Sir! Don't close the net!

A well-mannered Ashley could not describe a person as a dog.

"That's right, I'm the dog!"

Rebecca, who had long since lost all dignity, pointed to herself with a thumbs-up, even a hint of pride, and then suddenly stood up. Water droplets fell on her proud body, bounced off her soft, moist skin, and Annie, Rebecca, and even Aditi stared wide-eyed.

Rebecca crossed her arms and raised her head. "I used to be very unruly, but after he ambushed me and locked me in a cage for a long time, I realized that no matter what, a self-employed person can't compare to someone in the system."

"Ha..." Ashley's beautiful eyes darted around like mosquito coils.

Designing kidnapping, imprisonment, and other high-level schemes was too much for her brain to handle.

Annie's expression was incredibly subtle.

She had witnessed Rebecca's werewolf mode, so she was certain that the cage Rebecca mentioned was definitely not the kind Ashley was thinking of.

"Wait a moment!"

Ashley suddenly realized what was happening, raised her hand and pressed down on Annie's shoulder, her face full of panic.

"Mr. Yellow Raincoat and Mr. Dante are companions. If Mr. Yellow Raincoat likes this, this high-level way of playing, then perhaps Mr. Dante also..."

Annie's lips twitched violently. Just as she was about to think about how to get Dante out of this mess without revealing that they had only known him for a few days, Rebecca sat back down in the hot spring, her hands behind her head.

"Ah~ Speaking of which, Dante and Li... the Yellow-Clad Man, oh right—Mr. Yellow Raincoat, were very close, what's that word again?"

Rebecca tilted her head and pondered for a moment before smiling brightly.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Dante, who was wandering the streets inside the Jurassic Circle, sneezed loudly.

"How... could this be..."

Seeing Ashley's awkward expression, Annie immediately reached out and pressed Ashley's shoulder down, her face serious.

"Miss Ashley, do you not trust Mr. Dante's character?"

"Hmm? Ah... well, someone as outstanding as Mr. Dante must have had partners. Although I don't really understand, as long as Mr. Dante is happy, I will try my best," Ashley rubbed her eyes and clenched her fist to cheer herself up.

Is this what you care about?!

Anne's eye twitched. "Miss Ashley, putting aside the fact that Mr. Dante doesn't have that kind of fetish, you shouldn't belittle yourself like that. You and Dante..."

Anne hesitated for a moment before speaking solemnly.

"It's reciprocal."

In terms of the sincerity of their relationship.

Anne silently added this sentence to her mind.

“No, Mr. Dante is far superior to me,” Ashley turned around, bent her knees, and sighed, “Everything I have is the result of my parents’ hard work. I can sing, I can dance, I can paint, I can embroider, and I was able to learn all of these comfortably because I was born into a wealthy family.”

"I have nothing to be proud of. I'm just an ordinary young lady from the Baijuan area."

“Mr. Dante is different. He was born in the Jurassic Circle. In such a harsh environment, he not only did not degenerate into one of those criminals, but also faced those thugs alone, and was even able to write such good stories. Those were not given to him by the Jurassic Circle, but were earned by his own efforts.”

Annie opened her mouth.

She didn't know how to evaluate the love between Ashley and Dante.

She had initially thought that the biggest problem between Ashley and Dante was the wall, but now it seemed that the biggest problem was actually their respect and love for each other.

Both Dante and Ashley are constantly elevating each other while belittling themselves. Their love will become more and more genuine and radiant, but it will also drift further and further away from them.

Chapter 104 Creativity Can Never Surpass Miracles

After a brief silence, Tipol lowered his head.

Is that how I appear to you?

“I would be very happy if you could correct my prejudice,” Li Yili said, spreading her hands to her sides as an answer to Tipor’s question.

Li Yili originally thought that Tipor would seriously refute him, but to his surprise, Tipor nodded quite readily.

“That’s certainly true on the surface, and that’s pretty much how I actually feel,” Tipor pinched the bridge of his nose.

"In the past two years, I have felt like a king rather than a businessman. I am constantly on guard against other businessmen betraying me and dealing with unreasonable demands such as the Galar Horn."

“Mr. Richard, your proposal can indeed expand the market, but if it is confined to the Cretaceous Circle, no, the wasteland, it is just changing from dividing ten into five parts to dividing into eight parts. There is no essential change, and it even increases the burden on many people.”

"To truly expand the market, we need foreign trade to bring in money. But as you mentioned before, no matter how ingenious the idea, it can't compare to the miracles that human intelligence can't imagine. No matter how much we promote it, most people value what hasn't been explored yet—no, it seems like the legacy of the ancient gods can never be fully unearthed."

"Among the wastelands, only the Church of Steam and Steel can speak with those beings."

"To be honest, if the Cult of Steam and Steel were willing to take on the wasteland economy..."

I am very happy to support their responsibility for development, but…

Tipol let out a long sigh.

“However, the Cult of Steam and Steel doesn’t care about the wasteland’s economy, or even the wasteland itself. They seem to be conducting some kind of experiment. If they were to control the economy, they would only become more unscrupulous in inducing the wasteland’s inhabitants,” Li Yili said, hands on her hips. “So we must not let the Cult of Steam and Steel take your throne.”

“Yes…” Tipor gave a wry smile, “Everyone else has realized this, so the Cretaceous sphere is now more united than ever before.”

