Sir! Don't close the net!

"This incredible phenomenon...it's simply unbelievable!"

Malfoy leaned on the railing, gazing at the rich distance, his pupils seemingly reflecting the ongoing protests of the Triassic Circles.

Harry, leaning against the railing to Malfoy's left, raised his head with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. "Calm down, Malfoy. This is all within our expectations."

“You did say that, but this… this is just too incredible!” Malfoy gripped the railing with his right hand and pointed forcefully in the direction of the Triple Circle with his left. “It’s only been a few days?! A culture that has never existed before! A unique phenomenon that is unimaginable to exist has appeared in the wasteland!”

"Ha—hahaha—it's like a madman's feast!"

"I see... I understand now! That's why you let that homeless man burn down the factory!"

Malfoy's face was beaming with a maniacal smile.

"Because that homeless man came into contact with Him! His thoughts have been corrupted, no! His spirit has been transformed in that homeless man! And now that transformed spirit of the homeless man is influencing more and more people!"

“Calm down, Malfoy, this is just the beginning,” Harry said, though he was also smiling, but he wasn’t as agitated as Malfoy; he remained calm.

"I know, calm down, calm down, phew—"

At Harry's prompting, Malfoy raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously. After taking a few deep breaths, he slammed his hand heavily on the railing, his eyes burning with fanatical light.

"We were able to survive... no, we were chosen!"

"Judging by the time, that good-for-nothing Wilson should be close to the third lap of the ladder by now. Damn it—I'm actually starting to think that even that good-for-nothing can get things done," Malfoy couldn't help but clench his fist.

“Next is the exam on Sunday,” Harry said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “This time, we need to get a lot of people through that exam. Malfoy, you… no, you come with me to the Triple Circle Church.”

"Huh? Ah? Putting aside whether they have the ability or not, don't tell me you sympathize with them," Malfoy said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Harry glanced at Malfoy, then turned and coldly uttered a single sentence.

"This is His will."

Chapter 44 We are not homeless, just poor people

On Sunday, the gates of the Triple Circle and the Jura Circle, which were always closed and seemed like mere decorations, opened amidst the noisy sound of cannons. The residents of the Triple Circle looked on with puzzled expressions as various colorful ribbons sprayed out from behind the gates. Amidst the fluttering ribbons, four magnificent white horses galloped forward side by side, followed by an extravagantly luxurious open-top carriage that entered the Triple Circle in a grand procession.

Inside the open carriage, a bloated, greasy middle-aged man leaned against the firm cushions, with a scantily clad, glamorous woman on each side of his obese body, holding a fruit platter with a fawning expression.

Li Yili, who was drawn by the grand spectacle, immediately noticed the extravagant entrance show and began to criticize it.

"The appearance of this man has set society back at least a hundred years."

“Mr. Yellow Raincoat, it’s rare that we share the same opinion,” Puss said, adjusting his cowboy hat with a furrowed brow.

Wilson Parr, seemingly pleased with the serious reaction of the Triassic residents, raised the corners of his mouth in a smirk.

He was smiling brightly, and Li Yili genuinely felt that Earl Wilson looked like he was missing a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.

“Justice, sheriff, don’t you think this is an opportunity?” Li Yili raised her hand and gripped Pus’s shoulder tightly. Her left hand quietly touched Pus’s chest, and her fingers tightened to grasp the revolver named Dio that Pus had hidden in his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Puss felt a sudden tightness in his buttocks and instinctively waved his arms to try to break free, but it was as if he was trapped in a swamp; the more he struggled, the less he could escape.

"What do you think would happen if Earl Wilson were shot dead at this time?" Li Yili said quietly.

Puss was taken aback at first, but after carefully considering what Li Yili said, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He glanced at the exaggerated scene and roared in a low voice, "Are you crazy! Those are millennial nobles!"

“Mr. Puss, when a man absolutely cannot back down, do you think this Wilson Parr is here in Triassic Circle to do good deeds?” Li Yili rolled her eyes. “You just need to aim at his head and pull the trigger—”

Puss swallowed hard and subconsciously turned his head to look in Wilson Parr's direction.

Now, looking at everyone around him, it was clear that Earl Wilson Parr was not very capable. He was scrutinizing the people around him with a rather arrogant expression, leaving the room wide open. Even he could easily take down Earl Wilson Parr with a single shot.

