After watching the video, Guinaifen let out a wistful sigh.
"Sigh~ After it happened, my little sis and I got booted from Fyxestroll Garden. But family, did you catch the key point?"
"How'd it switch to third-person view at the end?"
"It's editing—I added some editing. To lay out the whole before-and-after clearly, and most crucially—"
"Ahem!" She cleared her throat, pulling out a spare magnifying glass. "Pay attention: The ones handling this weren't the Ten-Lords Commission or the Cloud Knights—it was judges from the Ten-Lords Commission!"
"The Ten-Lords Commission... What's that?"
"Huh? You've been on the Luofu this long and never heard of the Ten-Lords Commission?"
"They're the most enigmatic outfit on the Xianzhou! Their agents always show up mysteriously and vanish just as mysteriously... Wherever they appear, you know a major case is brewing!"
"In other words, something [earth-shattering] must've gone down in Fyxestroll Garden for them to step in."
Stelle speculated: "Maybe it was just a false alarm?"
"Possible, but my sis and I got shooed out by the judges right away. And right before leaving, I noticed they seemed to be setting up something in Fyxestroll Garden."
"There has to be a conspiracy... Er, I mean, ghosts!"
"Sigh~ Speaking of, miss—got time? Wanna go poke around Fyxestroll Garden, just us two? I guarantee we'll uncover the truth this time."
"I'm a bit scared..."
Before Stelle could finish, Guinaifen shot her a look of empathy: "I get it—I'm scared too. But I believe courage will come back to us eventually!"
"So... I'm calling in a ghost-hunting expert to help."
...
Moments later, Stelle dragged Adrian over under the pretext of a [thrilling supernatural sleuthing adventure].
"When did I become a [ghost-hunting expert]?"
"Sigh~ Ignore the nickname—this is a heart-pounding Fyxestroll Garden expedition! Aren't you excited?" Stelle shot back.
"Less than milk tea."
Stelle's mouth twitched. Who knew someone could use milk tea as an excuse forever: "Oh god, is milk tea what flows in your veins?!"
"Could be."
"Mr. Adrian?!" Guinaifen blinked in shock, then greeted him warmly.
"Eh? You know each other?"
Stelle's mind raced. So HIS milk tea shop wasn't that obscure after all... Wait—no way. Was Adrian the hidden top spender in Guinaifen's streams?
"These years, thanks to your support, I've managed to build up my streams."
Guinaifen had two benefactors in life: Feixiao and Adrian.
Guinaifen, née Guinevere, hailed from a prominent family on the offworld planet Camelot. For young Guinevere, her world was the ducal estate and the bustling streets before its grand manor.
Her tutors said her lineage was ancient and renowned, the mansion itself several Amber Eras old.
Yet time seemed to have spared it entirely, as if it stood apart from the laws of the cosmos, sheltering the family in eternal calm and splendor...
Mm... Did you catch that [ETERNITY] just now?
So, front foot: The Antimatter Legion invades her planet en masse. Back foot: The [Eternity Church] arrives. The whole affair? Barely ten seconds apart.
Her clearest memory: A veiled liturgist priestess, clutching a hefty, ancient tome, murmuring incantations.
From her garb and preamble, Guinevere figured she was a healer type.
Turns out...
"Medicine can't save the [Eternity Church]. Lord Ite, grant me strength!"
The liturgist took a deep breath, hurling her holy book to clobber a Voidranger into oblivion, then whipped out a high-tech energy gun.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
A hail of bullets mowed down countless Voidrangers in moments—that priestess sis was a total war god, carving straight through.
Once the enemy was routed, she reverted to her gentle self, tenderly tending the wounded.
Battles between the [Eternity Church] and [Antimatter Legion] spared lives at best, but structures? Doomed—streets ablaze everywhere.
Along the roadsides, charred building skeletons clawed at the smoggy sky; unburnt debris puffed occasional wisps of smoke, the air thick with acrid char and dust.
Yet atop this vast scar, rebirth's will already sprouted. Figures in simple robes became beacons amid the ruins.
Church priests wheeled carts laden with materials and supplies through the wreckage, clearing debris, erecting shelters, distributing food and meds—tending resilient vines to slowly bind this searing wound, stitching life anew.
And that liturgist she'd seen? She'd carve out time daily for kids' variety shows: Aerial freefalls, speed-reading the [Book of Eternal Virtues], transcribing the full [Eternal Doctrine] in five minutes flat.
Mm... A bit avant-garde for young Guinevere, but utterly mind-blowing!
Sweat traced the liturgist's brow, yet her face held a warm, focused smile—hard to square with the one gunning down Legion troops.
That smile pierced like stubborn sunlight, pinpointing every upturned child-face, scattering their shrouding gloom.
No one's gaze stays narrow forever—you've gotta widen your horizons. Bidding her home farewell after girlhood, Guinevere set out to roam.
As a whirlwind, effervescent outworld [street performance artist]!
...
A short-lived species traveler mastering such acrobatic feats—many tricky even for long-lived folk—breathed fresh air into the Luofu's stodgy vaudeville scene. What could be better?
Beyond classics like fire-breathing, sword-swallowing, plate-spinning, umbrella-balancing, spear-throat-locking, and boulder-breaking on the chest, she innovated bare-handed bullet-catching, upside-down noodle-slurping, teeth-brushing-whistling, and more signature stunts.
As for why Adrian became her stream's top spender... Well, less "top spender," more "sponsor."
Church funds all poured into [ETERNITY] statues—where's the budget for promo?
"But wait—vaudeville and the Church? What's the connection?"
"Great question, family!"
Guinaifen demoed right then: A quick acrobatic bit, then zero-frame opener:
"Interastral travel... I only go [Eternity Church]! Worked all day, body aching~ Time for Church-specialty soap! Essential for home or away! No credits needed—just click below to book a [Eternity Church] day trip. Why wait when you can act now?"