
The cat boss knew that Ranch had spent most of the week, except for the necessary meetings with the powers that be in the demon world, locking himself in his room.
But it hadn’t seen Ranch draw anything specific.
After the painting was finished, he sealed it and, with the help and guidance of a minister with whom he had a close personal relationship, sent it directly into the sealed gold cabinet located in the Regency Hall on the first floor of the palace.
According to him, he wanted Huberian to be the first to see it.
Although the cat boss had seen Ranqi’s paintings, but it hadn’t been carefully appraised in the north continent that time before it was carried away by Ranqi, and it didn’t dare to appraise it at all in the south continent before it ran away, and this time, it wanted to take a good look at what grade of artwork Ranqi had created.
If it is a work of art, it is full of confidence in Ranqi’s evil boy, such a short period of time, as long as the Daimons and the Tenth Patriarch do not create a sacred level of artwork, it believes that Ranqi is a sure win!
One person and one cat walked downstairs, in the large dining room, the breakfast of McCarthy’s Palace Restaurant was ready.
Rancic took a seat at the floor-to-ceiling glass-side table and contemplated the upcoming schedule, his gaze occasionally peering through the window at the deep purple sky of the eclipse and the dimly lit sea.
Today, due to the visit of the Blood Patriarch, the Demon King’s city of Nekalis had likewise opened its knotted canopy.
Of course, the main venue for the royal ceremony took place in the Nekalis Royal Palace, and for the Blood Clan, even during the daytime, there was no difference in a sturdy indoor room, not to mention the Demon King’s Palace with its protective boundary.
It didn’t take long for Ranch to finish his breakfast, he set down his cutlery, wiped the corners of his mouth with a square napkin, straightened his tie again, and stood up to take the coat that the butler handed him.
Before dawn broke outside the window, the course of the sun had been obscured by the blood moon, and the light on the eastern horizon became hazy, and the whole of the Demon King’s City seemed to be plunged into twilight.
Just as Ranch walked to the door of the palace lobby and was about to push it open to leave, he heard a small footstep behind him and Ranch turned back.
Only to see Sigré, who was still wearing a nightcap and had sleepy eyes, running over and wanting to see him off.
“Rocky, have a safe trip.”
She rubbed her eyes while shaking her little hand.
Sigré had already turned into a Demon with a card-like mysterious magic prop that Ranch had given her.
It looked like a pure wolf demon.
“Trouble you to help watch the house.”
Ranch said to her.
Sigré was silent for a moment.
“I feel that today is very dangerous …… There are two terrible bloods coming to the capital of the Magic Kingdom …… You have to be careful.”
Sigré’s sleepiness gradually dissipated, and her eyes clearly became a little uncomfortable and worried, and despite not wanting to wrinkle Ranch’s ironed jacket, she gently gripped the corner of his coat.
Cunning Bloods often don’t make it as simple as a mere visit.
They had infinitely ample capital to gamble with, to fill their pride and desire that could never be satisfied.
She remembered, the last time, an uneventful and restful day, that this was how she had sent her father off early in the morning, expecting him to come back early, to bring her back gifts, to play with her, to read her stories.
And that was the last time she saw her father.
“I know, thank you.”
Ranch said as he knelt down and gazed at her.
“Come back early.”
She nodded.
Ranch smiled at her, waved goodbye to her, and walked out of the public house.
There’s one more chapter left to finish, try to get it by twelve
(End of chapter)