Sir! Don't close the net!

"Ahem—this is your letter and package."

The priest of the Church of Steam and Steel handed out a package with utmost respect, on which was placed a letter.

Dante's expression was somewhat strange; it was the first time he had ever seen a priest from the Church of Steam and Steel treat someone with such respect.

“Oh—this guy will collect my mail from now on. Just give him anything you need,” Li Yili nodded as she took the package, then nudged Dante’s arm with her elbow.

The priest looked at Dante with a scrutinizing yet envious gaze, making Dante feel somewhat uncomfortable. He turned his head and asked, "Is this the favor you asked me to do? To receive the package from the Triassic Circle for you, and then... send it to the Cretaceous Circle for you?"

The priest paused for a moment, then a glint flashed in his eyes.

“Yes, it’s very simple, isn’t it?” Li Yili blinked.

"Why don't you just have the priests here take you to the Cretaceous Circle?" Dante muttered, putting his hands behind his head.

“I am honored,” the priest immediately took a step forward, rubbing his hands together in front of him.

“Father, you weren’t like this before,” Dante couldn’t help but retort.

“I’ve always been like this,” the priest said, placing his hand on his chest with an extremely serious expression.

“I went to the Cretaceous Circle, don’t you have any questions for me? Like, how are the young ladies of the Cretaceous Circle doing?” Li Yili raised her hand and put it on Dante’s shoulder.

“This—” Dante leaned back slightly.

Thinking about it that way, it really is true.

Ashley did think about her life in her mind,

But it was only mentioned occasionally, and most of the time it was about having afternoon tea with some rich girl, mostly out of curiosity about his life.

Although he always appeared calm, he was actually very curious and wanted to know the details of Ashley's life. He could have mentioned it in his letters, but he always felt that doing so would make him seem too eager and would put pressure on Ashley, so he kept holding back.

"Cough—don't make me sound like some kind of pervert with ulterior motives," Dante coughed heavily, twisting his shoulders, trying to shake off Li Yili's hand, but because he felt guilty, he couldn't shake off Li Yili's hand even after twisting it two or three times.

"Then forget it?"

Li Yili raised an eyebrow and handed the package in her hand toward the priest, who immediately reached out as if to take the package out.

"Cough cough cough—I think staying in touch is a very important thing," Dante coughed heavily a few times and reached out to put the package back.

The priest was somewhat regretful, but he didn't try to stop him. He took a step back, smiled, and waved goodbye.

Dante immediately laughed and nodded to the priest, then grabbed Li Yili's shoulders, turned around, and dragged her out.

"So, would you like to know how Miss Ashley is doing?"

"I want to know more than just her current situation, such as her social circle and hobbies. You know, I'm a gentleman, and if I keep asking a girl about her personal life, it can put pressure on her," Dante nodded quite readily and began to mutter to himself.

"So? Could it be that your beloved Miss Ashley has been asking you all sorts of questions about your life?" Li Yili raised an eyebrow. "Don't you feel... a lot of pressure?"

"Cough—that's of course..."

Dante subconsciously wanted to show off his magnanimity as a good man, but when he thought about how Li Yili had already pulled out his underwear, his straightened back slumped down again.

"The pressure is immense. Well, my identity is one thing, but Ashley is a very innocent girl. Even though everyone in the Jurassic Circle is a bunch of bastards... she still has beautiful fantasies. I don't want Ashley to lose her innocence, so I want to make her fantasies a reality."

“However—” Dante immediately emphasized loudly, “I do not regret it. All the toil was caused by my past laziness. Because I used to drift with the tide, I only faced all kinds of obstacles when I found my direction and wanted to move forward.”

"Hmm~ He really is an excellent man," Li Yili's slightly narrowed eyes reflected Abel walking on the other side of Dante, his hands behind his back, looking up and smiling brightly.

"I don't dislike prodigal sons who return home, because that's something that can't be bought with gold."

