Sir! Don't close the net!

"Didn't you see their eyes?" Li Yili raised her hand and waved it.

Puss was startled and turned to look. Nemo on the white horse had a heartbroken expression on his face, and the people around the white horse, whether they were from the Triad or homeless, were all staring at Nemo. Puss saw longing in their eyes, but what they longed for was definitely not so-called fairness.

They want differential treatment.

The sudden blurring of class distinctions between the homeless and the residents made the normal residents feel a sense of crisis, and caused the homeless to become restless.

How can homeless people ride roughshod over normal residents?

This deeply ingrained and self-evident common sense is shaken by Nemo's appearance, and may even be reversed.

"Isn't this terrible! Won't this affect little Miss Anne?" Puss was getting anxious; he could already foresee the chaos that would ensue in the next triplet.

Whether they are homeless or normal residents, they will all go on a rampage because of differential treatment.

“Really? It’s just that those who want something for nothing are even less secretive about it,” Li Yili waved her hand. “Don’t underestimate little Miss Anne, and don’t underestimate those who follow her. What you’re doing is much greater and more remarkable than you can imagine.”

"Eh? Is that so? Cough cough cough—I didn't expect you to say something like that, Mr. Yellow Raincoat," Puss said, his face turning slightly red. He coughed heavily and then put his hands behind his head to complain.

"Oh, that doesn't include you."

"That's outrageous!"

Nemo, riding on his white horse, turned his head to look in Li Yili's direction, his brows furrowing slightly.

Chapter Forty: Divergence

After listening to Puss's report, Anne let out a long sigh and closed the book in her hands.

"First, they looted a jewelry store in the street, and now they're robbing a resident's house at night, causing a family of five to disappear in San Die Quan..."

"Is this the price for enjoying the good fortune you bring, Mr. Yellow Raincoat?"

"Hey, hey, hey—don't try to shift the blame onto me, okay?" Li Yili complained, raising her hands above her head.

“Of course I know that,” Anne grinned. “The conflict between residents and homeless people has existed for a long time, but it has only been exacerbated by the activities of the Wasteland Royal Family.”

"So, little Miss Anne, what should we do?" Puss glanced at Li Yili and muttered under his breath.

Anne frowned and thought for a moment before raising her index finger. "That depends on what happens next."

"What's next?"

“I’m afraid there will be protests,” Anne said, resting her chin on her left hand and tapping the table with her right index finger. “The food problem will soon come to light, and the situation might even be worse than we expect.”

After such an incident, most businesses in the San Die Quan area will likely put up signs at their entrances saying "Homeless people not allowed."

Annie paused, then grinned.

"Then the homeless can rob those stores with even more justification, since they've already been driven to the brink."

"No, no way..." Puss swallowed hard.

“That depends on the White Horse Knight’s attitude toward this matter,” Li Yili said, crossing her legs and spreading her hands to her sides. “If he resolves the current conflict fairly, the treatment of the homeless may be worse, but the homeless will also lose the confidence to rob shops on the street.”

This is obviously impossible. The royal family and nobles of the wasteland would not care about the people of the Triassic. The wasteland royal family and nobles just do not have real control over the wasteland. Normal royal family and nobles still have power and can carry out all kinds of diplomacy. Allocating some funds to improve the quality of life of wasteland residents is just a matter of snapping their fingers.

But they didn't do that, and they weren't even happy to show up for charity, so the residents of the Triassic Circle didn't even know who the royal family was.

“But in any case, this is not something you can change; that’s just how things are,” Li Yili yawned deeply. “Mr. Puss, this is advice from the friendly Mr. Yellow Raincoat: instead of worrying about these things, you should read a book.”

"Why did you specifically give me this advice!" Puss said angrily, his face turning red.

“It’s probably because you’re always so easily startled, Mr. Puss,” Anne added bluntly.

"How could this be—"

“Alright, Mr. Puss, stop wriggling around like a noodle,” Anne handed the book to Puss and waved it up and down, “Let everyone try to remember as much as possible what’s in this book.”

Puss walked listlessly to Annie, took the book from her hand, and touched the cover with some surprise.

“Little Miss Anne…this book, and the previous ones…”

As he spoke, Pus glanced at Li Yili, whose hands were behind her head, and said nothing more. He then turned and left the clothing store filled with all sorts of outdated clothes, carrying his book.

With Puss gone, the entire clothing store suddenly became incredibly quiet and deserted.

Li Yili stared intently at Annie with her hands behind her head, while Annie, as if trying to escape, turned to the side, flipping through a book without uttering a sound.

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"Lord Nemo, these homeless people are really going too far! Do you know what they did last night? They broke into someone's house and kicked a family of five out of their own home! And now they're occupying their house!"

The chef, whose right eye looked as if he had been punched hard, angrily swung the spatula in his hand.

He didn't actually know that family of five; he was just worried that he would be next.

"We didn't do it! We would never do that!"

The homeless man, wrapped in a tattered scarf, retorted angrily.

Actually, he envied Ryan and the others who had taken over a house. Life in the sewers wasn't easy, but he just didn't have the guts. The reason he was shouting like that now was simply because he didn't want to be able to do it when he had the courage.

Nemo, at the very center of the conflict, felt utterly speechless and impatient. Born in the millennium and an aristocrat, his time was extremely precious. If the Wasteland Royal Family hadn't found an opportunity to reverse the power dynamics between themselves and the Cult of Steam and Steel, he wouldn't have squeezed among the Triple Circle people and listened to their nonsense.

If he weren't riding a horse, breathing the air above the heads of the three-tiered circle people, he would probably be vomiting right now.

