Sir! Don't close the net!

"You want to sell your Galar Horn?"

“What do you mean by selling… I’m a member of Galarhorn, you know. Besides, aren’t you an employee of Galarhorn too?” Valhae Rai muttered. “After all… how can they allocate funds if we don’t hand over some things?”

"Speaking of which..."

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Where is my activity fund?"

"..."

"What are you asking for! You've already slept with me, what more benefits do you want! At worst... I'll just wash my own clothes!"

Chapter 118 Who Will He Do Next?

Under the starlight, Elma walked ahead, while Valkyrie followed behind at a leisurely pace.

The sea breeze blowing from the Dead Man's Sea Wall carried an inexplicable chill, and Alma involuntarily wrapped her clothes tighter. The gaze of Valkyrie, who was following behind her, was as sharp as a blade, but the bus station was already close at hand. Once they reached the bus station, this silent interrogation would end.

Just as Alma quickened her pace, wanting to shorten the distance to the public station as quickly as possible, Valkyrie stopped.

“Miss Alma, I remember you were an employee at the Fire Elf Steelworks, and recently you transferred to Sheep Village Logistics to become Levi Esti Richard’s secretary, right?”

Here it comes!

Alma paused, swallowed hard, and stiffly turned to face Valkyrie, offering a polite smile.

Yes, is there a problem?

“No, I just wanted to confirm if there was any misunderstanding between us that could lead to something bad. Oh, speaking of which, I haven’t introduced myself yet,” Valhayuu Tobi raised her hand and tossed her hair. “I am Valhayuu Tobi, and that cheap-looking guy from earlier is Rei.”

Alma raised an eyebrow sharply.

The prefix "Valha" is special; it's practically universally known because these three words represent the Valkyries, the strongest elite troops under the command of the Galar Horn, and the most powerful unit in Valhalla. Legend has it that a single Valkyrie is enough to win a battle.

They seemed to have been born to become the chosen ones of the gods, able to absorb the legacy of the ancient gods with incredible ease.

The single word following Valkyrie also represents her characteristics as a Valkyrie.

Lei, meaning lightning, is a Valkyrie with lightning-fast speed and destructive power, making her the most explosive and blitzkrieg-type Valkyrie.

"Iris" naturally refers to the iris flower, which comes in different colors and has different characteristics; it represents a Valkyrie who is a general commander.

Even a warlike nation like Galar has been preparing for war for a century without developing a unit that surpasses the Valkyrie.

“Of course, she’s now Levi’s Est. Richard’s mistress,” Valkyr Iris said, raising a finger and curving it toward Alma.

"Cough—" Alma couldn't help but cough loudly.

Although she had already suspected something when she saw the two Valkyries walking back and forth in Li Yili's house wearing clothes that combined were no more than her underwear, Valkyrie's directness still made her feel a little uneasy. After all, for a period of time, in order to make themselves not look like warmongers, Galar Horn had promoted the Valkyries as heroines, and she had heard that many boys were striving to become Valkyries.

"Are you... are you serious?" Alma's expression was somewhat stiff.

The way Valkyrie was behaving was so casual that she couldn't help but think that Valkyrie was joking.

“I don’t think this kind of thing is appropriate to joke about,” Valkyrie lowered her hand. “Didn’t you hear what Li Yili said? Only when you’re so tired that you fall asleep can you use a ring to build a bridge and exert influence. Do you think there’s anything else that could make Lei, who’s too lazy to even wash the dishes, so tired that she could be influenced?”

Alma's eye twitched. Although she had already guessed the outcome, Valkyrie's direct statement was still surprising...

False advertising! It's all false advertising!

“I’ve finished introducing myself…” Valkyrie pulled at her coat and smiled meaningfully, “It’s Miss Alma’s turn now.”

Alma's pupils contracted slightly as she tried to make her smile more natural, but the sea breeze made her face incredibly cold, and her natural smile became extremely forced. "Didn't Miss Valkyrie just say that she's an employee of the Fire Elf Steelworks and now Minister Li Yili's secretary?"

A colder sea breeze swept in without warning, and ripples spread across the walls of the Dead Sea that stretched to the horizon. Alma involuntarily took a step back, her heart pounding.

“Ha—it’s been a long time since the Sea of ​​Dead has seen such a wind,” Valkyr Iris pressed down on her coat, which was billowing in the wind, and smiled at Alma. “Then I’ll leave Secretary Alma here. To be honest, it’s quite cold here.”

