Dark Moon Era - Chapter 329

Chapter 329: What Is Monty?

“No, thank you,” Tang Ling rejected quickly.

“Why? One who knows his own strength and that of the enemy is invincible. Do you think the Life Or Death Ring is a joke?” Boss Huang knew everything but did not seem worried as he even tried to make a profit off Tang Ling.

“I don’t have money. We will talk when I earn more.” Tang Ling simmered himself in the graphic description for the body array without the mood to care about Boss Huang.

Don’t they say that the money of a person who has just broken up is the easiest to earn? Why is it so hard to get a penny from this kid?

With that in mind, Boss Huang got bored from staying in the study room.

I’ll just let Tang Ling drown in the sea of books while I have some fun today.

To his surprise, the moment he walked out of the door, the two little plump ladies saunter over and jump on his neck. One of them bit his head while the other clung onto his arm and bit his ear.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Ding Ling, Ding Dong, what in the freaking hell are you two little balls doing? Get off me! Get off!” Boss Huang threw a tantrum but dared not fight back. What if he hurt the two little balls of tangyuan when he fought back?

“Mmm mmh-ink go (Not letting go)! Mmm mmm mm mm hm (You are a bad guy.)”

“Lmmm dhmm dhmm iz dhmmm (Little Tang Tang is dying), mm mm mhmm hmmhmm (and you are not helping)!”

Boss Huang arduously pulled the two little chubbies away from his head and ear, but deep bite marks were left on his head and earlobe.

Even though the two ladies had spoken in an alien language when they bit him, he had lived long enough with them to understand what they were trying to say. They were blaming him for not helping Tang Ling.

The news about the Life Or Death Ring was the biggest scoop recently, and Ding Ling and Ding Dong had a lively intelligence network as well, so of course, they knew about it.

In their opinion, Tang Ling was not Tang Long’s match. He would be killed in the end! Even though they had spent only a week with Tang Ling, they were still humans that were sentimental beings. How could they watch him die?

Only the old bastard was not moved by the news and acted like nothing had happened. He did not even offer help to Little Tang Tang. How could he possibly run out of ideas?

“Listen to me, girls…” Boss Huang attempted to explain before the two little plump ladies did not give him the chance. They jumped on him again after he put them down on the ground. One of them curled her arms around his neck and the other clung onto his shoulder.

Boss Huang looked paler under the attacks. He immediately grunted, “Keep biting me and I won’t help him!”

“Boss, you are going to help Little Tang Tang?”

“I knew it! The boss has a heart.”

Ding Ling and Ding Dong happily slid off Boss Huang. He cleared his throat and brought the two of them downstairs.

As a matter of fact, Boss Huang was not going to interfere. He had his own reasons and opinion about this. Even if he wanted to do something, it must be within the range of his principles, but explaining those things to the two little ladies was like talking to a wall. He had no choice but to console them first.

Besides, is Tang Ling really going to lose?

With that thought in mind, Boss Huang suddenly sighed softly. From the moment he had that thought in mind, he had deviated, and to him, the deviation was not good.

…

“Monty.” Han Xing smiled in a creepy way as he tried his best to be as kind as possible.

“Come on, Little Monty. Good Monty. I have some fried fish with me. It’s delicious.”

His lousy line and disgusting voice echoed on the empty fourth floor, sounding extra sickening although Han Xing himself did not think as such.

In front of him was a big pool and all of a sudden, there was a splash. A little figure jumped out from the water and gave Han Xing a retching look before it dove back into the water, disappearing from his sight.

‘Damn it!’ Han Xing cursed in his heart but not verbally. The thing in the water had evolved into something like a spirit, and it could understand everything.

He sighed and sat down beside the pool. He carefully fished out the crinkled cigarette that he had begged for from Tang Ling and lit it up.

Who would have thought that he, Han Xing, the son of one of the three great marshals of Holy Tree, the top geniuses from Holy Tree, a prince-like figure, had fallen into this poor state?

The meeting of the geniuses was happening in the Dreamy Visitor tonight! Was he not qualified to be there? Of course, he was qualified, but he could not be there because he had to feed the dumbsh*t octopus!

Yes, Monty was an octopus!

The octopus did not want to cooperate. Han Xing had poured in every bit of effort to feed it, but half of its food, which it should finish today, still remained.

Every single day whenever he thought of the octopus, he gnashed his teeth in anger.

At first, he had also wondered what Monty was exactly, and when he had gone up to the fourth floor, he had still been quite scared and nervous.

How could he not? The entire fourth floor was remodeled into a giant pool. The pool housed all kinds of fish, corals, shells, and so on. In short, it was a pool that was modelled after the best neritic environment of the old civilization and cost a fortune.

