Spare Me, Great Lord!
chapter-682

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Lu Shu looked as the young man ceased all his activities and was stunned. This was strange and new to him. The Metahumans overseas were indeed very different from the ones back home. There would not be such a surprising, yet somehow natural sight either.

The young man was like a child that had fought with others. No matter how great his abilities were, his grandmother could still beat him with a stick without scruple.

Lu Shu suddenly realized, Metahumans had parents as well. Some may oppose Metahumans, but have children who were Metahumans as well.

Some people felt that Metahumans and humans should be completely separated. But how? Everyone was related by blood. If you had undergone an awakening, would you lose your parents? That was not the case.

In the past, Lu Shu had never thought about this, as he had no parents or relatives. He had Lu Xiaoyu by his side, but Lu Xiaoyu could train as well.

An old lady’s crude voice sounded from the second floor. “The apple pie is done. Come and eat!”

“Okay, grandma!” The young man answered. He turned around and said to the Metahuman, “Tomorrow, let’s go to a deserted place and try out that skill!”

“Sure. Then I will go home to eat as well.” The Metahuman walked away. As he walked away, he brushed past Lu Shu. He even smiled at Lu Shu.

Lu Shu was dumbfounded. So you were not fighting, but playing around?

This was like on Saint Seiya ¹ , where all the children in the orphanage shouted, “Look at my Diamond Dust ² …”

Who cares… Lu Shu had thought that these two people were Practitioners from a large organization who were going to fight it out. Something was wrong!

In the past, he had thought that realm of cultivation would be incompatible with the rest of the world. But if blood ties still existed, these two worlds were inseparable.

Night was approaching. Lu Shu found a small inn and walked in. He did not expect to see the handsome young man who was performing his water-type abilities that afternoon at the front desk. There were writings on his hands. Lu Shu glanced and saw that it was calculus.

He asked in English, “Are there any rooms?”

The young man looked at him and smiled. He said in broken English, “Yez, there is rooms.”

The young man’s mother walked out from the store room. When she saw Lu Shu, her expression changed. She rambled, “Why did you follow my son here! His orientation is normal! Please leave!”

As she spoke, she pushed Lu Shu out. The young man behind the counter was shocked. Had he been stalked? And his orientation… what?

Lu Shu helplessly stood outside the inn. What did I do wrong? What just happened? Other than seeing Coral, nothing has gone my way today?

The young man blocked his mother and asked her about what had happened. Then, he said, “I think that there may be a misunderstanding. You used our local dialect to talk to him. But does he understand? I think it is a misunderstanding.”

He turned and spoke to Lu Shu in Catalan, “Do you understand me?”

Lu Shu was silent. What should he do? He nodded politely and awkwardly.

The young man’s expression changed…

“From…”

Lu Shu felt that something was not right. He knew that the young man knew simple English. Thus, he asked in English, “What did you say just now?”

When Lu Shu asked this question, the young man understood why Lu Shu had nodded awkwardly and politely. The two of them cleared things up. The misunderstanding had finally been solved…

Lu Shu found out that the lady had thought that he was a gay who followed her son home…

But Lu Shu felt that this was not the worst thing that could have happened. He was afraid that the lady had awakened something in her son…

As Lu Shu went through the necessary procedures, he realized that there was something wrong with his money. He only had US dollars. But the lady took a look and said that it was fine. She could go to the mainland and convert the currency. It was quite convenient being in a tourist city.

As he settled the procedures, Lu Shu felt a wave of energy coming from behind him. He did not move, as he was only an ordinary tourist.

From the start, others could not sense Lu Shu’s waves of energy. His waves of energy only emerged after he trained in the Hall of Swords. After all, it was very scary for his chi to turn into a sea of chi.

But when he opened up his sea of chi, the hole in the sea of chi did not open up. Instead, it formed a world. This further prevented people from sensing his waves of energy.

Thus, there was no problem in him acting as an ordinary tourist. Anyway, his appearance had never been exposed.

Three Metahumans came to Lu Shu’s side and asked the young man, “Do you have a room on the fourth floor?”

The fourth floor was the highest floor of this small inn. Lu Shu had chosen this inn as the hotel Coral was staying in was visible from the rooftops!

Lu Shu had never seen these three people, but he guessed that they were here to keep a lookout on Coral.

Of course, he could not make an arbitrary judgment. After all, there were more and more medium and large organizations from Europe that had gathered here for the “World Tree”.

Suddenly, a sturdy Metahuman asked Lu Shu in Italian, “Are you here to travel?”

Lu Shu shook his head and said in English, “Can you speak in English?”

The Metahuman repeated himself in English.

Lu Shu smiled and replied in English, “Yup. I have no lessons, so I decided to travel.”

After one obtained a European visa, one could go anywhere they desired. Thus, university students who studied in Europe could travel to other countries if they had the financial means to do so.

Lu Shu took the key and went up. This old-fashioned inn did not use a key card. Instead, they used a normal key to open the door. The room was very simple. It was somewhat damp as it was situated in a coastal town.

After Lu Shu went up, the three people suddenly discussed softly. “He does not seem like an ordinary tourist. If he was a tourist, Asian Americans would usually form groups to travel. Find out who he is. We cannot make any mistakes. Furthermore, it is too much of a coincidence that he chose this place.”

“Could he just be an ordinary tourist?” Someone asked in a small voice.

“No,” said the sturdy Metahuman. “He cannot speak Italian, thus he is not a student here. It is not a weekend either. Students should be in school studying. Even if it was the weekend, they would not come to such a secluded place.”

His comrades thought that he had quite a bit of experience. The sturdy Metahuman had gone to university, while the other two had not…