Chapter 1375 The Ghost Who Takes Pride In His Appearance
Crawford Ancestor sneered. "Undoubtedly, he is a foreign ghost."
Pablo nced at the Book of Life. "Indeed, he is from another country but resides in Dudroinia. He died
before returning to his homnd."
Lilly looked at the Sterquil with disdain and remarked, "What do you mean our Dudroinia''s dialect is
foul? Doesn''t your nationalnguage have the word ''sh*t''? There is neither lowliness nor nobleness in
"We have many beautiful and meaningful words. If you fail to choose clean words, whom can you
me when you insist on using the word ''sh*t''?"
Jean nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You use ournguage of being indecent, but why does your
country use our writing system?"
The Sterquil was left speechless, his lips tightly pursed in dissatisfaction.
Crawford Ancestor pressed on, "Where are you from, and how did you die? Speak up! I don''t have the
patience!"
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While secretly thinking that the "Ruler of Hell" in Dudroinia was rude, the Sterquil still respectfully
replied, "I''m originally from Veridonia. I came to work in Dudroinia and have been here ever since."
"My mother is from Dudroinia, and my father is from Veridonia. So, I''m half Dudroinia as well."
Despite his disdain and resentment toward the "Ruler of Hell" and his family, the Sterquil tried to
establish a rtionship. "Rtionships are highly valued in Dudroinia. It would be enough as long as
they let me go!"
He thought his behavior was apromise and did not see anything wrong with it.
Lilly remained silent, pursing her lips.
The Sterquil continued to exin, "I used to work in the city but resigned and returned to my mother''s
countryside for certain reasons."
Without lifting his gaze, Pablo ruthlessly exposed, "Because you were caught taking unauthorized
photos and leaking core business secrets back to your country, which led you to escape to the
countryside."
Lilly scorned, "So, that''s how it is. You''re someone who enjoys deceiving yourself."
The Sterquil appeared slightly embarrassed and awkward, but he quickly smiled and nodded,
admitting, "It''s true. People always refuse to show their ws to others."
Lilly continued to purse her lips, remaining silent.
The Sterquil continued, "I live with my mother after returning to the countryside."
His mother had always hoped his father would bring her over, but she couldn''t even be content in the
countryside. The Sterquil believed his mother coveted his father''s background.
He didn''t express such thoughts out loud, but deep down, he looked down on Dudroinia''s women,
including his mother.
"I spent ten years in the countryside, learning how to grow rice and farm. During this time, I farmed well
and fell in love with the peaceful life of the countryside," he said.
"As the saying goes, ''nting corn in the wood...''" he wanted to highlight his diligence, hard work, and
appreciation for a simple and tranquil life, simr to the renowned poet Theodore Montir.
Yet, Pablo cut him off and exposed him mercilessly, "You hid in the countryside for ten years just to sniff
around for another chance to steal crucial information about our country."
This left the Sterquil speechless.
Lilly sneered and retorted, "Your inadequate efforts are reflected in the proverb ''nting corn in the
wood, where lush grass contrasts with sparse cornstalks.''"
"The proverb states, ''Life''s path can bepared to a trail where stains may mark the journey but
reveal little about its true cost.'' Theodore Montir isn''t overly concerned with the sess of his corn
nting. He chooses to retreat to the mountains for a simple and beautiful life. Given that your corns
were inadequately nted, what unmet desires weigh on you?"
The Sterquil remained silent, thinking to himself, "This kid could have done better in her cultural
studies. I nt rice, not beans."
Lilly interrupted him, "Stop talking unnecessarily. No matter how much you speak, it won''t beautify your
words or actions. Just tell us inly how you became a Sterquil."
Jean added, "I''ve heard your country has a beauty industry that raises beautiful girls with strict dietary
habits, limiting what they consume. Is it true they go as far as collecting their feces for guests to
consume?"
As they spoke, the afternoon tea on the table seemed to lose its vor.
Sigh.
The mother and daughter peered at the small cakes in their hands, finding them vorless.
Lilly felt that the small cakescked appeal for the first time and reluctantly set hers aside.
In contrast, the Sterquil pursed his lips, dwelling on the circumstances of his demise, growing
increasingly frustrated.
If only I were perishing for a noble cause or an ideal, it would be a worthwhile sacrifice!
Yet, dying over trivial matters in some rural vige frustrated him deeply.
The Sterquil recounted, "I lived in the countryside for ten years, slowly adjusting to vige life. My
mother, who was getting older and had given up hope of my father bringing her back to the country,
began to take an interest in vige affairs and often argued with others."
He also integrated well into the vige, forming a peculiar bond with the local bully. The two became
nearly inseparable, akin to long-lost friends.
Lilly interjected, "Hmm? Why bring up the vige bully out of the blue?"
Undeterred, the Sterquil continued, "It all started with farming issues. He picked a fight with me over
that. I fought back but soon realized that he was stronger than me. As the saying goes, ''Every great
rtionship starts from a ce of conflict.'' From then on, we gained a mutual respect."
Pablo flipped through the Book of Life, mercilessly exposing the truth, "He dealt severe injuries,
rendering him bedridden with broken ribs for a month. Now, he''s scared stiff of getting into fights. It was
only after that he began acknowledging the vige bully. There''s no trace of mutual respect between
them."
Lilly, her mother, and Crawford Ancestor remained silent.