Boss Huang had mysteriously told him that Monty was in the pool and that he had to find Monty himself.

“It’s obvious. I bet you can find Monty at first glance.” Boss Huang left after leaving him with some cryptic words. He had also given Han Xing Monty’s food. It was not much: three fishes and a clamshell. The fish was cooked with seasoning and the clamshell meat was fried with flour. The food presentation was even meticulously decorated.

“My my, how meticulous is this?” Han Xing was a little speechless when he saw the food.

An aquatic pet eating fried and cooked food? What a strange pet! Besides, what else could the pet be? It was probably some turtle or fish.

When Han Xing pictured aquatic creatures eating fried food, he had a feeling that Boss Huang was a mad man.

Fine, powerful people always have weird habits.

With that in mind, he started to locate Monty in the pool, the obvious and filled with characteristic Monty.

Standing on the floating feeding platform hovering above the pool, Han Xing first locked his sights on a majestic and intimidating large sea turtle.

This must be Monty.

“Hey Monty, time for lunch!” Han Xing called in a perfunctory manner, just intending to toss the food into the water.

However, the sea turtle did not respond. According to Boss Huang, if he could locate Monty, Monty would surely respond and would show signs of wanting a meal.

“Am I wrong?” Han Xing was stunned. He started to suspect that Boss Huang was toying with him.

Then, Han Xing noticed that beside the sea turtle was an octopus the size of a palm. Its head was round and its eight legs were thick and robust. The octopus of an unknown variety seemed to be looking at him.

Is that octopus looking at me?

Han Xing assumed that it must be the stupid appearance of the octopus that made him feel this way. It was quite an eyesore to him, so he easily scolded, “F*ck off.”

The octopus really did swim away, but it looked like it had a strong grudge.

Han Xing did not care about some stupid octopus, so he continued his search for Monty. He then saw a toad which was as big as a man’s face. The stripes on its body looked prestigious and mighty, similar to a tiger from the old civilization.

A toad in an artificial neritic environment?

Han Xing was not concerned about the question. He looked at the mighty toad and called out, “Monty?”

Croak! The toad answered Han Xing, but then it turned around and hopped away.

Did it just hop away? What is the meaning of this?

Han Xing looked away and saw that stupid octopus again. It seemed to be glaring at him.

“Are you getting addicted to this? F*ck off! Your disgusting face is an eyesore already and you’re still glaring at me? Why aren’t you dead yet?” Since there was no one with him, Han Xing went all out scolding the octopus.

In the next moment, the octopus jumped out from the water, its tentacle growing extremely monstrous in a heartbeat, and it slapped Han Xing’s face.

Slap!

Han Xing did not want to remember his first meeting with Monty anymore. Suddenly, he had the urge to cry. He was slapped a dozen times by the robust tentacles and it scarred him.

After that, he finally understood that Monty would only have its meal on the feeding platform or beside the pool.

A little bib must be tied around it and its face must be wiped before eating. The whole thing felt very ritualistic. Because it would only eat when fed with chopsticks, Han Xing picked the food up piece by piece with the chopsticks and delivered them into its cannon-like mouth.

Damn piece of sh*t, why does it look so stupid? I want to beat it up whenever I look at it! It’s like a brain with a cylinder for a mouth.

The moment such thoughts appeared in Tang Ling’s head, Lord Monty would get angry and would not eat from the chopsticks at all.

Its eight tentacles might seem fat and short, but it was even stronger than his sword. It was able to block attacks and put up stances. Also, it could even enlarge its tentacles when it got mad and slap Han Xing into the water.

If it got even madder, it would spit ink on his face while eating. Turning Han Xing into a Dalmation on his first day was Lord Monty’s masterpiece.

Lastly, Monty was playful like a child. Halfway eating its meal, it would spring back into the water and play around. Just like today, it stubbornly did not want to cooperate eating its meal.

Han Xing sighed again. He took another puff and said bitterly, “My Lord Monty, I really want to join the geniuses’ meeting. I don’t think I will make it in time like this.”

Right after his pitiful plea, Han Xing felt wet and mushy on his head.

It was Lord Monty climbing up to his head! One of its tentacles softly stroked Han Xing.

Han Xing was so excited that his eyes were teary. It was a sign that Lord Monty wanted to eat. He quickly brought the plate and chopsticks over with a flattering smile and fed it with chopsticks.

Even though he still wanted to challenge its eight tentacles in a battle of swordplay, it was better than Monty throwing a tantrum and refusing to eat its meal. Looking at Monty’s face, it really looked like a person munching on fish.

A sudden realization popped up in Han Xing’s mind.

Where did Boss Hung find this octopus? It has such a high-level intellect. Can it be Ding Ling and Ding Dong in disguise?