Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

"king."

The king stepped forward, the lid of the bucket slightly tilted back, and spoke solemnly.

"From this day forward, you are the new king of the trash cans. All trash cans shall obey your commands."

Chapter 62 Fireworks

Lin Si looked at the neatly arranged trash cans and opened her mouth.

I wanted to say "I won't do it," but I swallowed the words back.

He turned to look at Sambo.

He had a hunch that these trash cans were definitely connected to this slippery smuggler. But he had no proof, so he could only keep it to himself for now.

He sighed and asked the king about the bucket.

"Then let me ask you, what can a trash can do?"

Wang Yitong remained silent for a second.

It proudly raised the lid of the bucket.

"It can hold trash!"

Lin Si's lips twitched.

What else can a trash can hold if not trash? What are you so proud of?

"anything else?"

The king pondered for a while.

"It can block the way!"

"anything else?"

A longer period of contemplation.

"Can it... be used as a stool?"

Lin Si stared at it expressionlessly.

The lid of the bucket under the king's head drooped slightly, as if he were feeling guilty.

Then it proudly lifted the bucket lid! It even struck a bodybuilder's pose, bending its two metal arms to show off its muscles.

"We can fight! We're really good at fighting!"

Lin Si: "......."

He sighed.

Although trash can spirits are a bit bizarre, how can they not be considered a force?

He comforted himself inwardly.

"Alright, all of you, follow me. I'm taking you to take care of some important business."

He paused and looked at Oleg.

"Oleg, come along too."

Then, without turning his head, he waved to the hundreds of trash cans behind him.

"Keep up, don't fall behind."

Hundreds of trash cans started moving all at once.

The sound of metal legs moving was constant, like a well-trained army marching.

Oleg stood there, watching the figure of one person, one core, and a hundred or so trash cans disappear into the distance, and remained silent for a long time.

"Sambo."

"Ok?"

Am I dreaming?

Sambo smiled.

"Even if it's a dream, it's a good dream."

Oleg sighed and silently followed.

In the alleys of Panyan Town, the strange group walked further and further away.

The gray-haired woman walked at the front, followed by more than a hundred trash cans, the line neat and orderly, the momentum overwhelming.

Leading the group was the silver-white "King's Bucket," with his arms crossed, the bucket lid slightly tilted back, and his steps as steady as a military parade.

Wherever he went, passersby turned their heads to look.

A little girl tugged at her mother's clothes and pointed at the line.

"Mom, those trash cans are walking!"

The girl's mother glanced at it, then rubbed her eyes.

"...You've mistaken me for someone else."

"No! They really are walking!"

You've misjudged.

The little girl pouted and stopped talking.

But that team is still moving.

Heading towards the Swallows outpost.

But nobody noticed that one trash can hadn't been put in place.

It stood at the corner of the alley, the red and white fox mask on the barrel gleaming faintly in the dim light.

It looked in the direction the group had gone and remained silent for a while.

Then, it made a magnificent turn.

The metal barrel opened up layer by layer like flower petals, and with a flash of red light, a girl in red clothes and black hair stood in place.

She was petite, dressed in a red and black dress, with black pigtails hanging down to her waist. She wore an exquisite fox mask on her face. When she lifted the mask, the corners of her mouth curved perfectly, neither too much nor too little.

"I knew following you was the right decision."

Her voice was clear and crisp, carrying a kind of pleasantness that was hard to describe.

"Sambo, this Bronya is even more interesting than I thought."

Sambo looked at her and sighed.

"Hanabi, as promised, I have brought you before her. Shouldn't you return my mask now?"

Fireworks chuckled softly.

"When did the Masked Fool start keeping his promises?"

Sambo: "......"

His expression froze for a moment.

Hanabi looked at his expression and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hehe, just kidding~ I love seeing that expression on your face."

She took out a bronze-colored key and tossed it over casually.

"Here you go, the key to the tavern's cellar. Go back and get your mask."

Sambo took the keys, shrugged, and his expression returned to its usual slick look.

"Fireworks, I have something to remind you."

“Miss Bronya may have suffered from amnesia some time ago. After that, she completely changed. Those words were only spoken after she lost her memory.”

Hanabi shrugged, unconcerned.

"You mean to say that the star core called her 'uncle'?"

She chuckled.

"Oh dear, it's alright~ The more factions involved, the more interesting it becomes, isn't it?"

She turned around and looked in the direction the group had disappeared, her twin ponytails swaying gently behind her.

"The show is about to begin! Those who miss their chance to go on stage will have to retreat to the backstage!"

Sambo sighed.

"I know, I know."

His tone was casual, yet it carried a hint of seriousness in his reminder.

"I hope you don't muddy the waters too much. This planet is finally about to see the warm dawn again after seven hundred years."

Hanabi chuckled again, her eyes curving into crescents.