Sir! Don't close the net!

"a lot of."

“Ahem—of course! Most importantly, little Miss Anne seems to trust you more,” Puss released Li Yili, smiling somewhat awkwardly as he smoothed out Li Yili’s wrinkled collar. “I believe in the trust that little Miss Anne has in you.”

After exchanging glances, Li Yili and Pusi grinned, their faces full of disgust.

"Ugh-"

"Hey--"

Puss blushed and shouted angrily at Li Yili, but he quickly calmed down and stepped aside. The people behind Puss also spontaneously dispersed, making way for the Church of the God of Steam and Steel. Inside the church, the priest of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel was holding a stack of exam papers and looking at them with a bewildered expression.

Clearly, this member of the Cult of Steam and Steel had not anticipated this situation.

When Annie was pushed in front of Li Yili, the priest finally reacted, somewhat flustered, and handed the document to Annie with an extremely subtle expression. "Um... according to the rules set by the Church of Steam and Steel, uh... Miss Annie, you can go to the Jurassic Circle."

Although he was just a low-level member of the Cult of Steam and Steel, he was not an idiot. Given the level of the people in the Triassic Circle and their educational environment, the Cult of Steam and Steel didn't need to do anything, and there was no need to prepare such an exaggerated number of questions.

So the Cult of Steam and Steel is casting a wide net, a huge net to catch those who have read those books.

Looking at the test paper with only fifty points in her hand, Annie grinned, rolled up the paper, and waved it behind her.

"Oh, little Anne, you have to do your best!"

"We'll catch up with you soon!"

"Little Miss Anne, don't worry about us!"

Chapter Forty-Eight: Struggle On, Noble Poor People

Although the priest acted naturally, Li Yili could keenly notice that this priest of the Church of Steam and Steel wanted to look at him, because the priest was too restrained and would even actively avoid eye contact to ensure that he was not in his field of vision.

Li Yili held her chin up, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Clearly, everyone in the Cult of Steam and Steel was aware of his presence.

The priest of the Church of Steam and Steel turned and pulled down a mechanism on the side of the church. As the heavy gears turned, the mechanism that occupied the position of the church statue gradually opened up, creating a passage, from which a gentle breeze blew out.

Annie let out a soft breath, raised her hand to hold the brim of her cowboy hat, her fingers tracing the embroidered world, and pushed away Li Yili's arm, herself...

They pushed the wheelchair into the passageway.

The priest of the Church of Steam and Steel stood to one side, motionless like a statue, perfectly fulfilling his role as a tool, neither looking at nor asking anything.

Li Yili raised her hand and patted Rebecca on the back, signaling Rebecca to take Aditi and follow Annie.

Rebecca, who had been worried about being kicked out by the priest, breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled Aditi forward a little, glanced at the priest again, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the priest's eyes were vacant. She then pulled Aditi along and strode after Annie.

Li Yili crossed her arms and did not immediately follow. Instead, she turned and walked towards the church door. The priest, who had been motionless like a statue, immediately held his breath and his pupils dilated. Only when Li Yili stopped at the church door did the priest quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh, oh, oh—Mr. Yellow Raincoat, is there something else between men that you haven't said?" Puss subconsciously rubbed his head.

"You wouldn't be secretly doing something to the women's clothing in Annie's shop, would you?"

“Pfft—No, no way! I’m a righteous sheriff! The next shop will be managed by Ms. Lena,” Puss coughed heavily, stepped aside, and pointed to a woman around thirty-five years old with a standard married woman’s hairstyle tied behind her back.

The woman named Lena nodded somewhat awkwardly.

"Really?" Li Yili crossed her arms, remained silent for a while, then lowered her head slightly and let out a long breath. "It will probably get very messy after the three-fold circle."

Puss was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was going on, and with a strange smile, he leaned closer to Li Yili.

"Hmm? Oh dear~ Mr. Yellow Raincoat, you're not worried about us, are you?"

