Sir! Don't close the net!

A passing servant happened to overhear Ashley's declaration. He stopped and stared at Ashley, who was frozen in place, for a while before covering his mouth, chuckling and muttering to himself as he walked past her.

"Miss Ashley is so bold."

"Miss Ashley is quite bold."

An alluring blush quickly rose up Ashley's snow-white neck, spreading to the tips of her ears.

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Dante wandered around the Jurassic Circle for a long time, until his legs ached, before finally finding a stone bench, resting his chin on his hand, and staring at the pedestrians in front of him.

Before meeting Ashley, he thought the Jurassic Circle was gang territory, and gangsters had their own way of life. He looked down on those "cowards" who did business honestly.

After meeting Ashley, he felt that the Jurassic Circle was a world of bastards, bastards who lived their lives in a bastard way without remorse. Therefore, in his eyes, there were no good people in the Jurassic Circle, not even those cowards who did business honestly. Who knows what kind of shady business they were up to or what kind of criminal business they were running behind the scenes.

Now, he feels that living in prejudice

The version of myself within that image is quite a jerk.

How can a society be established solely on violence and crime? Crime and violence are merely tools of the rulers. Society is built upon numerous victims, providing a system for a tiny minority to live as they please. Jurassic Circle uses violence and crime to fill this system.

There are no farmlands or orchards in the Jurassic Circle. All the raw materials related to life are absent from the Jurassic Circle. Therefore, the residents of the Jurassic Circle do not have much free time to enjoy a society of free crime. The vast majority of residents rely on merchants from the Cretaceous Circle for a living. They are no different from the residents of the Triassic Circle. As cheap labor, they receive cheap raw materials from Cretaceous Circle merchants and process them into goods that they cannot afford. They pay money to the Cretaceous Circle merchants while being exploited by criminals in the Jurassic Circle.

The root cause of this desperate situation is the walls that divide the wasteland and classify and imprison its inhabitants. Of course, the Jurassic Circle gangsters, the Cretaceous Circle merchants, and the royal family and nobles of the capital Millennium are all a bunch of bastards.

After thinking for a while, Dante returned to the inn, took out a blank sheet of paper, wrote a lot of words on it, put it in an envelope, and went to the church of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel, which was built in front of the city wall between the Jurassic Circle and the Triassic Circle.

“Ahem—this is a letter that Mr. Yellow Raincoat requested to be sent,” Dante coughed and handed the letter to the approaching priest.

The priest paused for a moment, then smiled and accepted the letter.

"I understand."

Chapter 110 Puss Hesitates

Puss swore his heart nearly stopped when he pushed open the doors of the clothing store and found the priest of the Church of Steam and Steel standing there. After a suffocating five-minute silence, the priest, whose smile was more like amusement than kindness, slowly pulled a letter from behind his back.

“Mr. Puss, this is a letter from Mr. Yellow Raincoat.”

"Hahaha--"

Puss didn't take the letter immediately. Instead, he clutched his heart and gasped for breath before snatching it from the priest's hand with a twitching smile.

"You should have mentioned this from the beginning!"

"I'm so sorry, I saw Mr. Puss staring at me and I thought he was going to say something important. To be honest, I was so nervous I almost choked," the priest said, patting his chest with an expression that said, "Oh, I was so nervous I almost died."

Puss's eyes twitched, but he suppressed the urge to complain loudly, staring at the priest warily without immediately opening the letter in his hand. "So? Why would a priest from the Church of Steam and Steel make a special trip to this small place to deliver a letter?"

“Mr. Puss, I am a priest. Aren’t priests here for the inhabitants of the wasteland?”

They keep saying things that even ghosts wouldn't believe.

Puss cursed under his breath before raising his hand and waving it. "Then why is the priest still here? There must be many people who need your help."

“No—it’s just that I think Mr. Puss might…be eager to reply after reading the letter,” the priest said, tapping his chin with his finger and giving Puss a kind smile.

Pus quickly took several steps back. He could see that the priest was smiling kindly, but this kindness made him shudder. However, since the priest had already gone this far, he couldn't very well say anything to tell the priest to get lost. Besides, the last time the priest asked him to read a letter, he had indeed been eager to reply, just as the priest had said.