“Ha… thank you,” Elma shrank back and waved to Valhaw Kite.

Watching Valkyrie's retreating figure, Elma recalled Valkyrie's words.

[Of course, she is now Levi Esther Richard's mistress.]

Alma couldn't help but imagine Li Yili holding Valhoui Kite in her left hand, Valhoui Lei in her right, and Nakya sitting on her lap, laughing heartily. As a woman, she didn't have any particular fetish for that kind of thing, but she still felt jealous of Li Yili.

But the thought of Valkyrie's meaningful smile sent chills down Alma's spine.

Al's confrontation with her was already a headache, but thankfully, Al had only been in Instas for less than a month and had been in Guoweidun the whole time, so it was impossible for him to find any evidence during that time. However, the pressure that Valhoui Iris brought to her far exceeded that of Al.

Of course, most importantly, Levi Strauss Richard is a black man.

The minister of the goat's offspring! The one favored by the cadre Black Goat! How could such a person have two Valkyries as mistresses? And now he's even brought back a Thorn Princess!

What is this man trying to do? What is he planning to do next? Who is he going to mess with next?

Alma, whose head was throbbing with increasing pain from the thought, boarded the public carriage numbly, placed her hands on her knees, tilted her head toward the window, and gave a numb grin.

All she wants to do now is go home and get some sleep.

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Inside the Instas Museum, the chilly silence was broken by heavy footsteps. Ips, who was inspecting artifacts in the center of the hall, frowned and looked up. To facilitate every Instas resident's enjoyment of his meticulously prepared "history," this hall was interconnected, allowing visitors to easily access the main hall from any of the rooms.

Each door is fitted with the finest gas lamps from Instas, which keep the darkness of the corridors burning 24 hours a day.

But as the footsteps drew closer, the flame in the gas lamp began to flicker, and the darkness that had been dispelled by the flickering light returned like alien hands reaching out towards the flame in the gas lamp.

Ips' forehead was covered in a little cold sweat, and he slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table.

"Who?"

Ips was startled.

A hoarse, trembling voice, like the desperate plea of ​​a prisoner driven to the brink of despair, actually came from his mouth.

The heavy footsteps stopped abruptly, but the flames in all the gas lamps seemed to be blown to one side as if by a strong wind, and the flames themselves were almost extinguished in the wind. Darkness instantly engulfed the entire hall, and the half-human, half-fish statue and the octopus god sitting on the throne silently recorded the scene before them.

Chapter 119 There will always be cowardly rumors

The next morning, having successfully resisted her desires and temporarily abstained from sex, Li Yili packed her belongings with great energy, including Nakya, who had changed her clothes and was now clean and tidy.

Although Nakya's body hadn't accumulated a speck of dust after lying in Thorn City for ten years, it rolled around and crawled on the ground as soon as it left Thorn City, so quite a few parts of it were dirty, and its expensive-looking, light-gauze dress was also quite torn.

Out of respect for Princess Eden, Li Yili personally served Nakya during her bath. He also personally selected her clothes, which were full of his personal respect for Princess Nakya. It is no exaggeration to say that his respect for Princess Eden was embodied in her. Although Valkyrie complained from the side that it was like a crime scene, it was just a woman's jealousy and there was no need to care. So Li Yili just smiled nonchalantly and stuffed Nakya into a large travel bag.

Because she had gotten up early on purpose, Li Yili did not wait for the public carriage. Instead, she carried the travel bag containing Nakya and wore a hat to avoid being noticed, and strolled into the city center.

Instas is a busy city, so the city center is bustling with people early in the morning.

Although Sieg said that the residents of Instas had not changed their views on going to the Sea of ​​the Dead because the wishing bottle was thrown back, Sieg was ultimately just a boy under sixteen years old. A boy who only had his own dreams in his eyes could not notice the changes in the people around him.

This is a good thing, because there are many things in this world that are completely unnecessary to care about. But that's the problem. When those things force their way into the eyes of a young person who only has their own dreams, that's when they hurt that young person.

Li Yili couldn't help but sigh, as the image of Guo Weidun's miserable state flashed before her eyes once again.

Although he was not a teenager, and what he wanted to achieve was not a teenager's dream, his life was indeed hit hard by something he felt should not have happened. After being hit hard, he naturally reflected on why he was hit hard.

Fortunately, the answer is simple: that's just how people are.

If this is the case in a remote place like Guweiton, then the situation in Instas, the world's largest seaport, where residents are treated like human batteries, is even more outrageous and absurd.

