Sir! Don't close the net!

The homeless in San Die Quan are now forming gangs and dividing up the sewers where they spend the night.

The homeless are the most insecure group in the San Die community. To gain their support, you must demonstrate the confidence to provide them with a sense of security.

Simply put, it's about pretending, forcing yourself to pretend in a ridiculously exaggerated way.

The act of bowing down to the residents of San Die Quan after making such a threatening statement in front of so many people is the same as, or even worse than, exposing one's boast on the spot. Even if everyone is the same, people will laugh at the one who stood out, and the other homeless people who are forming cliques will mostly use them as a comparison to boast that they will never bow down.

If they stubbornly refuse to back down, they will most likely be beaten up and become a laughing stock among the homeless community. It's far better than hoping to gain the trust of other homeless people and band together to occupy a sewer.

Shirley couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

This is probably what they mean by "it's over before it even begins".

"Everyone..."

Just as Shirley was about to bow her head and apologize on Carly's behalf, Carly glared at the Triassic residents who looked like they were about to fight.

"What are you doing?! You want to fight?! Come on—haven't you warmed up enough?!"

The residents of the three-fold circle, who were rolling up their sleeves, froze.

They never intended to actually fight these homeless people, because these homeless people dared to confront them directly.

"Damn it—he's just a homeless man!"

A hot-tempered man cursed and pushed his way through the crowd. Just as he was about to rush over and beat Carly up, a magnificent white horse galloped in and blocked his way. The rider on horseback raised his head and shouted arrogantly.

"I am a knight of Earl Wilson—"

Chapter Thirty-Two: There are no homeless people here! You're slandering me!

Earl Wilson?

Everyone present, including Puss, who was trembling and loading bullets for Dio while hiding around the corner, was stunned.

白马骑士很满意其他人错愕的表情，看了一眼卡莉等人，拉着白马的缰绳旋身落地，相当浮夸的摘下白手套啪的一声摔在了之前打算去揍卡莉的男人的身上。

"In the name of Earl Wilson, I challenge you to a duel!"

The man instinctively caught his slipping white glove, staring blankly at the white-horse knight. But when the white-horse knight drew a sword with a clang, the man realized what was happening and took a step back, his face pale.

"I refuse! Why do you want to duel me! I haven't done anything wrong!"

By the way, who are you?!

The man suppressed the urge to curse aloud. Although he couldn't recall who Earl Wilson was, he had never seen such a white horseman in the Triassic Circle, nor had he ever heard of such a fellow in the Jurassic Circle. He was most likely from the Cretaceous Circle, or even the capital, Millennium.

That was someone he, a resident of the Tri-Circle, could absolutely not afford to offend, and this white-horse knight had a sword! A sword!

"Hmph—you not only bully the weak, but also slander the wasteland royal family!" the white knight sneered.

The man was startled, and his head tilted slightly to the side; the others around him had the same reaction.

"Slander?! Don't make baseless accusations! I never slandered the Wasteland Royal Family!" The man looked incredulous; he hadn't even mentioned the Wasteland Royal Family.

"Hmph—the Wasteland Royal Family promises fair treatment to everyone who chooses the Wasteland! How could there be homeless people!" the White Horse Knight demanded sharply. "And you dare to call these two ladies homeless? Aren't you just slandering and defaming the Wasteland Royal Family?!"

The man felt a tightness in his chest, and, suppressing the urge to vomit blood, raised his hand towards Carly and Xue.

Li pointed away.

"What are they if not homeless people!?"

The white knight turned to look at Carly and Sherry, and after a brief silence, clutched his chest armor and roared with grief and indignation, "I'm sorry—although the royal family has repeatedly stated that religion should do what religion should do, the Cult of Steam and Steel has gone its own way, using its contributions to the wasteland to interfere with the government. It is because the royal family is too indecisive towards its meritorious officials that the two ladies have ended up in this situation."

"Ah~ I am so sad, but ladies, and everyone else who is temporarily without a place to stay, you don't need to worry. The Wasteland Royal Family has never forgotten its promise, so Earl Wilson will be coming to the Triassic Circle to seek justice for everyone who has been treated unfairly!"

