565: If there is no opportunity, create one.

Chapter 564: If There's No Opportunity, Create One

After this sparring session, Dick's situation visibly improved significantly. No Flower Elf attacked him again, and the atmosphere of the entire banquet became relaxed and pleasant.

Afra was very smart. She directly arranged for Dick to sit next to her, very close to Ola, a definite seat of honor for the main guest.

Regarding this, the other Flower Elves didn't say anything either. After all, everyone outside just now had heard Ola's words.

She had only permitted Dick to be seated but hadn't specified where exactly, tacitly allowing Afra to decide herself.

It's worth mentioning that Rafael was sitting directly opposite Dick. He kept trying to initiate eye contact intentionally or unintentionally, but Dick ignored him every time.

Rafael remained resentful about Dick's "mockery" just now, but precisely because his strength was completely suppressed, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

Due to the rules of the Destiny Divine Sect, Flower Elves under a hundred years old cannot drink alcohol, so Rafael was drinking milk alone in silence.

After a few pleasantries, Ola got straight to the point and asked directly, "Dick, I'm very curious, how did you manage to gain 21 levels in less than a week?"

Ola's tone was casual, her voice not loud, but the noise in the private room instantly quieted down.

The group of Flower Elves were still clinking glasses and chatting amongst themselves, but Dick could clearly feel that he had become the center of attention.

Everyone was waiting for his answer, including Afra.

"Oh, it's nothing special. Last week during the physical test at the military camp, I used a little trick and deliberately suppressed my level."

Hearing this, Ola nodded gently, because Dick's answer was perfectly fine.

The Demon Spirit Continent's civilization was already backward, and the magic arrays used to detect levels were even worse. There were plenty of ways to circumvent them.

As for why Dick concealed his strength, it was also quite easy to understand.

He was from the Northern part of the Demon Spirit Continent and had accidentally entered the Central Region due to a teleportation accident. Being in an unfamiliar environment, concealing his strength out of a sense of self-preservation was understandable.

Ola was a smart person, and the Flower Elves present were also smart. Dick just said it casually, and they immediately came up with a complete and logical explanation.

After taking a small sip of wine, Ola slowly said again, "You're going to participate in the assessment next week. After the banquet ends, go with Afra for a physical test and register your basic information."

This was a normal procedure, and Dick didn't refuse, immediately agreeing to it.

Although the Didalian Family could obtain Dick's identity information through various intelligence channels, it wasn't reliable and might very well be fake data, just like his level.

Therefore, not just Dick, but everyone participating in the assessment had to undergo a detailed physical test, personally overseen by the Didalian Family.

Several hours later, the banquet successfully concluded amidst laughter and joy.

Facing the various subtle probing questions from the Flower Elves, Dick responded calmly, selectively releasing some unimportant information, a mix of truth and falsehood.

For example, regarding his background, history, and relationships, things that could be easily verified, Dick chose not to conceal them but honestly explained.

But when it came to things like strength, talent, and knowledge, Dick used unverifiable lies to deflect, as the System and his rebirth couldn't be exposed after all.

When Ola learned that Dick was previously just a commoner who couldn't get enough to eat or wear, she couldn't help but deeply sigh at the profoundness of Fate.

Due to frequently interacting with geniuses from various races, the Didalian Family had seen many instances of sudden enlightenment and had grown accustomed to the unpredictability of life.

Dick's life, with its huge contrast, was precisely an embodiment of the Destiny teachings.

Tonight's banquet was merely an initial test. Although Ola recognized Dick's talent and strength, she did not recognize his identity as the destined person.

Only by passing the Didalian Family's assessment could Dick truly be accepted, and then... suck whenever he wanted!

Ten minutes later, a luxurious Magical Vehicle was smoothly driving on the road in the Royal City district of Suweier Imperial Capital.

In the back seat, Afra's face was flushed, and she kept praising Dick, giving his performance tonight a very high evaluation. Her goodwill towards him surged significantly.

"Mother didn't believe me before, insisting that I was deceived. After tonight, let's see what she says..."

Dick responded with a smile, his eyes clear, but under the cover of the dim light in the vehicle, he occasionally glanced towards the strapless part of Afra's dress.

Speaking of which, earlier this evening, Dick had tasted a few sips of An Lei's poisoned milk and needed an "antidote" to neutralize it.

The production of Purple Longevity Divine Liquid was low, so Dick still wanted to save it as much as possible, avoiding waste for potential future needs.

The atmosphere was good now, and Afra's goodwill towards him had surged because of the banquet. If he were to brazenly suggest "taking a sip," it seemed...

But soon, Dick dismissed this idea, because bringing it up directly would be too abrupt; he still needed a suitable opportunity.

Dick had always liked to take the initiative. If there was no opportunity, he would create one.

The next second, Dick quietly cast a spell, interfering with the Magical Vehicle's core module.

Soon, the previously smooth road suddenly became violently bumpy. Dick, "caught off guard," plunged headfirst into Afra's arms.

The force was subtle, the angle tricky, and the strapless part of the dress was just knocked off by him.

"Ah... Di, Dick?!"

Afra's pretty face instantly turned red. The distance was too close, and she could clearly feel heavy breathing.

Undoubtedly, the opportunity Dick created was clumsy, obviously fake.

He could easily withstand Rafael's sword skills, yet couldn't react to the Magical Vehicle's bumps?

But it didn't matter. Given Afra's current level of goodwill, whether it was clumsy or not wasn't actually important.

What was important was a stepping stone. Anyway, Afra wouldn't refuse.

"I'm a bit thirsty. I want to sober up."

Hearing this, Afra remained silent, just shyly turning her head away, pretending to admire the street view outside the window.

Dick didn't make a move yet, still waiting.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Afra finally said with a trembling voice, "D-don't do it again!"