After hesitating for a while, Puss opened the letter. The unfamiliar handwriting made Puss freeze on the spot. He looked at the priest with some doubt, "Father, are you sure this letter is from Mr. Yellow Raincoat?"

“Well—aside from Mr. Yellow Raincoat, I don’t think anyone else in Jurassic Circle would send you a letter,” the priest blinked.

"That's true!"

Puss, in a fit of despair, shouted at the priest before beginning to carefully read the letter.

Although I don't know who you are, you must also be a victim who knows you're being led by the nose by Mr. Yellow Raincoat, but has no choice but to let this bastard do as he pleases.

“Yes, it looks like this is indeed a letter for me,” Puss nodded.

[Mr. Yellow Raincoat, Miss Anne, Miss Rebecca, and Miss Aditi have now entered the chalk circle.]

Pus blinked, pinched the bridge of his nose, paused for a while, and then widened his eyes.

Hey! We've already entered the Cretaceous zone! Hey! So fast!

Because the priest was present, Puss could only silently complain in his mind.

What I'm about to say involves a lot of issues. If you don't plan to get involved, don't read on. But if you do decide to get involved, don't let anyone else see this.

Puss's eyes twitched violently, and he slightly adjusted his posture to ensure that the priest would not see the contents of the letter in his hand.

As the saying goes, "a barefoot man has nothing to fear," and "debts don't weigh you down." He's already involved in a lot of dangerous things, and the trouble is escalating rapidly. If there's one more... he won't care that much. Besides, since Li Yili has been mentioned, this incredibly troublesome matter is probably caused by Li Yili, and Annie is most likely involved as well.

Then he would have no reason to back down.

and……

Could it possibly be more troublesome than the homeless protests in the Jurassic Circle right now?! The Jurassic Circle is a society of thugs.

Jurassic Circle is preparing to target the capital city.

Xi's War

Pus blinked, closed the letter, chuckled a few times, and then reopened it.

Unfortunately, it wasn't that he was seeing things.

"You're lying... right..."

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

The priest took a step toward Puss, but before he could take a second step, Puss jumped back with a shriek, like a startled hamster, yelling, "Don't come any closer!"

Even if there were irreconcilable conflicts between the Cult of Steam and Steel and the Wasteland Royal Family, the Cult of Steam and Steel would not stand by and watch the Jurassic take over from the Wasteland Royal Family. If the Cult of Steam and Steel saw the contents of the letter, it would be a huge problem.

“No, it’s nothing. Father, you probably haven’t seen…the contents of the letter, have you?” Puss immediately wanted to slap himself after saying that. Wasn’t this tantamount to telling the priest that the letter contained something shameful?

“Mr. Puss, although we have always been criticized by outsiders as a copy of Bishop Azawi, we also have our own doctrines, such as respecting the privacy of wasteland residents.”

Ghosts believe.

Puss wanted to complain like that, but upon closer reflection, if the priest had peeked at the contents of the letter, he wouldn't have handed it to him with a smile.

“I understand, I’m sorry,” Puss rubbed his forehead and continued reading the rest of the letter.

Although this is just speculation, it is highly likely that the Cretaceous Circle was involved in this matter and was one of the funders of the Jurassic Circle, helping to transport powerful weapons into the Jurassic Circle.

Alas--

This is such a huge mistake!

Puss's legs felt a little weak.

The homeless in the Triassic Circle staged protests, demanding special treatment, while those in the Jurassic and Cretaceous Circles sought regime change.

Puss couldn't help but steal a glance at the priest standing not far away, who seemed to have his back to him to put his mind at ease.

Without even looking further, he pretty much understood the meaning of the letter.

The person writing the letter certainly didn't want the Jurassic and Cretaceous spheres to go to war, which sounds incredible, but they probably hoped he could help.

He certainly didn't want the Jurassic Circle and the Cretaceous Circle to go to war. The wasteland royal family and nobility were terrible, but the Jurassic Circle and the Cretaceous Circle weren't much better. One was a criminal society, and the other was a ruthless vampire that exploited others as cheap labor.

Even he knew that an internal war would deplete the nation's strength, and that the new ruler would relentlessly exploit the people to create the illusion of a prosperous country in order to intimidate other nations.