"Are we that close?" Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly.

"cough--"

“This chaos will definitely not be confined to the Triassic Circle. The royal family and nobles of the wasteland will not allow this chaos to be limited to the Triassic Circle,” Li Yili said with a grin as she slid her hands into the pockets on both sides of her clothes. “After all, the Triassic Circle is of little use to them. This chaos must at least involve the Cretaceous Circle.”

Puss's smile faded, and he nodded with a serious expression. "I can tell that."

"So... do you understand?"

"Yes! As a righteous sheriff, I will definitely protect the people of Diagon Alley!"

“No, remember to send money and clothes every day,” Li Yili said, placing a heavy hand on Puss’s shoulder, her fingers tightening slightly. “There are gangs everywhere in the Jurassic Circle. You wouldn’t want little Miss Anne to have to change her clothes every time, would you?”

“Every—cough cough cough—I understand the logic, but how am I supposed to send you the money and clothes?” Pus coughed heavily, instinctively wanting to refute, but upon closer inspection, what Li Yili said did seem to make sense.

The Jurassic Circle is a gray area between the Triassic and Cretaceous Circles, where gangs run rampant. Even the Church of Steam and Steel has to give them face when a gang from within the Jurassic Circle speaks out.

In the face of pure riots, powerless wisdom is utterly insignificant.

Puss wasn't naive enough to think that having a gun would be enough to fight for Anne's survival in the Jurassic Circle. If it came down to actually drawing a gun... the guns the gangsters pulled out would definitely be much bigger and thicker.

“Just hand it over to the Church of Steam and Steel,” Li Yili said with a bright smile, giving a thumbs-up and pointing towards the statue-like priest. “Leave the clothes and money at the church, and they will be responsible for transferring them to the church in the Jurassic Circle, right?”

"No cough cough cough—that's right! That's how it is!"

The priest, who was suddenly required to speak, was startled and choked on his saliva. He coughed heavily several times before recovering.

“Eh…” Puss drew out his words, looked around, shuffled forward, and lowered his voice, “Um… Mr. Yellow Raincoat, well, we, of course we’d like to help Miss Anne, but you know our situation. Once a week is fine… but every day is a bit… difficult. And you know the current situation of the Triple Circle…”

Pus frowned. Of course, he wanted to fully support Annie. He was sure that the others would not refuse Li Yili's request and would even fully support it. However, the situation in the Triple Circle was very bad. It would only become more and more difficult to insist on the lifestyle that Annie and the others believed in. Therefore, he had to make a rational choice.

“Then clothes are enough. Annie’s shop has plenty anyway,” Li Yili nodded quite readily. “It shouldn’t make any difference.”

“That’s not a problem, since Miss Anne brought all those clothes herself,” Puss nodded, scratching the back of his head. “But is it really necessary to deliver them back and forth every day?”

Puss glanced at the priest again and muttered a complaint.

“It’s too much trouble to run around with a bunch of clothes. It’s better to stay at the church of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel,” Li Yili said with a smile, patting Puss on the shoulder. “And write a few letters to report on the situation of the Triassic Circle.”

Puss paused for a moment, then immediately nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yellow Raincoat!"

"Well... goodbye, keep struggling, noble poor people."

Li Yili turned around and raised her hand in a gesture.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hahaha—Nemo, my good nephew, did you see the reaction of those people in the triangular rings? It was absolutely hilarious."

Inside the mansion near the city walls, Wilson Parr sat on a specially moved-in single table.

He sat on the sofa, laughing and slapping his thigh.

"This kind of scene can only be seen in the Triassic Circle."

Nemo stood to one side, holding a wine glass, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had to admit that Wilson Parr's remarks to the Triassic residents and homeless were perfect, especially his excellent use of the word "aid," but that didn't mean he felt that Wilson Parr was shameful now. He now seriously suspected that Wilson Parr's sophisticated remarks were guided by someone.

That would be terrible if that were the case.

