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Chapter 236 I Want Milk. (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
It was getting dark when Caesar returned home. When he entered the house, he found it still quiet; Yumilia had not yet returned.

"Is it still in the Institute of Ecology?" he muttered.

After putting down my schoolbag and tying on my apron, I went to the kitchen to prepare a few simple dinners.

Just as he placed the fried sausages and grilled corn on the plate, the sound of the door opening came from inside.

"Caesar, I'm back. Wait a minute, I'll go cook right away."

Yumilia, sounding exhausted, dragged herself into the house.

“Dinner is ready,” Caesar said, coming out with a plate of food.

"Sorry, Caesar, there was a lot going on at the Institute of Ecology, that's why I'm back so late."

Yumilia sighed wearily and sat down at the dining table.

"Isn't it only the first day you went there? And you were there to learn, how come you're already this busy?" Caesar asked, untying his apron.

Yumilia looked helpless.

"Because it was my first day there, I needed to adapt to many things and become familiar with many things,"

"You're just too embarrassed to refuse the chores they dump on you, aren't you?" Caesar saw right through him.

When faced with tedious and repetitive tasks at work, the best solution is to delegate them to novices or inexperienced individuals.

“Caesar,” Yumilia said earnestly, “I will be a student now, and everyone in the Ecology Department will be my seniors. It is only right that I help them.”

"I'm just worried you might overwork yourself," Caesar said helplessly.

Yumilia wanted to say something, but then she couldn't help but yawn.

Seeing her like this, Caesar didn't say anything more, but simply told her to eat first, and then take a bath and rest.

Even while sitting, Yumilia was already somewhat drowsy, instinctively putting food into her mouth bite by bite. Judging from her appearance, she would probably fall asleep on the table at any moment.

"Okay, go take a shower and go to bed."

After finally finishing his meal, Caesar cleared away the dishes and said...

"Um"

Yumilia nodded heavily, slowly returned to her room, grabbed her pajamas, and went into the bathroom.

After Caesar finished tidying up in the kitchen, he came out and heard no sound from the bathroom. The light was on, but there was no sound of water.

He tentatively called out, "Yumeria, are you in there?"

no respond.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Am I coming in?"

He turned the doorknob and opened the door. He saw Yumilia sitting on a small stool in front of the sink, her clothes only half off, her vest still hanging on her arm, her head resting against the wall, fast asleep.

"You can fall asleep like this without catching a cold?" Caesar said helplessly.

He shook Yumilia's shoulder, but she only let out a soft murmur and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Caesar had no choice but to pick up Yumilia and let her lean against him.

"At least brush your teeth and wash your face first."

Caesar squeezed out the toothpaste, brought the toothbrush to Yumilia's lips, and patted her on the shoulder.

Now, Yumilia was half-asleep and instinctively took the toothbrush that was brought to her mouth, letting Caesar gently brush her teeth, occasionally letting out humming sounds.

"Ugh, Caesar... Stop messing around. Ugh, I want to sleep."

Yumilia was dazed and mumbled incoherently, sounding just like a little baby.

I could only brush my teeth briefly before pulling them out and handing the water glass to her.

"Don't drink it," Caesar warned.

Yumilia was quite obedient; she took a mouthful of water, rinsed it in her mouth twice, and then spat it out.

Then he brought a towel, wiped her face, then sat her on a small stool, used another towel to wash her feet, then put on her pajamas, picked up the whimpering Yumilia, took her back to her room, gently placed her on the bed, and pulled the covers up.

As he was about to leave, Yumilia suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Caesar..."

She murmured in her sleep.

"Well, I'm here."

Caesar crouched down and put his ear close to hers.

"I want to drink milk. I want it warm," Yumilia said softly.

"You're so sleepy, and you're still drinking milk?"

"I want to drink."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll heat it up for you."

Caesar went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, quickly heated a glass of milk, and brought it in for her.

Yumilia smelled the milk and groggily sat up, cupping the milk in her hands and gulping it down.

But when he had only one sip left, he stopped, put down the cup, and wiped his mouth.

“There’s only one sip left,” Caesar said. “I can’t drink anymore,” Yumilia said, her head hanging low.

Caesar had no choice but to accept it and drink the last sip himself without wasting a drop.

"Alright, it's time to sleep," he said, stroking Yumilia's cheek.

As he was about to leave, Yumilia stopped him again.

"what happened again?"

Caesar knelt down in front of her again.

Before he could say anything to Yumilia, she lifted her face and left a kiss on his cheek that smelled of milk.

