“You can get through that little door to go inside, Tolly!” Luna sneered behind her hand, letting out a cold harrumph.

“But that’s not a door!” Tolly shouted.

“You’ve got a small frame! Don’t you think it is just right for you, Tolly?” Luna chuckled.

“I think it suits you better, Luna. I have to remind you that it’s not a door but a hole for dogs to get through. If Lord Fanta is soon going to talk to a dog, that’ll be all right for me to get inside through that hole. It’s okay if you think I’m a dirty dog, but it looks like you also want to insult Lord Fanta for being a dog by referring to that he’s going to talk to a dog.”

"You're talking nonsense! Shut up!" Luna's face turned pale.

She couldn't afford to be accused of this, so she stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, ready to slap him in the face.

But before her hand could touch his face, Tolly had already fallen to the ground off himself.

"Ouch, ouch! Help! Luna is going to kill me. She’s a homicidal maniac!"

"I haven't even laid a finger on you! " Luna gaped in astonishment.

She, as a young girl on Goldearth, had never ever seen anything like the popular melon drop scam on Earth before.

"That's enough! What's wrong with you? why are you two always arguing with each other whenever you meet? Can you show any respect to me? Tolly, get up quickly, my father is still waiting for you inside! " Miss Smith frowned and turned to Luna, "Tolly was picked up by my father, after all, so don't be hard on him every time, Luna."

"Yes, Miss!"

Luna did not dare say no in front of Miss Smith, though she was a thousand and one times reluctant.

Luna gave him a fierce glare, but Tolly wasn’t much concerned. He turned to Miss Smith, saying shamelessly,

"You're always kind to me, Jenny!"

Without giving him any reply, Miss Smith walked straight inside. Tolly got up quickly and followed her. She was no more than one or two meters away, so Tolly couldn’t help but feel a little bit obsessed with her as he caught a whiff of the ethereal scent coming from her. He whispered to himself,

‘It smells so good!’

"Be quick! You've probably irritated my father this time!" Miss Smith sighed, sinking herself in what had happened last night.

"Humph, I'll see what Lord Fanta will do to you later! Tolly, you’re insensitive, huh? You did something like that last night, but it looks as if nothing had happened to you. Have you got a sense of shame? you'll get your just desserts soon! " Luna sneered.

"What did I do? I did nothing wrong, Luna. And how do you know I have no sense of shame at all? If I don’t have any, I’ll wear my birthday suit and have a streaking in front of you!"

With that, Tolly looked as if he was about to take off his clothes.

“That’s gross, you pervert!” Luna spat back.

With that, she put her hands on her eyes and trotted towards Miss Smith.

It was then that Tolly slowly recalled the remarks made by the crowd on the road. The previous owner of his body was surely a big loser. Purportedly, he had crept into Miss Smith's room the night before, which, needless to say, get his physical successor into big trouble—trouble big enough to make him a dead man. Surely, he succeeded in turning himself into an ultimate pranker for his transmigrator.

‘But don’t worry! You won’t be a loser anymore in the future! I’ll take good care of your body and make you a huge success in this world! Do you know who I am? I’m your cool, handsome, and brilliant physical successor that dies hard!’

Tolly rolled his eyes and an idea quickly flashed into his mind. He thought he was better off playing dumb and stalling. All he could do now was fall to the ground and pretend to pass out.

He quickly did what he was thinking in his mind. He fell to the ground with a thud. It had to be admitted that he was quite a good actor, who even acted out the sound of his falling.

The sound attracted their attention successfully. Miss Smith and Luna turned back simultaneously. At the sight of Tolly, they looked at each other, surprised.

“He’s pretending, isn’t he, Miss?” Luna said.

“I don’t think so. He was struck by lightning not long ago, and he had been poisoned before that. he’s probably too weak. We’d better send him back to his room and let him have a good sleep. You can ask Joseph to send him back, Luna. I’ll report it to my father now!”

After having said that, Miss Smith went straight towards his father’s room.

“Okay, Miss!” Luna replied.

She heaved a deep sigh and turned back to look for Joseph.

A few minutes later, as Luna saw him, Joseph was still panting in the doorway. It looked like he was exhausted after the long grueling journey.

"Our Miss asks you to carry Tolly back to his room, Joseph!"

"W-w-what?!! Can’t that loser go on his own? Or has he been struck dumb by lightning so that he doesn’t know where his room is now? I’ve had enough!” Joseph fumed with indignation.

“What’s your point of yelling at me? Say something like that to our Miss if you dare. I’ve already gotten the words of our Miss delivered, but whether you do it or not is up to you!”

With a flick of her sleeves, Luna walked off quickly.

“Wait, Luna! I didn’t mean that! Don’t be angry with me! We’re always singing the same song, so there’s no point for us to be on the outs. It’s all the bloody Tolly’s fault! Damn it!” Joseph explained.