“My dear uncle, the air in the Triassic Circle isn’t good,” Nemo exhaled. “For your health, you’d better go back to Millennium as soon as possible. Maybe you’ll still be able to catch those interesting expressions from the Cult of Steam and Steel.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Wilson Parr’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “By the way, you should hurry up at the end too.”

"Hmm?" Nemo raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Someone spotted him in the Cretaceous zone.”

Nemo's expression instantly twisted.

Chapter Forty-Nine is the same type of bastard!

Li Yili still remembers her first time entering the Jurassic Circle and her complaints about the conditions on Jurassic Circle Street.

Crows Zero?

Young people with the standard "Shamate" hairstyle, dressed in outlandish clothes and carrying sticks, swaggered around the streets. What's even more amazing is that these "Shamate" individuals didn't steal, rob, or cause trouble; they seemed to be maintaining social order. The atmosphere in the entire Jurassic Circle also had an indescribable harmony and enthusiasm.

But now?

There was only a sense of oppressive chaos and an indescribable sense of despondency. Thugs wearing thick gold chains brandished sticks and banged on the doors of shops, while the residents of the Jurassic Circle avoided eye contact with them.

Anne frowned as well, quite surprised by the current state of the Jurassic Circle; the wall between the Triassic Circle and the Jurassic Circle was thicker than she had imagined.

Rebecca, who had never been to the Jurassic Circle before, pulled Aditi along, looking around with curiosity.

“Little Miss Anne, when we were outside the wasteland, a guy told me that the smuggling operation was arranged by a gang within the Jurassic Circle. Is that true or false?”

The gaze cast from the corner made Li Yili frown uncomfortably.

“That’s true, we do have connections with the gang, but…” Annie didn’t finish her sentence because a thug with slicked-back hair and carrying a bloodstained iron rod walked toward them.

"Are you from the Triassic Circle?"

The thug stopped a meter away from Annie, the iron rod clattering to the ground. His face turned slightly, and the strong smell of tobacco made Annie frown and lean back.

The thug didn't even glance at Li Yili, but glanced at Annie, then at Aditi, before finally fixing his gaze on Rebecca. He opened his mouth, sticking out his disgusting tongue, and said, "I'm a kind-hearted person. The Jurassic Circle is a deep and murky place. People like you from the Triassic Circle wouldn't even survive tonight without a powerful backer."

Ah~ So this third-rate character has appeared after all—

Li Yili sighed deeply, rubbing her forehead. She then put her right hand back on her waist and gave the thugs a knowing, cold smile.

The thug's expression froze, his disgusting tongue slithered back with a hiss, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

A gun?!

Because more dangerous legacies with magical powers circulate in this world, gun control is not very strict, so... it's not surprising that an honest person would suddenly pull a gun out of his bag.

Of course, the fact that he doesn't have a gun and that the Church of Steam and Steel doesn't control access to ancient heritage doesn't mean he can't access them. Gangs that treat firearms as lethal weapons don't control access either.

Just as the thug hesitated whether to back down, his companions noticed his predicament and noisily surrounded him.

"Foucault, what exactly happened?"

"Oh my—not bad, girl. You're not planning to hog all of this, are you?"

"I like that it doesn't have legs, but the arms are a bit of a hindrance."

With more people around, Foucault gained confidence, his disgusting tongue lolling out again, and he leaned back slightly. "Everyone, be careful, this guy from the Triassic might have a gun!"

"A gun? Ha—no way, this guy's bluffing you."

"Exactly, how could the people in the Triple Circle possibly get their hands on a gun?"

"It's just a gun. We're guys in the underworld, are we afraid of getting shot?"

Completely oblivious to the danger, Rebecca tilted her head and looked at Li Yili. "Do you have a gun? I don't remember."

Li Yili glanced at Rebecca, then swept her gaze over the thugs in front of her.

Most of them had disgusting bumps on their faces and very deep-set eyes, looking just like terminally ill drug addicts.