Spoiled (Lily)

Chapter 1375 The Ghost Who Takes Pride In His Appearance

Crawford Ancestor sneered. "Undoubtedly, he is a foreign ghost."

Pablo glanced at the Book of Life. "Indeed, he is from another country but resides in Dudroinia. He died

before returning to his homeland."

Lilly looked at the Sterquil with disdain and remarked, "What do you mean our Dudroinia's dialect is

foul? Doesn't your national language have the word 'sh*t'? There is neither lowliness nor nobleness in

language."

"We have many beautiful and meaningful words. If you fail to choose clean words, whom can you

blame when you insist on using the word 'sh*t'?"

Jean nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You accuse our language 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 NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

patience!"

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 relationship. "Relationships are highly valued in Dudroinia. It would be enough as long as

they let me go!"

He thought his behavior was a compromise and did not see anything wrong with it.

Lilly remained silent, pursing her lips.

The Sterquil continued to explain, "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 flaws 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, 'Planting corn in the wood...'" he wanted to highlight his diligence, hard work, and

appreciation for a simple and tranquil life, similar to the renowned poet Theodore Montclair.

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 'Planting corn in the

wood, where lush grass contrasts with sparse cornstalks.'"

"The proverb states, 'Life's path can be compared to a trail where stains may mark the journey but

reveal little about its true cost.' Theodore Montclair isn't overly concerned with the success of his corn

planting. He chooses to retreat to the mountains for a simple and beautiful life. Given that your corns

were inadequately planted, what unmet desires weigh on you?"

The Sterquil remained silent, thinking to himself, "This kid could have done better in her cultural

studies. I plant 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 plainly 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 flavor.

Sigh.

The mother and daughter peered at the small cakes in their hands, finding them flavorless.

Lilly felt that the small cakes lacked 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 village frustrated him deeply.

The Sterquil recounted, "I lived in the countryside for ten years, slowly adjusting to village 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 village affairs and often argued with others."

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Lilly interjected, "Hmm? Why bring up the village bully out of the blue?"

Lilly, her mother, and Crawford Ancestor remained silent.