“Ahem—thank you,” Dante coughed, his face slightly flushed, “So, about this…”

“Since we’re going to find out what the merchants in the Cretaceous region are thinking, we can’t avoid contacting the young ladies,” Li Yili yawned. “It’s just a side thing. In return, you should tell me about your progress in the Jurassic region.”

“Of course—” Dante nodded immediately.

“Oh, right, remember to give me living expenses,” Li Yili rubbed her index finger and thumb together. “The expenses in the Cretaceous Circle are not a small amount, and the living expenses from the Triassic Circle alone are not enough.”

“Light Triassic Circle—” Dante’s lips twitched slightly, “You think I’m your wallet?”

"Hahaha—don't mind him," Li Yili laughed and patted Dante on the back. "You, as a second-generation rich kid, shouldn't be short of money either."

Dante paused for a moment, then exhaled a breath.

He certainly doesn't lack money.

"Alright, I'll pay you living expenses, but don't be lazy in return," Dante said, tapping Li Yili's arm.

"Don't worry, my diligence is beyond your imagination," Li Yili gave an OK sign, then raised her hand meaningfully, "After all, time is pitifully limited."

Dante raised an eyebrow, thinking that Li Yili was referring to the ambitions of the Jurassic Circle gang. After thinking for a while, he nodded, "Indeed, although I don't think they will act so quickly, it's better to be safe than sorry. We need to spread the word as soon as possible to quell their ambitions."

Well—that's pretty much it.

Li Yili looked down at the letter on the package, tilted her head and thought for a moment before stuffing the letter into her pocket.

Chapter 88 If you don't resort to illegal means, you'll most likely end up alone.

"Hey—are you leaving so soon?"

Rebecca, holding Aditi, couldn't help but protest.

"Didn't you just arrive not long ago?"

"The residents of the Jurassic Circle are all thugs. You could throw a pebble into a crowd and hit a criminal. So even if I sneak out at night and kill a few people, no one will blame me. You could even call it doing a good deed—"

Li Yili raised her hand, pinched Rebecca's face, and shook it from side to side.

Is that what you think?

"cough--"

Rebecca coughed loudly, her eyes drifting to the right.

"What are you talking about? I just think that Jurassic Circle... well, there are a lot of quiet alleys, so it won't bother other people when you're taking a walk."

Dante, standing to the side, had a somewhat subtle expression. He simply couldn't bring himself to deal with the thin-armed and thin-legged Rebecca, who had sneaked out in the middle of the night.

The deaths of a few people are connected. This is the Jurassic Circle, full of thugs. Seemingly harmless children could turn into skilled criminals in the next second.

An empty alley...

In the Jurassic Circle, there is no such thing as a deserted, quiet alley. There are only crime alleys that are called hunting grounds by thugs. A girl like Rebecca, who is powerless, could not even go for a walk. She might be forcibly dragged into such an alley just by passing by the entrance.

Dante wanted to seriously remind Rebecca not to have any strange fantasies about the quiet alley, but Rebecca was about to be dragged to the Jurassic Circle by Li Yili, and he didn't need to deliberately shatter Rebecca's strange fantasies about the Jurassic Circle, just as he rarely shattered Ashley's fantasies about the Jurassic Circle and him.

“It’s alright, Miss Rebecca. There are many alleys in the chalk circle, just as quiet. I’ve heard that many young ladies specifically choose to stroll through those alleys.”

Dante was proud of his emotional intelligence, but Rebecca's genuine disappointment left him somewhat at a loss.

“Don’t worry about him, this guy has no human rights,” Li Yili said, raising her hand and hitting Rebecca hard on the head.

“No human rights, cough—Mr. Yellow Raincoat, you’re being a bit… Mr. Yellow Raincoat, if you want to be as popular as me, you’d better learn to be a little more gentlemanly. Of course, I don’t expect you to reach my level all at once,” Dante coughed, raising a finger and waving it from side to side, “How about starting by learning to treat ladies gently?”

Li Yili rolled her eyes, her fist pounding on Rebecca's head, her fingers lightly resting on Rebecca's head.