With blisters on his feet, He walked after her with a slight limp. His two feet were just like two angry barking dogs, whining at him. However, he had no choice but to bite the bullet to carry out Miss Smith’s new mission, although every motion would renew the pain on his feet.

However, Tolly lay on the ground comfortably. Perhaps truly tired, he fell asleep in a second, now snoring like a trumpet. He even had a wonderful dream in which he was sawing logs. And he also dreamed that he drove hogs to the market and sold them all for quite a few Fanta coins.

Joseph was hitting the roof when he saw Tolly sleeping soundly on the floor. He could have asked other servants to help, but on second thought, this might be a good chance for him to take his revenge.

"Get up, you bastard! " Joseph shouted.

"One, two, three... Two hundred and fifty!" Tolly murmured as he was counting the money in his dream, but somehow all the Fanta coins suddenly dropped onto the floor and made a big noise, which awakened him.

When he opened his eyes, he found to his surprise that Joseph was beside him shouting and cussing.

"What are you doing here!?" Tolly turned over and stretched himself on the floor lazily.

"If you want to sleep, get back to your room. Don’t get in the way!” Joseph shouted again.

"Okay, my loyal sturdily-built beast! Come on, carry me back." Tolly chuckled.

Once again, Tolly quickly got up and jumped on the back of Joseph like a naughty money. Joseph did not stop him. However, he cursed in his mind,

‘You’ll be dead very soon!”

The Duke's Palace was indeed large and splendid. Joseph carried Tolly through several doors and went past a few rockery gardens, but Tolly’s living place was not coming into his sight yet. Tolly asked impatiently,

"What’s going on? Why haven’t you arrived at my place yet?"

"I would like to be quick, but I can’t!" Joseph said with a scowl on his face.

As Joseph limped on with Tolly on his back, a bower greeted him warmly nearby. A great idea quickly went into his mind. His lips began to curl into a big smile.

“Can I talk to you about something, Tolly? I’d like to drop you off at the bower before us. There's a well there, too. I’ll fetch you some water from it and then you can wash your face. I guess you’ll be shining after that. I know you’re always concerned about your personal grooming!’

" You’ve finally had a good idea and kissed my ass to the right point, Joseph. You’re right that I have always paid a lot of attention to my personal look. I want it to be clean and shining no matter what the circumstances are.” smiled Tolly.

Tolly was not hard on Joseph this time and agreed readily. However, he thought to himself,

“Why is the guy suddenly being so nice to me? There must be a catch here!”

Tolly told himself to be wary and never to let his guards off.

Yet, Joseph did not lie. Sure enough, there was a well ahead of them. When they reached it, Joseph put him down and took the initiative to roll up a bucket of water from the well. He said to Tolly solicitously,

"Hey, Tolly! The water's ready, so you can come and wash your face!"

"Well, Joseph, you are much more like a servant now!"

Tolly laughed, but he kept himself alert just in case. The nicer Joseph was to him, the more suspicious he felt.

Seeing Tolly was hesitating, Joseph said loudly,

“I didn’t put any poison in the water, Tolly. There’s nothing to fear, you know? Come and have a wash, you’ll feel much more invigorated.”

“Okay, I believe you!”

Tolly came to the bucket and began to wash his face, but at the same time, he tried to look from the corners of his eyes to check Joseph’s further action.

The water in the bucket was as still as a mirror. Tolly saw his reflection which gave him a big surprise. His hair was standing up skyward, disheveled like a bird’s nest and his face looked as if it had been smeared with charcoal.

‘Where’s my cool and handsome look going? What the heck!’ he murmured.

As he poured the cold water on his face, a cool sensation crept over him. He felt invigorated immediately as he had been told.

However, at the moment of blinking his eyes, Joseph launched his attack behind. Tolly felt some fierce power coming toward him. Luckily, he was not unprepared for it.

Tolly grabbed Joseph’s collar with his right hand tightly as Joseph tried to push him into the well. In a heartbeat, they all fell into the well.

Back on Earth, Tolly’s favorite sport had always been swimming. He had learned breaststroke, backstroke, and even freestyle. Hence, he was a good swimmer. He had even imagined having his own swimming club and organizing some swimming events for all the people who loved this sport. Yet, he had never expected that his hobby would save his life at a crucial moment after his transmigration.

In terms of strength, Joseph was much superior to Tolly. However, he couldn’t swim. Now that he was in the water, his little edge was gone. Although Tolly was still confused about the situation and wondered why Joseph wanted to kill him, he kept pushing Joseph’s head into the water with all his might.

Joseph opened his mouth wide and choked on a few gulps of water. Instinctively, he struggled desperately and kept wrestling with Tolly.