The problem is, even if he wanted help, he didn't know how to help. That's the Jurassic Circle! The largest arms manufacturer in the wasteland! How could he possibly fight against gangsters who would pull out guns at the drop of a hat with just a few small pistols?

Puss glanced in the direction of the priest again.

The only way he could think of to prevent the Jurassic and Cretaceous regions from going to war was for the Cult of Steam and Steel to intervene before the Jurassic region was fully prepared. If it were the Cult of Steam and Steel, they could certainly thwart the plans of the Jurassic and Cretaceous regions before the Jurassic region was fully prepared.

maybe……

The person who wrote the letter was not actually seeking help from him, but from the Cult of Steam and Steel.

Puss clenched the letter in his hand.

Chapter 111 You guys are probably short of weapons right now, aren't you?

Dante swears he almost shot when he saw the priest walk in so casually.

“Mr. Dante has a reply to Mr. Yellow Coat.”

The priest, as if oblivious to the gun barrel pointed at him, smiled naturally and handed the letter to Dante.

"Huh? Ah?" Dante was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened. "So fast?"

“We always prioritize efficiency, and since this is a letter from Mr. Yellow Raincoat, it should be delivered to him as quickly as possible, and a reply should be sent as quickly as possible. If there is nothing else important, I shall take my leave.” Without waiting for Dante’s reply, the priest quietly left the inn.

Dante opened his mouth, paused for a long time before putting down his gun and opening the envelope.

Hello, I am Puss, the Sheriff of the Triassic Circle. Thank you for your letter.

The first line of the letter left Dante completely bewildered, and it took him a while to recover.

[Actually, the situation in the Triassic Circle is also very bad. Due to the interference of the wasteland royal family and nobles, homeless people are carrying out incomprehensible demonstrations, and many residents of the Triassic Circle have been injured as a result. Therefore, I am calling on the residents of the Triassic Circle to form a self-defense force.]

Self-Defense Forces?

Dante blinked, tilted his head and pondered for a while before letting out an "Ah—".

He remembered!

The Jurassic Circle's mafia originated from a self-defense force, and also because of the wasteland royal family's misconduct within the circle.

For some reason, Dante sensed a feeling called destiny.

"Maybe it's possible... No, no, no, that's impossible no matter how you look at it."

Dante scratched the back of his head in frustration. He had only intended to try it out, but unexpectedly, he had actually uncovered some important information that caught his eye. However, upon closer reflection, even if the residents of the Triassic Circle formed a self-defense force, it wouldn't change anything. The Triassic Circle didn't have anything that could be considered a weapon. Not to mention that the Jurassic Circle already possessed a certain amount of the ancient gods' legacy that had unleashed its true power, the Jurassic Circle gangs had guns! Lots and lots of guns! The residents of the Triassic Circle were all made of flesh and blood; they probably couldn't even withstand a volley of gunfire.

"in case

"Being able to get them weapons... no, no, no, that's impossible. How many weapons would that require?"

Dante sighed and continued reading the letter.

Although he was stunned by the righteous sheriff at the beginning, judging from the content that followed, Puss was very reliable and honest. If he were born in the same circle, he would be happy to be friends with such a person. He had even imagined the scene of him and Puss smoking under the moon and lamenting the injustice of the world.

Just as Dante was complaining about the increasing number of non-existent memories, a line of text caught his attention.

Regarding the speculation that the Cretaceous and Jurassic zones are cooperating to start a war, I regret that I probably can't help. However, the gate between the Jurassic and Triassic zones opened once in the last two days, and it seems that a caravan from the Cretaceous zone came. All the wagons and goods were taken away by Nemo, the nephew of Earl Wilson, a wasteland nobleman, and they haven't appeared since.

"A caravan from the Cretaceous region? In the last couple of days? Have there been any?"

Dante frowned. He didn't care about business in the Jurassic Circle at all, because several people before he disappeared thought that business in the Jurassic Circle was nothing but crime. But on the other hand, as long as there was the slightest disturbance after passing through the gate of the Cretaceous Circle, he would tremble with excitement, and even if he knew that the probability of Ashley appearing was not high, he would rush over in a hurry.