Sir! Don't close the net!

"So? You still want my forgiveness?"

Li Yili gave Abel the middle finger.

"Do you think there could be such a good thing in this world, Mr. Promising Future?"

“What can I get, Mr. Sole Ruler?” Abel smiled slightly.

Li Yili didn't say anything, but just shook her middle finger.

"Ha...that's really strict."

Abel let out a long breath and stood up, placing his hands on his knees.

“Sir, the One and Only Ruler, I have come to say goodbye. The date has been set. I will soon be setting off for the World Tree to obtain the eyes that can see the threads of fate and begin to weave destiny. This may be the last time we meet.”

“Mr. Promising Future, I have a suggestion for you.”

"Unfortunately, the way fate is shaped has already been decided."

"Kill me now."

Abel paused, turned to look at Li Yili, and after a long pause, gave a wry smile. "Mr. Sole Ruler, even if you tell these things, no one will believe you."

“For the sake of this world, you’d better kill me right now,” Li Yili stared intently into Abel’s eyes. “Your eyes shouldn’t be blind yet, right?”

"Yes, even if I only have one eye left, I can still see things clearly."

Abel nodded seriously at Li Yili.

"Bye, Mr. Sole Ruler."

After saying this, Abel turned and left the dungeon without looking back, walking along the bright corridor. He passed through the church and arrived outside the mask factory, taking a deep breath of the sea breeze from the Sea of ​​the Dead, and raised his hand to scratch his forehead.

Hair obscured his cloudy left eye, and the golden-red gradient of his eyes reflected the deep sea of ​​the dead.

"What will the future be like?"

Inside the Sheep Village Logistics Building, the young black goats, Yunzhong, were working methodically, completely unaffected by Bishop Azawi.

Alma stood in the empty minister's office, gazing out over the entire Instas through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The most bustling streets were now being eroded by black lines formed by Bishop Azavet and his priests. Even though he knew that with the speed at which news traveled through the city center, everyone in Instas already knew the true nature of Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Elf Steel Mill, Bishop Azavet's priests showed no sign of stopping there.

If things are like this on the surface, their actions behind the scenes are probably even more outrageous. She hadn't forgotten the information Li Yili had given her before: the entire capital structure of Instas had been completely replaced by Bishop Azawi. Even if those people weren't Bishop Azawi's followers, they were pretty much the same.

Various rumors have begun to circulate among the residents of Instas.

For example, there exists a King in Yellow in this world, who is the nemesis of the gods on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead. It is because of the King in Yellow that the gods on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead have fallen into a deep sleep and cannot awaken.

For example, Li Yili is the King in Yellow.

For example, the wishing bottle was actually a trap set by the King in Yellow to keep the gods on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead asleep.

No matter how exaggerated it is, as long as the residents here want to believe it, the capital operation behind it, and the certification by the legitimate organization of Bishop Azawi, will make the fake seem real.

The current peace will be completely shattered when Li Yili is taken to Xingtai.

But it seemed only she, the undercover agent, was anxious. El and the others were busy sorting through Instas's receipts, and Josephine was busy building submarines, even though no one would commission the Fire Elf Steelworks to build submarines right now.

Alma then thought of the reforms Josephine had mentioned.

She didn't know what kind of change Josephine was referring to, how it would take place, or what it would bring. The future of Instas was shrouded in a thick fog.

Chapter 171 [Just Like That] Wish

Extra time is the best opportunity for self-reflection.

But as a man who is extremely busy, Li Yili rarely has any spare time. After finishing his work, he has to go home and deal with the endless family matters. His schedule is packed every day. Instead of having time for self-reflection, he might as well change his posture or take a long nap to recover his energy.

Now, his extra time fills his day, and no one bothers him. He can sleep well, just like how eating too much will cause a stomachache. After sleeping too much, all that's left is a headache. So now he can indulge in self-reflection.

But Abel's farewell left him feeling very unsettled.

"Never mind, let's continue... Hey, hey, hey, this is Bishop Azavet's dungeon."

Just as Li Yili was thinking of simply going back to sleep, a figure appeared in front of the dungeon door and, without any hesitation, stepped into the dungeon. Ignoring Li Yili's look of wanting some peace and quiet, the figure forcefully entered Li Yili's private space and squeezed her to sit on the ground.

“Mr. Li Yili, it seems that our first meeting was similar,” Heidi said, resting her chin on her left hand and smiling brightly as she raised her right hand to poke Li Yili’s face. “But Mr. Li Yili looks quite down on his luck. You are the famous King in Yellow.”

Li Yili pinched the bridge of her nose. "So, Miss Heidi, what are you doing here all of a sudden? If you're here to kick me when I'm down, then I can only say that you've succeeded, Miss Heidi."

“How could that be… Even if you forget me, Mr. Li Yili, I will never forget.”

Heidi leaned forward, almost pressing her entire body against Li Yili's, and her right hand decisively grabbed Li Yili's wrist and pressed it against her chest.

“You’ve won. You can make a wish to me, regardless of human relations or moral values, driven purely by desire.”

Heidi, like a seductive siren, kept getting closer to Li Yili, and Li Yili could even feel Heidi's increasingly hot breath.

"If you don't have any ideas for the time being, I can give you some direction."

Heidi leaned close to Li Yili's ear and whispered something softly against it.

"You can make me your mistress, just say the word, even here, I'm ready to go anytime."

