As a result, as Mor looked on, whilst eating a scone, Arroe had made a beeline to Valentine.
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Arroe, as mentioned earlier [in Chapter 374], had now… come.
It was understandable really, that Arroe couldn't keep it in. He was too pent up, too frustrated for too long…
As a result, in his current, churned-up mode, he let loose, a huge and massive verbal load - a truly torrential tirade, raining down on Valentine and Lucy's parade!!!
"Good Heavens!!!" Many in the Audience wrinkled their noses, preparing for the pungent doses that would no doubt be the rainbows of Arroe's colorful proses…
"-Ooohhhhhh Valentine!!!! You are so sublime!!!! Please give me a little bit of your time!!!"
"…"
Wait, what?!?!!?!
The esteemed readers were expecting Valentine to use his Face Slap Skill, but it seemed that… Arroe Gant lacked the will, to become the typical Cultivational MC's roadkill?!?!
"You see, ever since that fateful day, I've lost my way… I thought my sword was slick and strong, but now I know that I was wrong… I know I'm just meant to be a stepping stone, but do you mind throwing me a bone?!?!"
In the corner of the room, a man chokes on his hors d'oeuvre - a scone of some kind - and after getting belted on the back a few times by a massive muscular guy who may or may not have been called Meatius Maximus and *Heimliched*
-Are!!! *slam*
-You!!! *whack*
-O-!!! *smack*
-K?!?!! *squeeze*
- he is stretchered off the premises 🫢✨.
Meanwhile, Valentine vaguely notices that the malevolent intent towards Lucy has gone away. Hm. Oh well.
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