The white knight turned and pointed his sword at the bewildered man.

"You have only two choices: either fight me to the death and prove yourself right, or apologize to these two ladies!"

The man's expression twisted instantly. Although he said he had two choices, let's not even talk about how he could defeat the White Horse Knight with a sword with his bare hands. The White Horse Knight had been slandering and defaming the royal family all along. If he really dueled with the White Horse Knight, wouldn't that confirm his desire to deny the wasteland royal family that the White Horse Knight represented?

The man's lips trembled, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Carly and Sherry. Under the gaze of the White Horse Knight, he forced a smile and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, you are not, not homeless people."

After saying that, the man turned around and rushed out, pushing aside the other residents who were frozen in place in the triple circle.

The white knight frowned in displeasure, but showed no intention of giving chase. He raised his sword and looked at the other residents of the Triple Circle, shouting loudly, "The Wasteland Royal Family accepts any question from any Wasteland resident, regardless of your status. You may challenge me to a duel!"

The other residents of the Triassic Circle present averted their gazes and cursed under their breath. Even if they had a hundred lives, they wouldn't dare to duel with the White Horse Knight who had a sword in his hand and men behind him.

"Ladies, you don't need to worry anymore."

Looking at the white-horse knight in front of her, Shirley blinked and tilted her head.

"Huh? Huh!!! You, me, this... Carly, what?"

Realizing what had happened, Sherry took a few steps back in a panic and looked at Carly for help.

Carly opened her mouth. To be honest, she was prepared to be beaten up by that man. She had thought that the conflict between the homeless and the residents of the Triple Circle would break out and stop the man from beating her up, or completely intensify the discrimination chain between the homeless and the residents. But she never thought that a white knight from the wasteland royal family would come to her rescue.

Carly recalled Harry's pitch that night.

Princess Penny of the Wasteland Royal Family secretly gathers troops and consolidates her power, attempting to restore her royal authority.

This is further compounded by the fact that the white knight in front of him constantly slanders and defames the royal family.

Carly realized something, and instead of begging humbly or demanding ungratefully, she emphasized in a tone that sought help.

"We...have nowhere to stay."

The homeless people who hadn't left yet stared wide-eyed, and even Shirley held Carly's arm, looking very nervous.

They were just homeless people after all, she still remembered what the white knight had said.

Although the royal family has repeatedly stated that religions should do what they are supposed to do, the Cult of Steam and Steel has gone its own way, using its contributions to the wasteland to interfere with the government. It is precisely because the royal family is too indecisive towards its meritorious subjects that the two ladies have ended up in this situation.

This is essentially a conflict between the Wasteland Royal Family and the Cult of Steam and Steel. They were already very lucky to have escaped a severe beating, and they shouldn't continue to get involved.

"This is indeed a sad thing. It is our responsibility. Ladies, do not worry, Earl Wilson will resolve this matter soon."

"Oh no—this is getting complicated!"

Puss, who had been eavesdropping around the corner, instinctively sensed something was wrong. He adjusted his cowboy hat, turned around, and disappeared into the darkness of the alley, taking a shortcut back to the clothing store hidden in the crowded Diagon Alley.

“That’s the situation—” After explaining the situation in as much detail as possible, Puss took off his cowboy hat embroidered with the world, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put it back on, and looked at Anne with a tense expression, whose brows were furrowed. “What should we do? Why did that Earl Wilson jump out at this time! Will it affect our plans?”

Anne raised her hand and waved it, "Don't ask so many questions at once."

"Oh……"

After thinking for a while, Annie exhaled and turned to look at Li Yili, who was sprawled on the sofa like a mascot, eating bread.

"Mr. Yellow Raincoat, is this also the 'good luck' you brought?"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Selling at a Low Price and Perseverance

"Earl Wilson? What's that?"

Li Yili tilted her raccoon head to the side with both hands.

Puss opened his mouth; perhaps at this moment he should have panicked and shouted, "Do you know what you're saying? That's Earl Wilson!", but actually...

He had never heard of Earl Wilson either.

