Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"We can't let the bad guys who sealed my memories get away with it, can we?"

"Come on, Fu Taibu, let me show you around the Goethe Hotel, hehe!"

Fu Xuan was forcibly pulled up the steps by March 7th and taken to the hotel lobby.

In the center of the lobby, an elegant light warmly illuminates the surrounding scene, which is set against tall pillars and exquisite carved decorations.

Waiters in neat uniforms move about the lobby, serving snacks and drinks ordered by guests.

On March 7th, while showing Fu Xuan around, he reminisced:

"This experience should have started on the day Dan Hengchu and I arrived in Belleburg."

"I remember that the Great Guardian promised to cooperate with us during the day, but as soon as night fell, he sent people to arrest us, saying that we were criminals who endangered public order."

"It was truly a tense and exciting experience," Fu Xuan pressed.

"Were you and your companions all considered wanted criminals at the time? How did you manage to escape?"

"Run, what else can we do?"

March 7th said helplessly:

"Fortunately, the last blue-haired guy saved us, but... we can't say they were all treated as wanted criminals."

"I remember... uh, wait, why can't I remember?"

Just as March 7th was wondering, a voice suddenly came from ahead.

"Miss March, welcome to the Goethe Hotel. I am Jepard, the security guard here."

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Fu Xuan looked at Jepard in front of him and asked in confusion:

"Why are the hotel security guards so heavily armed? Is the security situation in Belleburg really that bad?"

At this moment, Jepard was wearing Belloberg's blue and white armor, with weapons placed beside him. He looked more like a soldier in battle than a security guard.

"No, no, no..." March 7th quickly explained:

“Jepard is a guard officer of the Silvermane Iron Guard, similar to the Cloud Cavalry captain on Luofu. I don’t know how he became a security guard at the hotel.”

“…Not surprising.” Fu Xuan said with a hint of understanding, “Human nature always seeks reason.”

"By piecing together unrelated things, a seemingly meaningful fantasy story was created and named Life."

Jepard looked at the two of them and asked:

"Miss March, is there anything I can help you with? I can inform the boss for you."

"Uh...it's nothing, we're just browsing around."

"Okay, then I'll continue my duty."

On March 7th, carrying Fu Xuan, they were about to pass by Jepard when the latter suddenly said:

"Wait a minute, please allow me to remind you."

"Huh?" March 7th looked bewildered.

"The past is the past, and there is no point in dwelling on it. The only thing you can control is the future."

"Here we go again..."

March 7th looked Jepard up and down and said with certainty, "It actually sounds a bit like what he would say."

Ignoring Jepard's words, the two continued to wander around the hotel.

Suddenly, March 7th's gaze fell on the front desk.

A blue-haired boy was sitting there grinning.

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Chapter 556 This place is now Sambo's territory!

"Long time no see, Miss March! Welcome to the Sambo Hotel!"

"???"

March 7th was completely bewildered:

"Sang...Sangbo Hotel? Isn't this the Goethe Hotel?"

Sambo proudly said:

"It used to be the Goethe Hotel, now it's the Sambo Hotel!"

"Old Goethe was too old and frail to manage such a large business, so he entrusted it to the young man he trusted most—Sambo!"

"Hehehe, don't get me wrong, there's absolutely no coercion involved here, it's simply the continuation of a dream between two gentlemen~"

"in addition……"

Sambo's smile grew even wider:

“You see, old Goethe and I have both chosen to look to the future rather than cling to the memories of the past. You should do the same, Miss March.”

Fu Xuan had been listening silently to Sang Bo's speech, and couldn't help but remind March 7:

"This blue-haired guy's very deceitful and swindling words... wait... haven't I seen him on the wanted posters in the Immortal Ship?"

"wrong……"

"Did he also come to the Apostolic Secretariat?"

"Yes!"

On March 7th, he turned to Fu Xuan and said:

"He went to Luofu for fun at the time, and then somehow he was put on the wanted list. Later I heard that he was hired to help the Ten Kings Bureau."

"Oh right, that day, Danheng, Qingque, and I were fighting the Imperial Jade."

"..."

Fu Xuan sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Alright, alright, Qingque slacked off again without my knowledge, didn't she?"

"However, there are only three of you in total. Who is the other person playing cards with you? Has Qingque corrupted the other diviners again?"

"another……?"

On March 7th, she tried hard to retrieve her memories, but she was still completely confused:

"I can't remember, maybe it really was some diviner who was corrupted by Qingque."

"Wait... does this mean I've sold Qingque?!"

"Taishu, you should just forget what I just said!"

"..." Fu Xuan shook his head helplessly:

“Even if no one exposes her, I don’t believe she wouldn’t slack off.”

"Alright, let's continue. There are other people around."

On March 7th, Fu Xuan and the two young girls were sitting on a sofa, enjoying tea and snacks.

Bronya introduced Seele to her:

"The tea and snacks at the Goethe Hotel are absolutely superb, especially the Lin Yuan Chun tea..."

"It is said that one year, a city builder used the power of preservation to make camellias bloom on the snowfield, and this is the tea made from them."

"Uh... wait a minute?" Fu Xuan frowned slightly and looked at March 7th:

"Isn't Lin Yuan Chun tea from Xian Zhou?"

March 7th scratched his head sheepishly:

"Haha, that's probably just something I made up. I don't really remember drinking any famous teas in Belleburg."

While March 7th was talking to Fu Xuan, Seele and Bronya continued their conversation.

Xi'er took a sip of the so-called Lin Yuan Chun tea, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "It's bitter, and doesn't taste good."

Bronya smiled and said, "Bitter things are good for your health."

Seele wasn't buying it at all:

"But bitterness is bitterness. Deceiving yourself that suffering is good is just self-hypnosis!"

Bronya shook her head and explained:

"There's an old saying by Bellberg: 'No pain, no gain'..."

Fu Xuan stared at the two of them and said disdainfully:

"What a pointless conversation, there's absolutely no information to it."

March 7th's awkward smile:

"Haha, it seems my subconscious really doesn't have much talent for screenwriting."

Fu Xuan rolled his eyes at her:

"They probably don't even have a conscious awareness of it."

"Ah, I really can't refute that..." March 7 shook his head.

Bronya, sitting on the sofa, took a sip of tea, then suddenly looked at March 7th beside her and smiled:

"It's a really good cup of tea... It's a pity that not everyone can appreciate its beauty."

“Miss March, in the past, such gifts were just like this cup of bitter tea, bitter at first taste, but with a pleasant aftertaste. Unfortunately, those who tasted it could never appreciate its beauty.”

Hearing this comforting tone, March 7th commented:

"To be honest, this Bronya is very different from the Bronya I remember."

"The power that distorted this experience... is very close." Fu Xuan crossed his arms and analyzed calmly.