Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

"This is deep water." Xing scratched his head. Although he didn't know who the big boss was, did they throw out such a bombshell right from the start?

and many more!

A spark of inspiration flashed through her mind.

[Star: If that's really the case, then doesn't that mean... the watchmaker is Zandal of Pinocchio, and the family's higher-ups are the erudite elders of Pinocchio?!]

[March 7th: Huh? ???]

[Sunday: Cough cough...]

[Fireworks: Brilliant deduction! Hahaha.]

[Dream Interpreter: This is truly... bizarre and outlandish.]

On Sunday, his brow twitched slightly, and his head was buzzing.

When Screwgoom uttered his deduction, he was even a little scared. While the conjecture wasn't exactly a perfect guess, it was about 80% accurate.

But after Xing summarized it this way...

He couldn't help but admire the pioneer's thought process; it was truly ever-changing! No wonder he was the embodiment of Archibald.

On Sunday, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Should he be pleased to compare these people to the Venerable Master of Learning?

[Qingque: Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel a sense of crisis. Like the universe is about to end again. No way! I'm on my way to Pinocchio! I had such incredible luck winning a travel voucher, I took all my annual leave at once… Am I going to end up rushing to be reborn?]

[March 7th: No, you actually believed her? Even someone as... ugh, as smart as me, didn't believe it!]

[Fu Xuan: Hmm? You said you were going to visit your family on the Zhu Ming Immortal Ship, which is why I granted you leave. And you actually went off to have a wild time at the Grand Gathering Star behind my back?]

[Qingque: Oops, I let it slip... Ahem, Lord Diviner, your name is on the leave slip, you wouldn't take it back, would you? Besides, it's all leave anyway, so what's the harm in doing it? See you later!]

[Fu Xuan: ...Never mind, I'll settle accounts with you after you've extricated yourself from this perplexing situation.]

[Star: So, old man, are you... actually a super evil little bird? And a funeral procession? Is your species actually a harbinger of death?!]

[Sunday: Your associative abilities... are astonishing. Mr. Screw's speculation is ultimately just speculation. The rest of the train crew will get through Pinocchio safely and will become close friends with me in the future. So, what are the odds that I'm the villain? My words may not be reliable, but doesn't the Star Train's operation have any credibility?]

[March 7th: Hmm... it's not entirely without reason.]

The people in the Milky Way silently agreed.

While this reason may seem a bit too versatile, the Star Train's reputation is indeed beyond reproach.

With a savior as their endorsement, no one else had any reason to continue to doubt.

Even Sunday was part of the Saviors' team; it was wiped out along with the Black Tower space station.

[Jingyuan: Then, perhaps someone impersonated the watchmaker and misled Sunday. Or perhaps... for some reason, the watchmaker has turned to the dark side?]

[Xi Lian: It's also possible that he had some unavoidable predicament, just like Caislana had to raise his sword against the Golden Clan.]

[Sunday: In short, whoever dares to lay a hand on a robin has already deserved to die.]

The case was perplexing, and everyone was at a loss, so they had no choice but to keep watching.

The train crew was the most stressed.

After all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will undoubtedly be shouldering the main responsibility again this time. And their current position, while not exactly impregnable, is certainly surrounded by enemies on all sides.

The light screen unfolds.

In the Oak House's drawing room, Sunday stood with his hands behind his back: "It seems the puzzle I set up was too easy for you, the company's envoy."

[Star: Why does the old man always talk with his back to people?]

[Fireworks: Maybe it's because he's a two-faced person?]

Sand Gold smiled, but his words were laced with barbs: "Thank you for your kind words, and thank you for going to so much trouble to welcome me, Mr. Sunday. This is hardly the kind of thing someone who sincerely invites someone would do."

Those corridors, the doors that were closed on the left and then opened again, and the city model really made one wonder if the next head of the family had some childlike hobby of building blocks, or perhaps a perverse sense of humor that was just tormenting people.

On Sunday, he stated matter-of-factly, "So this is not an invitation, but a summons. Before we begin our conversation, I need to put your character to the test."

"I bet your knowledgeable friend has been a great help, hasn't he?"

He looked towards the corner of the room, where Dr. Truth was trying to blend himself into the bookshelf.

Sandstone said proudly, "Of course, you should know this better than I do—he has faithfully fulfilled his duties, hasn't he?"

"Yes," Sunday nodded. "The professor vouched for your noble character. He said that you two are equally upright and are trustworthy members of the family."

"I now know you very well, Mr. Sand Gold. Your diligence, generosity, and cooperativeness, along with your ability to overcome numerous obstacles to reach me, give me reason to believe in your wisdom and courage."

[Potio: The people in the company are honest? The way you're talking, it sounds like the professor is accusing himself of being dishonest. Besides, the people the family trusts…aren't they mortal enemies? It's not impossible that the company orchestrated the murder, is it?]

[Dr. Truth: I would never stoop to lying.]

[Gold Sand: Haha, well, it's normal for major powers to cooperate and compete. After all, we're not the Antimatter Legion, so there's no need for us to fight to the death, especially if we can't eliminate each other.]

[Sunday: That's certainly an exceptionally honest statement.]

[March 7th: Listening to these three people spouting polite words, I always felt that although they seemed honest and kind, they were actually cunning and scheming.]

On Sunday, he turned around and glared at Sand Gold: "But there is one thing I have to ask you, and that is that you have misused your talents, which led you to meet people you should not have met, to appear in places you should not have appeared in... and to witness a tragedy that should not have happened (the Robin case)."

His voice gradually turned cold.

But Sand Gold remained as sunny as ever: "You don't look too good. Just to confirm, is it me who's making you anxious?"

"If not, then I'm on your side."

On Sunday, he understood the underlying meaning: "If I understand correctly, what you just said... makes an extremely serious accusation against the 'family'."

The two engaged in a fierce verbal battle, openly and covertly vying for power, but thankfully, it didn't degenerate into a situation where "they fully exchanged opinions, but held reservations about all of the other's demands."

Someone needs to investigate the case on Sunday, but the family members are not trustworthy, or rather, they are suspects themselves.

So the gold came, and this "capable helper" offered a price of...

"The 'Cornerstone'—I've heard it's a valuable asset of the Strategic Investment Department, a sacred stone that holds immense power under the 'Protection' order, with each of the liquidation experts possessing one." A hint of smugness flashed across Sunday's face.

That cornerstone is now in his hands.