Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Given Yan's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if she simply pulled her chair away and left her to sleep on the floor alone.

At worst, I'll just leave her here and go do whatever I want.

Why are you actually playing games instead of doing this?

"What's the point of all this?"

Yan put the screen with the word 'Victory' written in large letters aside and silently put his black coat back on.

After putting on his coat, he stood up, took out his phone, and casually said:

"Let's go have dinner."

"Oh."

On March 7th, he pounded his back and stood up as well.

The two of them did indeed head towards the food stall.

……

the next day.

The Silvermane Iron Guards' outposts were destroyed by a mysterious group once again.

……

Day three.

The walls of Fort Cripper were covered with graffiti containing insulting language.

……

Fourth day.

A large number of Silvermane Iron Guards were hospitalized due to food poisoning.

……

These past few days, Yan Huan did not stay at the Cripperburg, but instead stayed at the Goethe Hotel, just like on March 7th.

In the hotel lobby.

Yan still chose a corner and quietly ordered some fried food.

After what happened these past few days, March 7th felt increasingly uneasy and lost all interest in competing with Yan for food.

Seeing his teammates still acting as if nothing had happened, March 7th complained:

"Hey, hey, hey, Danheng's been working himself to the bone these past few days. Aren't we going to lend a hand? Don't you know what's going on?"

Yan nodded silently, naturally watching a TV series on his phone while eating fries.

"I know, so it's even less of our business. Let's go back to the space station tomorrow and collect the interest."

"?"

……

At this moment, Danheng was standing with the others by the wall of Kripper Castle.

They silently used tools to clean up the graffiti.

The builders of this city are despicable and shameless!!

Give me back my wife and children's lives!!

【It's all your fault...it's all your fault!!】

……

Looking at these large characters sprayed with red paint, Dan Heng couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 169 Friends, don't get involved in the politics of a country.

Late at night.

Cocolia sat in her office chair, glanced at the stacks of documents on her desk, and silently picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Then he continued to hold the pen, correcting document after document.

……

Under the dim yellow light.

Bronya crouched on the steps of Cripper Castle.

Suddenly, she felt something prick her.

So she took out a cigarette from her pocket that had been crushed beyond recognition.

It seems to have been in my pocket for a very, very long time.

"..."

"Damn, you haven't thrown away that Furongwang cigarette yet?"

Pera walked by and inadvertently saw what Bronya was holding.

"Ah."

Bronya nodded slightly and silently put the cigarette butt back into her pocket.

This was Yan Huan's first day in Belloberg, when she tricked Bronya into buying it.

After Bronya bought it, Yan Huan gave one to each of her and Pera.

At that time, Pera gave the cigarettes that Yan Huan had given her to the Iron Guard who was smoking, but Bronya kept them.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Pera also crouched down and handed Bronya a can of soda.

The latter silently accepted it.

In the quiet night, a "plop" sound rang out.

Bronya then gulped down a few mouthfuls.

She couldn't help but sigh as her thin lips left the can.

"...Pera, what should we do?"

"..."

Pera shifted her weight backward and plopped down on the steps, stretching her legs out in front of her, and smiled wryly:

"We'll just do whatever the Great Guardian says. Isn't that obvious?"

Bronya was stunned:

"...Should all the pressure be placed on Mother again?"

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do about it."

"..."

Bronya hugged her knees and sat on the steps like Pera, whispering:

“Some things are really beyond a mother’s control; she is a person too.”

Pera nodded slightly:

“Yes, I understand. That star core found an ordinary wanderer and assimilated it on the spot. The fact that the Guardian could hold out for so long, in years, is already a remarkable feat.”

"She was truly devoted to Belloberg."

"Whether in the past or now."

Bronya buried her head in her knees and murmured:

"So, what can we do now?"

Pera pursed her lips and smiled:

"There's nothing I can do. Have you forgotten why you bought Furongwang cigarettes for Yan Huan in the first place? Even you feel sorry for the people in the lower classes."

"The fact that some people are now gathering together to launch a rebellion should be within the Guardian's expectations."

Bronya sighed:

"Then, how do we account for the contributions made by Mother?"

"She's just unlucky."

"?"

At this moment, Bronya and Pera both turned around.

A handsome guy with blue hair, somehow, sat down behind the two of them.

There appeared to be some cups and saucers in the sack next to him.

Seeing the two staring at him like that, Sangbo smiled nonchalantly and said shamelessly:

"That's just how it is. What else has been passed down from generation to generation, besides wind, snow, and endless despair?"

"Before the eldest brother arrived, our great guardian gave speeches every day saying not to give up and not to despair, but she, who knows the most inside information, doesn't she know that the situation is definitely not hopeless?"

Sambo pulled a scepter from the sack, wiping it as he spoke:

"Knowing full well that the outcome is hopeless, what's so incomprehensible about finding another way? Besides, I do hate lockdown orders, but in that situation, it was the only option available."

"To put it simply, at least the supply of materials to the core of the furnace has never been interrupted. No matter how fiercely the Iron Guards in the upper zone fight against those Rift creatures, and no matter how many casualties they suffer, the supplies are still being sent to the lower zone."

Seeing Sambo speaking eloquently, Pera raised an eyebrow and said:

"Damn it, you actually pay attention to these things? I thought you were only concerned with yourself."

"Hey, how can we small business owners not pay attention to the big picture?"

Sambo stroked the exquisite scepter and smiled:

As the saying goes, there is no right or wrong in war, and there are no winners on the battlefield!