Dante nodded in satisfaction, but before he could utter a word of praise, Li Yili's fingers tightened around Rebecca's head. "Hurry up and pack your luggage. Don't dawdle, understand?"

"Understand--"

Rebecca abruptly stopped, turned around, ran into the hallway, turned into her room, and began packing her luggage with a clatter.

Dante's lips twitched. "Mr. Yellow Raincoat, if you don't resort to illegal means, you'll most likely end up alone."

“I think you should make sure you don’t end up alone in your old age before worrying about me,” Li Yili said, patting Dante on the shoulder. “Remember to do a good job.”

“Of course—” Dante waved his hand gently, “I’ll see you off.”

“This is troublesome,” Anne nodded quite politely to Dante.

"It's alright, I just happened to be mailing something..."

Dante turned his head to look at the basket at his feet filled with colorful envelopes, paused for a moment, and then raised his hand to pinch his index finger and thumb together.

"Many letters."

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Ryan and the others stopped in front of the gate of Earl Wilson's manor. Although the gate was open, Ryan knew very well that the open gate did not mean that they were allowed to enter. Earl Wilson came from the capital Millennium and was a nobleman of the wasteland, completely different from the residents of the Triassic Circle.

They had to be respectful; if Earl Wilson felt they had offended him, they would be like footprints on the beach, easily wiped away.

They are the lowest of the low among the wasteland inhabitants. Even now, to the wasteland nobles, these vagrants are only slightly more valuable than before. They are still the lowest of the low. And the wasteland's superiors, like the wasteland nobles, have very little tolerance for the inferiors.

The underlings following behind Ryan peered inside, and the extravagance of the place made them marvel at how luxurious it was, even in the Triple Circle.

Ryan didn't stop his underlings. Having been in the chalk circle, he knew that although the higher classes didn't care about the lives of the lower classes, the envious looks from the lower classes would give them mental pleasure and slightly increase their tolerance.

That's why he didn't come alone, but brought his underlings from the San Die Quan (a martial arts circle).

Soon, the servants inside the gate noticed Ryan and his group. After pausing for a moment, they turned and walked towards the magnificent mansion in the center of the estate.

Ryan's henchman on his right couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What? They saw us but didn't even say hello."

The other underlings also began to complain in hushed tones.

Ryan let out a long breath and coldly rebuked, "If you don't want to die, don't complain. They're not from the same world as us; they're far more noble."

Ryan's underlings all shut their mouths, continuing to gaze enviously at the luxury inside the gate.

Soon, the servant reappeared in their sight. Whether it was intentional or not, the servant walked very slowly and looked at them with utter contempt.

Ryan's heart sank.

The servants' attitude indirectly revealed Earl Wilson's attitude.

If Earl Wilson wanted to see them, the servants would never have walked over so leisurely with such an arrogant attitude.

Ryan put his right hand behind his back and made a shushing gesture. The underlings, who were indignant about the servant's arrogant attitude, reluctantly lowered their bodies and avoided looking in the servant's direction.

The journey of less than 500 meters took the servant more than ten minutes to reach the gate. Along the way, the servant stopped more than once to talk to the other servants.

"What are you doing here?" The servant straightened his collar, glanced at Ryan from head to toe, pinched his nose, and leaned back slightly. "Could you guys please move back a little? The stench is overwhelming."

"Now that we're in, how many flowers do you think we'll have to plant to neutralize this stench from the bottom?"

Even Ryan, who repeatedly told himself to stay calm and be patient, gasped and his forehead veins bulged.

But Ryan held back and spoke first before his other underlings could erupt, "Excuse me, we need to talk to Carly."

“Carly? Ah, that homeless woman,” the servant said, arms crossed. “Go along the wall; she lives in the corner.”

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Friends—

Ryan didn't really want to see Carly. Although Carly's speech had dramatically changed his status and influence in the Triassic Circle, allowing him to do whatever he wanted as before, he hated having someone step on his head, especially a girl who looked like she was only a teenager.