Li Yili had naively considered that things could change, but Instass displayed a deeply ingrained belief that who one was didn't matter, as long as one had a mask. He was unwilling to take off the mask, and even if he tried desperately to pull it off, he couldn't. Even with the ticket system, he would only go from numbly using the mask to actively using it. A lifestyle maintained for thirty years couldn't be changed in less than thirty days, especially since this lifestyle... was really convenient.

No learning or training is required; simply drinking a vial of magical potion and wearing the corresponding mask is enough to become an elite in a certain profession. In a sense, with these magical potions and masks, people become omnipotent. To be honest, Li Yili himself was somewhat tempted, but this temptation was limited to the convenience of the masks and potions; he himself did not like becoming someone else.

Li Yili stood by the roadside with her collar turned up and her hands in her pockets, listening to the conversation of several Indian residents in the breakfast shop behind her.

There wasn't much worth paying attention to; it was mostly just after-dinner conversation material provided by the Indian newspaper.

Li Yili couldn't help but frown.

Even though such a big incident as the wishing bottle being thrown back happened just yesterday, these people acted as if it were nothing.

This is very unusual, considering that throwing a wishing bottle back is something Austin defined as an act of deception.

The inhabitants' excessive greed angered the gods of the Dead Sea. In this era, angering the gods was not something to be taken lightly. Once the sin of angering the gods was committed, at best a few ringleaders would be burned alive, and at worst it would trigger a large-scale destructive operation similar to the hunt for witches.

Of course, as a modern human being, he was well aware that this behavior was nothing more than a cover-up by the powerful figures behind the scenes to eliminate dissidents.

Take the grand witch hunt, for example. They say that witches caused the plague, but it was just a lie fabricated by nobles who didn't take the plague seriously. When the plague spread, they were afraid of a popular uprising. Or they might have forced a respectable woman to be discovered and then claimed that she was a witch who controlled her with a spell.

This time, the return of the wishing bottle was similar in nature to the witch hunt. It was simply that Austin was afraid that they would completely seize the market of Instass by using the wishing bottle and ticket system, which angered the gods. However, Austin also saw the benefits brought by the ticket system, so he bypassed the wishing bottle and attacked the residents of Instass.

But one thing at a time, there is no doubt that Austin's attack was successful. The idea of ​​angering the gods has been ingrained in the minds of the Instas residents. This can be seen from the fact that the Instas residents on the shore are all wearing masks. They are afraid that the gods of the Dead Sea will remember them. They also think that throwing wishing bottles will anger the gods, so they have adopted a self-deceiving approach.

They are a bunch of cowards, and what cowards fear most is the emergence of a brave one among them. They will frantically ostracize the brave one, and might even kill the brave one first.

And now, Zieg is the bravest among them.

Sieg stands out conspicuously when even those who dare not personally throw wishing bottles into the Sea of ​​the Dead are eager to reach the surface.

They might hesitate to do anything due to the existence of Yangcun Logistics, but they can't avoid all sorts of rumors and gossip.

Because that's what cowards are like. They make their group look powerful by spreading rumors and gossip, and they accumulate ridiculous power through rumors and gossip. What's even more ridiculous is that as civilization advances, the power brought by rumors and gossip becomes stronger and stronger.

Fortunately, the world's current level of civilization has not reached that level, but it is impossible for it not to exist.

Li Yili turned her head and looked up and down at the Instas residents who were eating breakfast with a suspicious expression.

Surely these people aren't all the kind of "good guys who, although I have no dreams, encourage others to dream."

After much hesitation, Li Yili gave up the idea of ​​testing the waters.

It would be awkward if they hadn't originally had those kinds of thoughts but were awakened by his probing.

Anyway, he can just have his many black goat cubs gather intelligence while running logistics.

Just as Li Yili, having figured things out, was about to leave, an Instas resident who was eating breakfast suddenly put down his bread and sighed.

"I really hope Sieg Slow can get to the surface of the Sea of ​​Dead soon."

This exclamation, like a falling domino, resonated with those around it.

"Yes, I wish he would go to the surface of Dead Man's Sea today."

"I heard that the experiments on the coast have reached the final stage, and the trip to the Sea of ​​Dead is just around the corner."

"This is wonderful!"

Chapter 120 The Method to Break Through the Abyss

"Um...you've been in that position for three hours now—"

Alma finally couldn't help but look up and call out to Li Yili, who was sitting in the boss's chair looking out the window.

"Although I don't expect you to work, the way you are... is a little scary."