If he could, he would have liked to end this commotion by saying it was all the fault of the Cult of Steam and Steel, but Count Wilson Parr was coming soon, and he had to stir up trouble in the Triassic Circle and get the Cult of Steam and Steel into the mess.

"That's enough—"

Nemo raised his sword and clashed it against his arm guard. The crisp sound, accompanied by dazzling sparks, brought an end to the endless arguing. Everyone stared blankly at Nemo, who was riding on his horse.

"I understand what you mean. First of all, there are no homeless people in the wasteland! There are only pitiful people who are homeless because of the system!"

The residents of the three-tiered circle were stunned, staring at Nemo with wide eyes and disbelief, while the homeless people, after a brief moment of stunned silence, revealed their eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

"The nights in the Triassic Circle are dangerous! These homeless people are just seeking help from those who can to save them in order to survive! Why are you keeping the doors and windows tightly shut?! Don't you know how dangerous the nights in the Triassic Circle are right now?!"

“They have sewers to stay in!” a resident of San Die Quan couldn’t help but shout.

"They are human beings! They are citizens of the wasteland! How could you let them live in the filthy sewers!?"

The residents of San Die Quan who shouted opened their mouths, but for a moment they didn't know how to answer.

Nemo is right. How can anyone live in a filthy sewer? Sewers are not meant for living in.

But is it really appropriate for Nemo, a millennial aristocrat, to say this?

They were just a group of residents from the San Die community who barely passed the minimum standard. Even if someone shouted at them, "You actually let them live in the filthy sewers?!" they couldn't possibly say, "Fine, then give up our houses." And ultimately, these San Die residents didn't have the capacity to create so many homeless people.

But they dared not confront Nemo, the Millennium.

The nobles complained, but the smug looks from the vagrants infuriated them.

So on that day, almost all the shops in the San Die Quan area put up signs that read "Homeless people are not allowed to enter".

Chapter 41 She was trying to explain for us, right?

In the classroom that didn't exist in space, a dozen people were discussing a book for a while. A middle-aged man with obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a blank left eye looked at Puss with a somewhat subtle expression.

“Mr. Puss’s book… is quite different from what we’ve learned before.”

Another woman, who looked to be in her early thirties, also looked worried.

"In less than two days, is it really possible to make it in time?"

Puss scratched the back of his head, hesitated for a while, and then laughed somewhat awkwardly, "What little Miss Anne means is... well, just memorize it first, and try to remember as much of the content in the book as possible."

Perhaps feeling that he lacked confidence in his speech, Puss couldn't help but emphasize it.

"Miss Anne would never harm anyone."

"Of course we know that."

"Mr. Puss, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Miss Anne possibly harm us?"

"It's our own problem that we failed the exam, not Miss Anne's problem."

"That's right……"

Faced with the comments from those around him, Puss pulled his cowboy hat down further and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

He seemed to have asked a very unnecessary question.

“I’m just… a little worried about Miss Anne. This isn’t like her at all…” The middle-aged man who spoke first flipped through the books that Puss had brought, and then pulled out another book that they had used to study yesterday and put it next to the books.

Although every page of the newly brought books was marked with various annotations and suggestions, it was somewhat messy and rushed. The layout was hasty, some annotations were noticeably smaller, and the content of the notes was mostly vague, as if they were going around in circles. It seemed that the person making the notes did not consider that everyone's comprehension ability was different. On the other hand, the old books they usually used, although they showed obvious signs of being read and looked at for a long time, had very beautiful and concise notes that pointed out the core of the problem, as if someone was teaching them step by step.

"Miss Anne, has something happened to you lately? Could it be... because of what's going on now?" Another woman subconsciously touched her hair, her face full of worry.

“How could that be! With me here, what could possibly happen to little Miss Anne!” Puss raised his hand and patted his chest forcefully.

In an instant, Puss received many skeptical glances.

Puss's lips twitched slightly. "I'm not joking!"

“I know you’re not joking, Mr. Puss, ha…”

Why are you sighing!?

"In any case, Mr. Puss asks you to tell Miss Anne," the middle-aged man patted Puss on the shoulder, "that she doesn't need to worry too much about us."

"Yeah yeah."

"We are actually quite happy now."

Puss adjusted his hat, pursed his lips, and pulled the hat down further to cover his eyes. "Little Miss Anne has her own things she's passionate about."

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"Homeless? Get out of here! We don't have anything extra to sell to homeless people!"

Lorne Sitch, who was being roughly driven away by the shopkeeper, couldn't help but raise his fist and swing it in anger. The shopkeeper who drove them away was not to be outdone and swung his rolling pin in return. His fierce expression made it seem as if he would smash their heads with the rolling pin if Lorne and Sitch dared to take a step closer.

If it were just one person, Lorne and Sitch wouldn't be afraid, of course, but the shop owners of the surrounding shops and other residents of the Triple Circle all poked their heads out and stared at them.

"Damn it—we're not refusing to pay! We have money!" Lorne shrank back, pulled money out of his pocket, and waved it at the shopkeeper who was holding up a rolling pin.

"Who knows where you homeless people get your money from! Do you homeless people even have proper jobs?!" The shop owner then poked the sign hanging on the shop door with a rolling pin, saying, "Homeless people are not allowed." "Didn't you see this?"

Before Lorne and Sitch could answer, the shopkeeper slammed the door shut.

Lorne and Sitch looked ashen-faced.

They were quite happy when Nemo openly favored the homeless community. Although they didn't intend to rob anyone, the feeling of being part of a special group with powerful backers was still very enjoyable.

But now, looking at the sign that reads "Homeless people are not allowed," they don't feel happy at all; in fact, they start to feel angry.