"So, the entire Cretaceous region is involved in this?" Li Yili scratched her face. "Do you even know who you're working with?"

Tibor was silent for a moment, then grinned. "The Old Ones, madmen, cultists, or...our saviors? What do you think would be a more fitting description of them?"

“Who knows…” Li Yili raised her hand and waved it.

"So, Mr. Richard, are you planning to stop us?"

“Stop? Ah~ Do I look like such a busybody?” Li Yili yawned deeply. “I just wanted to go to the headquarters of the Cult of Steam and Steel… no, I was just wandering around and happened to run into a little girl who wanted to change things, so I was killing some time.”

"As for whether your choice was right or wrong..."

Li Yili raised her head and then shook it.

"You've all lived like this until now, the power to choose is in your own hands."

"It has been unknowingly manipulated into some strange and wonderful thing by the Cult of Steam and Steel."

"Or you choose to believe in some strange and weird things and become an appendage of those things."

"Although both of these options are unbelievably bad."

"But this has nothing to do with you, because this world is just like this... rotten."

Tibor twitched the corner of his mouth, not even knowing what kind of expression he was making.

“Speaking of which, haven’t the Wasteland Royal Family made any reaction? They seem to be quite active lately,” Li Yili said, rubbing her fingers together with Tipor.

"Royalty and nobility? Royalty and nobility...?" Tibor's expression suddenly became extremely awkward. "If they were truly reliable, I wouldn't be called the King of Commerce. They're like..."

It took Tibor a while to find the right words to describe the wasteland royal family and nobles.

"A richly dressed vagrant."

“Wow—” Li Yili raised her eyebrows. “This is the first time I’ve ever heard such a description.”

“They don’t care about the development of the wasteland, all they think about is how to get something for nothing… no, they take it for granted that they should get something for nothing and demand wealth from us,” Tipor said, raising his hand to cover his fat face and rubbing it vigorously.

"I would not say that all members of the royal family and nobility are lavishly dressed vagrants, but at least the vast majority are."

Li Yili raised her chin and pondered for a moment before shrugging. "I understand the details. Although it might be a bit annoying, are you sure you want to do this?"

Tibor was stunned and was about to speak when the unexpected event happening in front of him silenced him.

Thick liquid continuously seeped from Li Yili's body. The shadow beneath Li Yili's feet split into two, and two figures crawled out of the thick liquid, with cold and strange raven masks swaying and protruding from the sides.

Tibor opened his mouth, then sighed and rubbed his forehead. "So, Mr. Richard, you've sided with the Cult of Steam and Steel?"

Li Yili was somewhat surprised.

He thought Tipor would be afraid, but Tipor seemed only surprised that the Plague Doctor had appeared there in this way.

“No—this is…a free gift,” Li Yili said, putting her arms around Gray and Penny’s waists on either side. “But Mr. Tipole, you seem to know about these products of the Cult of Steam and Steel.”

“With more things gained, one naturally comes to things previously inaccessible,” Tipor said, looking up and down at Grey and Penny, who were being held in Li Yili’s arms. “However, Mr. Richard, you are far more mysterious than I imagined. I don’t believe the Church of Steam and Steel would casually give away these secrets as gifts, Mr. Richard…”

What exactly are you?

Li Yili raised her hands, and Grey and Penny sank back into the viscous liquid. "Isn't this something you should know? But since you participated in this even knowing these things existed, it means you were quite confident, right?"

Li Yili also confessed the whole truth to Tipor, but Tipor either sees him as a madman or Tipor becomes a madman. The former is more likely, but there is also the possibility that Tipor will think about it more and more and feel that something is wrong, investigate, and eventually become more and more involved and become a "madman".

After all, Tipor is a smart man with ideas.

“Mr. Richard, if you don’t seem like the type to meddle in other people’s business,” Tipole skillfully declined to answer Li Yili’s question.

"That's true—then let's talk about your daughter's problem."

Tipor's legs buckled and he almost slipped off the chair.

Chapter 105 I Would Never Do Something So Despicable

Why did you suddenly bring up my daughter?

Even seeing the plague doctor

Tibor, who showed no panic when he appeared before her, trembled with his right hand and kept raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"My daughter has nothing to do with this!"

"Hey, hey, hey—don't make it sound like I'm threatening you with your daughter," Li Yili couldn't help but complain. "I wouldn't do something so tasteless. I usually—"

Li Yili paused for a moment and then gave a thumbs up.

"A direct threat to the person."

"Cough cough cough—" Tipole coughed heavily a few times, his mood becoming even more complicated. "So, Mr. Richard, why did you suddenly mention my daughter? You shouldn't be with my daughter..."

Tipor was stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips twitched.

“Mr. Richard, by the way, how did you get in?”

"Hmm? Of course, I was invited in by your daughter."

Li Yili's incredibly bright smile dealt a heavy blow to Tipor like a sledgehammer.

"Could it be... Mr. Richard, you are the one who has been corresponding with Ashley... Dante?"

Li Yili raised her eyes, "What if I said yes?"

"Please tell my daughter you are dead!" Tipor suddenly stood up and rushed to Li Yili, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently back and forth.

"Hey, hey, hey—didn't you used to plan to introduce your daughter to me?"