### Chapter 4: The Trouble Maker Finally Left
“Ha ha ha, Little Drill Wind, do you get it?
This is a height you’ll never reach in your lifetime!”
Before leaving, Old Drill Wind made a grand tour to flaunt his brilliance in front of Little Drill Wind.
Yes, when people heard about Cold Moon Great King’s latest appointment of Old Drill Wind, they all expressed their envy.
“What kind of relationship do I have with the Great King!
When the Great King first arrived at Cold Wind Cave, I, Old Drill Wind, knew he was no ordinary being. He must have been a celestial fairy sent down from the Nine Heavens to save our Monster Race.
The Great King originally wanted to entrust the entire Cold Wind City to me, but if I hadn’t strongly declined, where would Second Great King and you, Little Drill Wind, have had the chance to show off in front of others?”
Little Drill Wind was utterly speechless.
Although he knew that at least eight out of ten things Old Drill Wind said were nonsense, this time, the Great King did truly appoint Old Drill Wind as an ambassador for negotiations, set to discuss contracts at Evil Merman Cave soon.
While he didn’t know why the Great King chose Old Drill Wind, there was nothing anyone could do but cooperate since the appointment had been given.
Word was that recently, Second Great King was suffering at the hands of Old Drill Wind.
One moment he criticized Old Drill Wind’s ambassadorial attire for lacking flair, not exuding the grandeur and honor of an ambassador of Cold Wind City. The next, he complained that the embassy’s scale was too small—at least twenty Little Demons should be leading the way, waving various flags.
And as the first ambassador of Cold Wind City, why not ride in a grand palanquin?
In Little Drill Wind’s view, what could be prepared in a day or two, Old Drill Wind dragged out for a full week. Cold Wind City was in pandemonium; there was no peace to be found.
Finally, when everyone in the city was glaring at him, wishing he would leave already, Old Drill Wind finally came to his senses and announced he would officially set out tomorrow.
“Just leave already!
Why do you have to swing by here before you go?
What do you want, to annoy me?”
Little Drill Wind sighed.
These past few days, he’d been busy diligently studying square characters, drowning in literary quotes. And Old Drill Wind chose exactly this time to interfere—really, that was the last straw!
“Bro, everyone in Cold Wind City knows you’re the Great King’s right-hand man.
Mention your name, and it’s like thunder striking!
Even when I, Little Drill Wind, walk down the street, I hold my head high because of you.”
When Old Drill Wind heard this, he burst out laughing, “Good, very good! During my absence, just don’t embarrass your brother, alright?
When I get back, I’ll put in a good word for you in front of the Great King.
Being my brother will truly give you a bright future.”
“Sure thing, thanks, bro!”
After finally sending off the puffed-up Old Drill Wind, Little Drill Wind returned to his room, feeling that something was off.
What was wrong?
It wasn’t until he sat back down and saw the open books on the table that it suddenly hit him:
Old Drill Wind, like him, was illiterate!
How could he negotiate contracts with Evil Merman while being clueless about writing?
The whole embassy was full of illiterates!
The Great King couldn’t have overlooked this, could he?
No, no, that’s impossible.
The omniscient, omnipotent Great King would surely know Old Drill Wind’s shortcomings.
Maybe this was part of the Great King’s elaborate scheme.
The depth of it was beyond his current level of understanding!
Well, everyone has their own destiny,
He didn’t need to envy Old Drill Wind. What he needed to do was to swiftly master these characters to help Second Great King.
…
“Clap clap clap… clap clap clap…”
Under Old Drill Wind’s strong demand, Cold Moon reluctantly organized a farewell ceremony for the embassy.
Little Demons lined the streets, cheering loudly,
nearly everyone had tears in their eyes; the atmosphere was touchingly sentimental.
Yes, that rascal finally left.
If he stayed any longer, Cold Wind City would be in ruins.
Twenty Little Demons held up various colorful flags, calling out as they led the way.
On the biggest flag, bold golden characters proclaimed, “Angels of Cold Wind City!”
Cold Moon originally planned to have them stitch “Ambassadors of Cold Wind City,” but Old Drill Wind disagreed, saying it didn’t reflect his grandeur.
Since everyone used “Ambassador,” why not go for something sleeker, right?
Cold Moon was nearly befuddled by him,
but then recalled that in ancient times, when kingdoms still existed in this land, eunuchs sent by emperors could indeed be called “angels.”
In the end, they just gave in to him,
If he wanted “Heaven’s sh*t” stitched, that was cool too.
After the golden banner waved by, Old Drill Wind, the head of the embassy, finally made his entrance.
Dressed head to toe in shiny gold armor, reflecting the sun’s rays so intensely that those nearby couldn’t even open their eyes,
he rode a tall wolf, smiling and waving to the crowds on either side.
Seeing their tears,
Old Drill Wind couldn’t help but shed a few at the city gate,
“Don’t worry, everyone! Old Drill Wind will complete his mission and return soon.
Let’s drink and reminisce then!”
It was a pity; he initially insisted on needing a grand eight-palanquin to show the embassy’s scale,
but Second Great King argued that its speed was too slow and feared they might not cover even a few dozen miles in a day, risking missing the Great King’s orders.
As a result, Old Drill Wind reluctantly abandoned that idea,
but he insisted,
“An ambassador can’t possibly walk on his own, right?
This isn’t just my personal matter.
It’s about the face of Cold Wind City and the Great King!”
Ultimately, Old Drill Wind snatched an untransformed Giant Wolf from Tiger Wolf Cave to serve as his mount, calling it his “Wolf Knight.”
“Cold Wind City, I left quietly!
Just as I came quietly.”
Until this near hundred-person embassy gradually melded with the rising sun, the crowd finally began to disperse.
Little Drill Wind stood behind Cold Moon, feeling a bit worried, “Second Great King, that guy in Evil Merman Cave is notoriously cruel and unpredictable. I’m concerned…”
Cold Moon said, “You think I’m not worried?
But this is the Great King’s arrangement. I believe Old Drill Wind knows the risks when he took on the task.”
“You mean the Great King has further instructions?”
“Yes, the Great King plans thoroughly. How could he overlook this?”
Little Drill Wind suddenly understood,
“Could it be that Old Drill Wind’s grand exit was also the Great King’s suggestion?”
Cold Moon smiled, “It’s hard to say at this moment, but I basically satisfied his requests. It all depends on whether Old Drill Wind can achieve the objectives of this mission.
I believe the Great King likely wants more than just a contract.”
…
“Angel Sir! Up ahead is a fork in the road; to the left leads to Evil Merman Cave.”
This Little Demon was a dropout from Thunder Mountain Cave, familiar with the terrain around Evil Merman Cave, so he was chosen as their guide.
“And where does the right path lead?”
“To the right, about a hundred miles ahead, is Flying Cloud Cave, also under the command of Evil Merman Cave.”
Old Drill Wind yawned, “Then we go right!”
“But…”
“Do you think I put together such a grand spectacle just to let the name of Cold Wind City fade away?
What’s a mere Evil Merman Cave to me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Old Drill Wind grinned widely;
with his grandeur, it was vital more people knew—otherwise, what was the point of all this hassle?