Anne glanced at Li Yili, then at Puss, who was trying to look cool with his hat on, and after a long silence, she sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Wilson Parr, in the twentieth year since the Cult of Steam and Steel began building the wasteland..."

He became a part of the wasteland, later married the king's sister to solidify his position, and then took root and flourished there, continuing to this day.

"To emphasize their close relationship with the royal family, the head of the Parr family has always been named Wilson Parr, and their life goal has been to marry the king's sister."

Li Yili raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like a good-for-nothing."

“Under the rule of the Cult of Steam and Steel, more than half of the royal family and nobility are good-for-nothings,” Anne said, spreading her hands, her words incredibly sharp. “But fortunately, they are good-for-nothings, so they can’t see the situation clearly. They are very confident, thinking that the Cult of Steam and Steel can’t do anything to them. They are always ready to overthrow the Cult of Steam and Steel’s covert control over the wasteland and become the true masters of the wasteland.”

Annie paused, then grinned.

"This fire gave them an opportunity, so they rushed out of Millennium without hesitation. However, the White Knights... were indeed quite simple and brutal, but it has to be said that they were very effective. At least the Triple Circle will be disrupted."

“Oh, oh, oh—” Pus nodded vigorously.

Although he still didn't quite understand the situation, he could tell that Annie was in a good mood, which meant that their situation was good.

"So, should we now contact that Earl Wilson?" Puss asked, raising his hand. "Judging from what that White Horse Knight said, Earl Wilson will be arriving at Triassic Circle soon."

"Well..."

Annie frowned, pondered for a moment, and then turned to look at Li Yili.

“Then let’s make the contact,” Li Yili said, spreading her hands to her sides. “Earl Wilson, and the wasteland royal family and nobles behind him, are eager to make their presence felt in front of the wasteland inhabitants. They should welcome you very much.”

"Even though it has become a conglomerate, the Cult of Steam and Steel has no intention of usurping the wasteland. The Wasteland Royal Family is still the nominal ruler of the wasteland. If the Wasteland Royal Family were to act in the name of the ruler of the wasteland, given the cautious nature of the Cult of Steam and Steel, they might try to sabotage it in secret, but their actions would definitely not be too significant."

Li Yili paused, then tilted her head towards Aditi's direction.

"After all, the Wasteland Royal Family's [reliable] allies are still watching from outside the city walls."

"That's right! With the help of the Wasteland Royal Family, we can infiltrate not only the Jurassic Circle, but even the Cretaceous Circle!" Puss's eyes lit up.

"Hmm—I guess we should just let this go."

Anne nodded, leaned back, and placed her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair.

"Oh, oh, oh—I'm going to find that white horse to ride right now..."

Puss, who had already opened the door, froze on the spot, stiffly turning his head to look at Annie.

"Eh?"

"Let's leave it at that. We don't need to contact that Earl Wilson. Even if he tries to reach out, we should politely decline."

Anne's serious expression was like a needle, pricking a tiny hole in Puss's inflated ego. The standoff lasted less than a minute before Puss deflated, closing the door behind him with a bitter expression. "Little Miss Anne, I don't understand... the wasteland royal family—"

"Even if they are being sidelined by the God of Steam and Steel, they are still royalty, a powerful and influential family that we Triassic people can't reach. If they are willing to help, the tightrope we are walking on will become wider than Diagon Alley outside."

"So the righteous sheriff has decided to become a lackey of the powerful?" Annie tilted her head.

Puss choked immediately, instinctively taking off his cowboy hat and pressing it to his chest. After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly put the hat back on. "Little Miss Anne, I was just worried about your health, your leg..."

“It doesn’t matter, I’ve never regretted it,” Anne said calmly.

"Furthermore, I don't believe that we can achieve our goals by relying on the Wasteland Royal Family. They are merely vying for control of the Wasteland with the Cult of Steam and Steel. The Royal Family has never taken the Triassic Residents seriously; they despise them from the bottom of their hearts."

"It was the Church of Steam and Steel that built those city walls, but the royal family never stopped it, and even enjoyed the vanity that came with this symbol of class."

Puss pulled the brim of his cowboy hat down further and stopped talking.

“I have no intention of selling my pride and principles to these guys.”