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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 358.

Chapter 358.

    Chapter 358.


    <strong>Chapter 358. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (10/10)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Lea’s body rxed in my arms, only then did I finally open my mouth and ask, “You done crying?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm.” She nodded with her face against my chest avoiding raising her head up to look at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, that will be $1 now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re… a jerk.” She still didn’t look at me, but she stuck her hand into her pocket and stuffed a dor into my hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for your business.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I love you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhh! What the hell are you saying that for? It hurts like hell!” A third bloody heart had appeared on the back of my left hand. This one was on the left with the point touching the other two. One more and it’d be a circle of hearts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s what you get for charging me for a hug.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, you better not be telling me you actually fell for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fell for you? Absolutely not. I only said, ‘I love you,’-


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhh! Bitch, you did this one on purpose as well, didn’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ehem… so you’d suffer a tiny fraction of the pain I was feeling when crying.” Shepleted her sentence awkwardly after clearing her throat before she rified, “That time… it was an ident.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bullshit, I don’t buy it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, the asymmetry was bugging me a bit. Don’t you think it’s better to make it symmetric?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you dare say that phrase again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I love y-? Oww ow ow ow! It hurtsh let gwo! I wash kidding, jush kidding!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pinched her hard on the cheek to stop her from finishing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of all things you could have picked, why the hell did you pick those three words for the phrase?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I figured it wasn’t a line I’d say by ident. Plus… I doubted you’d expect that would be the phrase. I was trying to expose you as a fake… but it really did prove what you were saying about being a devil.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, and since I’ve proved it, you should be able to trust me now, right? If I betray you, I will die.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You… really willingly became the hostage?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, so there shouldn’t be any problems with you going through with my n, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… yeah. I’ll… cooperate.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, now, what was the condition you set in the contract?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… you don’t know despite being a devil?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I don’t. You wrote it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you have some sort of ability to magically know though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Unless I’ve got a spare eye detached from my body flying around, there’s no way I’d know it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t have a third eye? But you’re a devil though, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you have some sort of cool ability?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Cool ability? None. There is literally none. What you’ve seen is what you get.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the heck? But you’re a devil. A super evil being that should be able to shootsers out of your eyes and spit out fireballs from your mouth.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve been fed too much devil propaganda. Devils aren’t anything that great.” At least… I think so. I’d rather not run into a devil that could really shootsers from their eyes or spit out fireballs from their mouths.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What, then the part about me no longer aging was a lie after all?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… that part, I believe is real.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You believe? What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well I have no concrete evidence as I’ve only been alive for sixteen years myself, but, whenever I offer that in the contract in exchange for a soul, every time I’ve had a sour taste at the back of my mouth. Whenever I don’t offer that, the taste is sweet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Couldn’t that just be the difference between you making a deal you’re able to fulfill with a deal you can not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I’ve never considered that. However, this time around it was a very sour taste. My interpretation of it is whether it’s a good deal for me or a bad one. The more sour the taste, the worse of a deal it is for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Seriously?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Which is why, can you tell me what your condition was?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… it’s nothing impossible for you to fulfill… so your interpretation is probably correct. But, for now, you can forget about it. It’s really not important. I initially wrote it down as a joke and wasn’t taking it seriously.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You spent… half an hour thinking of a joke condition?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… I didn’t really believe you at all in the beginning. So I was spending that time thinking of how to mess with you. So… you can forget about the condition.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a bad deal for me though. What is this condition?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll show you another time. We should get back to your girlfriend. We’ve kept her waiting for such a long time now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She hopped up to her feet, ran around to the other side of the desk, then pulled out a folded-up piece of paper from her drawer and stuffed it in her pocket before she fled to the door before I even had a chance to stand up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just what the hell sort of condition did this girl set that she’s so adamant about not showing me? It couldn’t be… something like <i><span style="font-weight:400">that</i><span style="font-weight:400">, right? I shook my head to refute it. There was no chance in hell. I refuse to believe it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But… this girl had been pretty desperate. Wait… maybe I’m getting ahead of myself and misunderstanding. It could be she wants me to help her with that problem of hers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yeah… let’s go with that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If it was my first thought, a shiver ran down my back. I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. I mean, as she said, it wasn’t something impossible for me to fulfill, but I absolutely didn’t want to.