Goodnight. Hehe.

Yumilia mumbled incoherently, and then her breathing gradually calmed down.

"Sigh, you..." Caesar's lips curled into a helpless smile. He patted her forehead, picked up his water glass, and quietly walked out.

After washing up, he returned to his room, finished his homework for the day, and then, as it was getting late, he went to bed.

He closed his eyes, the Emperor's Seal glowed, and he entered the Formless Heavenly Realm.

He arrived at the conference table where he usually met with Xia.

Xia had told him during the day that she would come to talk to him about Muirna that evening, but she hadn't sent him a signal yet, so he could only wait here for now.

A short while later, instead of Sia, the Illusionary Sea Scroll drifted over.
"What are you doing?" Caesar glanced at it.

The Illusionary Ocean Scroll flew to him, its pages opened, and the Fantasy Custom was tucked inside. Then, it automatically stood up and began writing on the blank pages.

As a containment object, it can only communicate in this way when it has no host.

"There's been some activity from Carol's side."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Caesar asked.

"She responded to me once, but quickly hid it again, and now she's not giving me any hint at all," the fantasy custom book reads.

“I remember you said before that as long as she reveals even a little information, you can find her location, right?” Caesar said.

"That's true, but I can't be sure if she's really there, and it's rather strange that she revealed this information."

"Strange? What's strange about it?"

"She is currently in Bagu City, not far from here, but her specific location is in the Eighth District."

Caesar frowned.

The Eighth District of Bagu City is a place that any Finn resident has heard of to some extent; it is perhaps the most chaotic and darkest place in the entire kingdom.
More than 20 years ago, Fein passed an immigration bill that relaxed immigration restrictions, which led to an unprecedented wave of immigration. In four years, nearly three million people immigrated to Fein from all over the world.

This has led to a problem: the immigrants are a mixed bag, with many obtaining citizenship through various unconventional means. Even more critically, Surna and Ururis have given the green light to their own criminals and lawbreakers, strongly encouraging them to immigrate to Finn. The influx of a large number of unstable elements has ultimately caused serious harm to social security.

The kingdom's officials later recognized this problem and established a special zone in Baghwu, attracting immigrants with low rents and utilities. This eventually led to the formation of a district comprised of immigrants.
The level of chaos in such a community, composed of low-income immigrants and criminals, is unimaginable. Compared to that, a city like Durandin, rife with gangs, could be considered a civilized city.

But the great writer he was looking for, Wendy Carol, who possessed crucial information about the ruins, appeared there instead.

Caesar thought for a moment and then asked, "Could you give me a more detailed address?"

"Sure, that's possible," Fantasy Custom replied.

"However, I think she probably doesn't live there permanently. She must have gone there temporarily for some reason. If you want to go there and wait for her, it might be a bit troublesome."

After he subdued Fantasy Custom, he didn't know what Fantasy Scroll had said to it, but now it's quite considerate of him.

“I have my own plans, just tell me,” Caesar said calmly.

"Ok."

Fantasy Custom then wrote down a detailed address on the page.

"Number 23, Yellow Wine Street, Ox Horn Tavern".

Caesar memorized the name of the place.

"Would you have discussed with her beforehand about ambushing me?" Caesar suddenly asked.

Unexpectedly, the fantasy customization got so agitated that it jumped around on the pages and scribbled down a line of text.

"If I lie to you, someone will use me to stick up a pig's ass!"

"Alright, you don't need to swear. I just want to tell you in advance that if you lie to me, you'll suffer the consequences."

Caesar's calm tone carried a chilling sense of oppression.

“I told you I wouldn’t! Little Yellow Book has already talked to me. Since I can’t resist you, I might as well assist you. Maybe I can really benefit from it in the future. I’ve been straightforward enough. If you still don’t believe me, then there’s nothing I can do.” Fantasy Custom said honestly.

"Alright, we can talk about it later. I have to see someone in a bit, you can all leave now." Caesar waved his hand.

The Phantom Sea Scroll, carrying with it a vision, departed.

Caesar leaned back in his high-backed chair, pondering the information he had just received.

It's difficult to stake out the chaotic Eighth District for an extended period, and Wendy's immediate disappearance after responding to the message indicates that she knew she had been exposed, which makes finding her even more challenging.

But it's still a clue, so he definitely has to go check it out.

If all else fails, he still has an intelligence channel with that member of the Restoration Society; he'll go to his house this weekend and see if he can find out.

(End of this chapter)