Li Yili is right. Wilson Parr didn't come to the Triassic to do good; he came to make it even more chaotic.

“This…” Puss’s eyes darted away.

"Then the new Wilson Parr will appear in the Triassic."

Annie's voice came from behind Li Yili and Pus.

Anne pushed her wheelchair past Li Yili, caught a falling ribbon, squeezed it, and tossed it behind her with a cold laugh. "Although I personally prefer to get rid of this cancer now."

Pus breathed a sigh of relief, and taking advantage of the moment when Li Yili wasn't holding him so tightly around the waist, he squeezed his way out, adjusted his cowboy hat, and leaned down behind Annie. "Little Miss Annie, this Earl Wilson Parr won't be a problem for us, will he?"

“How could he possibly get in our way? We’re just going to church to take the exam for the Church of Steam and Steel,” Anne waved her hand. “But it’s perfect, this guy will attract the attention of most people in the Triassic Circle, so we don’t have to worry about any problems on the way.”

Li Yili glanced at Annie, put her hands behind her back, and turned around to blend into the crowd without making a sound.

"Did you hear that, yellow rain...? Where is everyone?! Little Miss Anne and Mr. Yellow Raincoat have disappeared!"

Puss turned his head but did not see Li Yili's figure. This made Puss nervously look in the direction of Earl Wilson Pal, fearing that the fat pig would be blown to the head in the next second while he was smiling.

Anne glanced sideways and shook her head. "Don't worry about it. If he really meant it, he wouldn't have encouraged you to shoot Earl Wilson Parr. He just wanted to see you shoot Earl Wilson. Since you hesitated and didn't do it, he naturally left."

“Ugh…this guy is awful,” Puss muttered instinctively.

Annie opened her mouth, exhaled a tired breath, and said, "It's almost time for our appointment, let's go."

"Oh right, right—that's the most important thing!"

Puss quickly nodded, turned Anne's wheelchair around, and pushed her toward the church. As they passed Diagon Alley, Puss nodded toward the burly man sitting in front of a shop, hawking his wares. The man immediately put away what he was holding, turned around, and rang a bell beside him. The clear sound of the bell flowed like a clear spring through the mud into the depths of Diagon Alley.

Soon a group of people squeezed out of the narrow and crowded Diagon Alley, each with thick notebooks tucked under their arms, and each with dark circles under their eyes and bloodshot eyes.

"Aren't you guys overusing people?" Puss opened his mouth, unable to resist complaining.

Anne glanced to the side, turned her wheelchair, and led the people who had come out of Diagon Alley toward the church. Before long, they met another group of people.

Most of them were dressed in rags, and their bodies reeked of the stench of someone who hadn't bathed for days. If you looked closely, you could see tiny insects jumping around in their messy hair. This was the typical image of homeless people in San Die Quan. However, these people had arrogant eyes and didn't look like pitiful people who had to wander because of the various uncontrollable forces of life.

And the leader of these people was Carly.

Carly noticed that Carly and the others didn't look like homeless people, and Carly also noticed that Annie and the others didn't look like normal Triassic residents.

Their clothes were neat but worn, and many of them had obvious disabilities, especially Anne, who was in a wheelchair and had no legs.

“Where are you going? Earl Wilson is in that direction,” Carly pointed behind Anne, “He will be giving justice to the homeless today.”

“We’re going to church for our exam,” Anne replied calmly.

"take an exam?"

"puff--"

"Hey, hey, hey—there are actually people who believe they can pass that exam."

The homeless men around Carly burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs.

Puss's forehead veins are bulging

Suddenly, he reached his right hand into the inside pocket of his clothes.

“You should join us,” Carly said, her gaze lingering on Anne’s empty dress for a moment before she reached out her hand to Anne. “You can make us more…powerful.”

“We’re not homeless,” Anne said, raising her hand to block Puss’s view, her expression incredibly serious. “We’re just poor people.”

"Then you should be more confident."

Chapter 45 She was replaced

The Cult of Steam and Steel's exams in the Triassic Circle are not complicated, requiring only two things: either a certain level of creativity or a certain level of learning ability. The simpler and easier the format, the more likely it is to generate exaggerated difficulty. Even the exams in the Cretaceous Circle only have these two requirements.