Li Yili raised her eyes and turned her head away to avoid Heidi's uncharacteristically sweet words.

"Miss Heidi really understands my character."

“Before I came here, that’s what I thought,” Heidi leaned back, “but it seems I was too arrogant. But it’s a good wish. You can also add the prefix ‘I love you wholeheartedly’ to it. That way, I will do everything I can to get you out of here, you King in Yellow. Once we’re in the sea, it won’t be up to Bishop Azawi.”

"I'm really touched. Now I understand the significance of this wish."

Li Yili tried to sit to the side, but Heidi immediately followed her. She tried several more times, but ultimately failed because she was squeezed into the corner by Heidi and could not move.

So? What is your wish?

Heidi pressed Li Yili with a coercive force, putting Li Yili under immense pressure. Normally...

His and Heidi's roles might be switched.

“Miss Heidi, don’t you think that this kind of coercion will only provoke my irrational side and make you feel embarrassed to make a wish?”

Faced with Li Yili's well-intentioned advice, Heidi blinked and asked seriously in return.

"Is there any wish that would be more humiliating for me than to become your mistress who loves you wholeheartedly?"

Li Yili fell silent.

To be fair, this wish is really comprehensive, and if there are no problems, he might actually make this wish to Heidi.

“Eh… really? Let me think…” Li Yili’s eyes darted away. “Then don’t be human anymore. In the sea, do whatever you want, and don’t care about what other people think.”

Heidi was startled and stared intently at Li Yili's profile. Li Yili didn't say anything, and time passed quietly, finally ending with a soft sigh from Heidi.

“Li Yili, I admit that it’s very difficult for me to become your mistress who loves you wholeheartedly. I might lose my temper and twist your head off halfway through. But just now, I’ve been a little bit attracted to you,” Heidi said, fidgeting with her fingers. “It’s not impossible for me to develop a relationship with you wholeheartedly, but of course, being a mistress is out of the question.”

Heidi paused, then confirmed again.

Are you sure this is enough?

“This is not… just such a wish,” Li Yili closed her eyes and stopped speaking.

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"Eh—did Mr. Li Yili really say that?!"

Jones and his crew of pirates crowded under the ship's wheel, looking up in astonishment at Heidi, who was holding the wheel with her left hand and carrying a bottle of rum in her right.

"Unbelievable!"

Although it was somewhat disrespectful, Jones was prepared for Heidi to not be back until tomorrow, and had even discussed with the others about preparing a bunch of fish on the boat to help their dear boss cover up some of the smell.

"Boss, you wouldn't..." Jones hesitated for a moment before cautiously probing, "...taking advantage of Mr. Li Yili's predicament..."

Jones didn't say anything more, but the other pirates understood and nodded subconsciously.

Heidi's lips twitched slightly. "Do I look like that?"

"Of course not! But, cough cough cough—it's exactly what happens in these kinds of situations, right—"

Jones glanced at them, and the other pirates immediately reacted, mumbling vague responses and dodging the question.

"Yeah, yeah."

"After all, that's what it is."

"Yes, yes, yes—"

Heidi let out a long sigh of relief. "I gave him advice, even if he wanted me to be his mistress who loved him wholeheartedly."

"Hey!!! Boss, you can't just give up like this! The brothers will think you're really trying to retire! Well—although, boss, you certainly don't have a man—"

Before Jones could finish speaking, the empty rum bottle collided with his forehead with a crisp cracking sound. Jones fell straight to the ground with a thud. The pirates who had moved aside earlier blinked, and after a brief silence, they all turned to look at Heidi with sincere expressions.

"Whatever conclusion you reach, boss, we will support you!"

Heidi lowered her hand, gently rocked the boat a few times from side to side with the rudder, then touched her hair and smiled calmly.

"What kind of pirates are they if they no longer roam freely at sea?"

After thinking for a while, the pirates suddenly realized what was going on and raised their hands in cheers.

Jones rubbed his head, swayed as he stood up, and raised his hand to ask, "Boss, when do we set off?"

"Well..."

Heidi looked up and smiled sweetly.

"It was on the day Li Yili was executed."

Chapter 172 The King in Yellow

"Mr. Li Yili, it's time."

Li Yili raised her hand to rub her forehead and looked up. The brightly lit dungeon door was filled with priests dressed in black. At the front, Bishop Servi, dressed in red, was holding a yellow raincoat. When he saw Li Yili wake up, he threw it away and wiped his hands with disgust.

"No, King in Yellow, it's time for your execution."

Li Yili leaned against the wall to get up, pressed her neck and twisted it from side to side, "There's no one else here."

Before Servi could speak, Balan, who was standing behind him, immediately squeezed out and sneered, "King in Yellow, I advise you not to do anything unnecessary!"

Li Yili rolled her eyes, bent down to pick up the yellow raincoat from the ground and put it on, then took out a clean mask without a single mark from her pocket and put it on her face.

"Is this okay?"

The seamless mask made Selvi subconsciously frown and look at Balan beside him. Balan paused for a moment, then leaned close to Selvi's ear and whispered, "Because he is the King in Yellow."

Servi suddenly understood, nodded, turned around, and raised his hand. The other priests quickly circled around Li Yili from both sides. Even though Li Yili repeatedly emphasized that she would not run away or resist, the priests coldly grabbed Li Yili's shoulders.