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It really might be better to remain ignorant and left in the dark about the condition she wrote in. If she didn’t want me to fulfill it, that was her choice. If she ever did though… I was screwed and I’d have no choice but to fulfill it as I was contractually obligated to in exchange for her soul.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, so long as she doesn’t bring it up, what do I care?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I got off the chair, picked it up, then tucked it under the desk and followed after Lea who’d ditched me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I went down the stairs I heard Yuna ask, “Did something happen? I heard a few pained screams from up there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, well, he tried putting the moves on me a few times while we were negotiating so I gave him a few kicks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t listen to her, she’s making shit up to drag my name through the dirt.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Womanizer.” The look in her eyes as she said that made it clear she didn’t believe me at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh~ how darin of ya. Makin a pass on our Lea when yuh have a girlfriend already.” Shia who was also here interjected with that sort of yful remark.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was also another familiar face here, the baldy. The three of them were seated around a small table with cards in their hand. It looked like they’d been bonding by ying card games this entire time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, he really is too much of a womanizer, Yuna. What do you even see in a guy like him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve been seriously questioning that myself over thest two hours while waiting for the two of you to finish up. Just how did I get conned into being this guy’s girlfriend, I really wonder. I must have been drunk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna had swapped back into the clothes I’d borrowed from the prostitute back at the motel. She’d also cleaned off the grease Shia smeared on her face and limbs earlier. It seems she’d located her handbag which I’d hidden at the bottom of the garbage bin as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t try that, you weren’t drunk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you drug me then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then I truly can’tprehend.” She shook her head with a visibleck of understanding on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now, now. Calm down, I was just kidding, Yuna. He wasn’t really trying anything. I just kicked him on a few asions for making some rude remarks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Punk, yuh were rude te Lea? Yuh gotta death wish or sometin?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’d like to live for the time being. If I do ever have a death wish I’ll give you a call though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Think yer funny, punk?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. I’m the unfunniest man I know. Well, I’m a loner who’s got no friends, so it’s only natural I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh… got no friends?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, what of it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s... so sad! I’m sorry pal, I didn’t know! I’ll be yer friend if that’s how it is!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… no, I’m fine.” What the hell? Why am I being looked at by this bastard like I’m pitiful?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s okay pal, from now on we’re buds. Yuh cane te me if anyone picks a fight wid ya.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m really fine, I swear. I’m a loner by choice. I don’t make friends because I don’t want to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s... even more pitiful than I imagined, pal! I know how it is bein unable to make friends. Don’t worry, I’ll be your pal from now on!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My stomach started to turn as my expression froze up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You’re so moved yuh don’t know what te say? It’s all good pal, I’m here for ya if yuh wanna break down in tears and need a shoulder te cry on.” He opened his arms weingly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My entire body trembled as waves of cringe rolled across my skin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t stand straight. I leaned on the wall to support my weight. I’d never cringed this much in my life before. Why does he not understand? Ismunication impossible? Is he too stupid to understand English? Should I try anothernguage? Damn it, I don’t know any othernguages.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh okay, pal?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine. Let me try to find words that you will understand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pulled out my phone and tranted a response into Spanish.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No necesito amigos, idiota!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What’s dat supposed te mean, pal?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna quickly chimed in, seeming amused by this whole situation, “It means he looks forward to being friends, despite how much of a social idiot he is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No it doesn’t! Don’t lie to him! It means ‘I don''t need friends, you moron!’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? It really means that?” He ignored me as he turned to Yuna and sought rification.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it means exactly what I said. He’s just too embarrassed to honestly admit it.” She reassured him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You- you moron! Don’t believe her! Whatnguages do you know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“English.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then why don’t you understand my words, you damn baldy! I don’t want friends. It’s that simple.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. I know how it is. I was like dat too, pal. Always sayin terrible things and pushin people away despite secretly wantin a friend deep down. Ma name''s Baldwin, to think yuh’d already know the nickname everyone calls me around here. We must be destined te be bosom buddies.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I facepalmed and slid down the wall exhausted. Idiots who you couldn’tmunicate with through words were no doubt the bane of my existence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Meanwhile, Yuna, enjoying the show, had her mouth covered with her hand. Her shoulders were shaking a little. This was definitely some sort of payback for keeping her waiting around on me all day.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shia was smiling to herself while looking back and forth between me and Baldy curiously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lea, on the other hand, had her body turned away from everyone, unable to look, while clutching at her stomach and holding in her desire tough.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I refuse to ept any friends! I’m not taking applications!
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