However, the further outward and backward the zone, the lower the requirements become, and a hidden third requirement is added: memorization. Understanding is not required; as long as one can memorize the content of a certain aspect, one can pass the exam. The scope of the Steam and Steel God Cult's exam will never exceed the knowledge within the circle.

If you could memorize all the books published by the Cult of Steam and Steel within the Triassic Circle, you would definitely pass the exam. However, even within the Triassic Circle, the Cult of Steam and Steel publishes a wide variety of books covering a broad range of topics. Making a living in the Triassic Circle while memorizing everything is incredibly difficult. The difficulty of memorizing the content through learning is even greater than memorizing it.

Anne was not lying.

Before Li Yili appeared, she really had no plan at all. She couldn't let those who were willing to believe in her be without any direction and just stuff all those books into their heads. That would be too hopeless. So she chose to teach, teaching those who were willing to believe in her little by little.

But then Li Yili appeared, and she had her own plans.

When the exam paper landed in front of her, Annie knew her plan had succeeded, but she felt no joy or satisfaction. She heard a series of soft exclamations from behind her, and she could feel the gazes of those who trusted her.

Anne bent down.

In the alley opposite the church, Rebecca leaned against the wall, constantly peering towards the church.

"I wonder how Annie and the others did on their exams."

Even Aditi looked nervously in the direction of the church.

"It will go very smoothly."

Li Yili flicked her nails, her seemingly congratulatory but actually indifferent attitude making Rebecca somewhat unhappy.

She certainly hoped that Annie and the others would pass the exam in one go, but she had asked them and they said that this was not their first time taking the Cult of Steam and Steel's exam. From beginning to end, only Annie had passed the exam, and the scores of the others were quite impressive.

Normally, apart from Anne, no one could pass the Cult of Steam and Steel's test.

The educational environment in the Triassic region is really terrible.

"Hmph—" Rebecca raised her head unhappily and stopped looking at Li Yili.

In the plaza of the Triple Circle, Wilson Parr, with the help of the glamorous women on either side, stood up and stretched his fat, greasy body. He had originally planned to walk around the Triple Circle first, but he overestimated the air quality there. After just a short while, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, and as the number of homeless people continued to increase, the stench that made him want to vomit grew stronger and stronger.

“Uh—that—I, Earl Wilson Parr, have heard about what happened in the Triassic Circle! I am heartbroken!”

Wilson Parr raised his hand and waved. The knights surrounding the carriage immediately stood up straight and expanded outward in an arc, pushing aside the approaching triangular group of people and making room for Wilson Parr.

Nemo, leading the other knights, frowned slightly. Although the matter had been agreed upon before departure, it was no exaggeration to say that most of the nobles were good-for-nothings who were more likely to mess things up than to accomplish anything. Even something as certain as this could be ruined.

What he feared most was that Wilson Parr wouldn't be able to act well and would simultaneously anger both the homeless community and the residents of Triassic.

However, Nemo was clearly overthinking things.

The premise of being brainless is having so much confidence that you don't need to use your brain. The royal family and nobles acted brainless before because they had no chance at all, and they could only slack off. Now that they see an opportunity to seize true control of the wasteland from the Cult of Steam and Steel, even their brains, which are full of mush, will start working quickly.

"But what pains me even more is that the Cult of Steam and Steel, which caused this unfortunate event, has not said anything so far. And that's right, because this unfortunate event is exactly the system recognized by the Cult of Steam and Steel! They will never change their system for the sake of the Triple Circle!"

"It's a pity that even the royal family and nobles of the wasteland can only live under the system of the Church of Steam and Steel, but we promised to give the people of the wasteland freedom and prosperity. Even if we cannot truly fulfill this promise, we will do our best to do so!"

"We'll help as many people as we can!"

"so--"

Wilson Parr forced a smile onto his fat, greasy face.

"The wasteland royal family and nobles decided to provide as much financial assistance as possible to the disadvantaged groups in the wasteland."

A blinding light flashed in the eyes of the homeless people present, and many of them jumped up and cheered.

Sherry, Lorne, and Sitch stared blankly at Wilson Parr, who had his arms outstretched.

The weakness of the triple ring

Who else could this vulnerable group be? Naturally, it's the homeless.