Sir! Don't close the net!

Therefore, he knew very well that the gate to the Cretaceous Circle had not been opened in the past two days.

But Puss said that a caravan from the Cretaceous Circle came to the Triassic Circle and was swallowed up by Nemo, the nephew of Earl Wilson, a wasteland nobleman.

He had heard about Nemo, Earl Wilson's nephew. Unlike other wasteland royal nobles, Nemo was exceptionally capable and had a long-term vision. Such a person would not be interested in some insignificant goods unless... those goods were very valuable.

Dante felt a flash of light in his head, and the various kinds of weapons already packaged and piled up under the butcher shop appeared before his eyes.

"Could it be—that big deal is just about smuggling weapons into the Triassic Circle!"

Dante suddenly stood up, rushed out of the inn and ran towards the butcher shop where he usually bought bullets and guns. As he ran, he tried his best to erase the absurd idea from his mind, but the more he searched for reasons to refute the idea, the more Dante felt that it might be true.

Dante simply couldn't understand why the Jurassic Circle gangs would do such absurd things.

Dante rushed into the butcher shop, ignoring the strange looks from those around him, shouting as he went deeper into the shop in search of Watchi.

"Watch! Watch, are you there? I need to talk to you!"

Everyone in the butcher shop recognized Dante. Although they didn't know why the Mafia tycoon, who usually entered discreetly, was making such a high-profile entrance this time, they couldn't presume to guess what he was thinking, since this was a Mafia property.

As Dante rushed into the employee entrance, Wojciech came out. Seeing Dante panting heavily, Wojciech first raised an eyebrow in surprise, then smiled meaningfully as if he had realized something. "Young Master Dante, is there something you need?"

After saying that, Wojci turned and walked down to the basement where weapons were usually stored.

“Something very important—” Dante wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly followed, “Where did the weapons stored here go?”

“Ha—Young Master Dante, even if you ask me that, I’m just one of the people in charge of arms dealing, or more accurately, just a salesman. The owner of the arms is your father, Norman, the godfather of the Mafia. You should ask your father,” Woch waved his hand.

"But you probably already know that, right?"

Well—

Wojci stopped in front of the basement. As soon as he stepped aside, Dante rushed into the basement. Looking at the empty basement in front of him, Dante gasped. Just two days ago, it was full of weapons, enough to start a firefight that could destroy an entire block. Now, there wasn't even a single bullet left.

"Did you guys transport the weapons here to San Die Quan?"

Woch was somewhat surprised. "Young Master Dante, your intelligence network is more powerful than I imagined. This time, the Mafia took the secret transport quite seriously, changing several routes and disguises multiple times."

“Watch, I’m thinking—could it be that this time, it’s not just the Mafia doing this, but other gangs are also sending their stockpiled weapons to the Triple Circle?”

Dante's fingers, gripping the doorframe, tightened slightly.

"You—aren't you going to war? In this critical situation where weapons are most scarce, why are you giving away the weapons you have?"

Chapter 112 May You Have a Sweet Dream

"So what? Gangs selling weapons, isn't that perfectly normal in the Jurassic Circle?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Who in Sanjiaoquan can afford weapons?!"

Dante turned and roared angrily at Watch.

“Young Master Dante, when did you start caring about the life or death of the Triple Circle?” Woch spread his hands, somewhat helplessly. “Besides, even if you yell at me, it won’t make any difference, it’s the Norman Godfather who finalized this.”

"Of course, but if you're interested, Mr. Dante, I can help you contact Father Norman."

Dante's eye twitched, he turned and strode out, bumping past Watch. "No need—"

Wojci straightened his clothes and waved at Dante's retreating figure, "Mr. Dante, I..."

I'll always be here. If you have any further questions, feel free to come and ask me. There's still plenty of time...

Dante, veins bulging on his forehead, charged wildly to the Church of the God of Steam and Steel, located between the Triassic and Jurassic Circles. He immediately grabbed the collar of a priest still inside the church—the very same priest who had suddenly appeared and given him the letter.

"Hello—I need to mail a letter! No, wait, it's Mr. Yellow Raincoat who needs to mail a letter!"

“Even if you say that… Mr. Dante, now is not the time.”

The priest raised his hand and placed it on Dante's right hand, which was gripping his collar. He applied a little force, but Dante held on tightly. After trying for a moment, the priest gave up and spread his hands to the sides.

"what?"

"It's getting dark now. If you want to mail a letter, you can do it tomorrow. If Mr. Dante is in a hurry to mail a letter to Mr. Yellow Coat, you can leave the letter here first. Of course, you can also come back tomorrow morning."

"What does this have to do with it getting dark?" Dante frowned. "Is a night in the Triassic Circle more dangerous than a night in the Jurassic Circle?"

“Oh dear, Mr. Dante, don’t you know? Actually, it’s been quite a long time,” the priest said, his eyes slightly narrowed. “Every night, a strange fog rises in the Triangle Circle. That fog is very threatening. No one who goes into the fog has ever appeared again. Now, the fog is coming soon.”

Dante was taken aback and didn't react for a moment. His attention had been focused on the Cretaceous Circle, so he rarely inquired about the Triassic Circle. This incredible fog was something he had never heard of before.

"Wait a minute? Aren't you, the Cult of Steam and Steel, going to deal with that fog?"

“Well…we have that idea, but the fog is more troublesome than we expected,” the priest said, resting his chin on his hand, his brow furrowing slightly before he smiled. “But Mr. Dante, you can rest assured that the fog only appears in the Triassic Circle and will not enter the Jurassic Circle.”

“Because the Triassic Circle is a bunch of poor bastards with no commercial value, they’re not in a hurry to deal with that dangerous fog, right?” Dante narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Ah, Mr. Dante, it seems you have a great prejudice against us,” the priest shook his head with some distress. “Whether they are residents of the capital Millennium or residents of the Triassic, the Church of Steam and Steel treats them all equally. It’s not that we don’t want to solve the fog problem, but there is now a more serious crisis that may even lead to the destruction of the entire wasteland order.”

Dante's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively looked away, feeling a little guilty.

What a coincidence, he just happened to know about a major crisis that could cause a cataclysmic change to the entire wasteland.

"Hmm? Mr. Dante, are you alright? Don't worry. Although I don't know what that crisis is, the Church of the God of Steam and Iron will stop it all," the priest raised his hand and gently patted Dante's shoulder.

The priest's slap brought Dante back to his senses. Dante looked anxiously at the huge mechanical device erected in the center of the hall by the Church of the God of Steam and Steel. Behind that device, behind the city wall, was the Triple Circle, and now most of the weapons held by the Jurassic Circle had crossed the city wall and entered the Triple Circle.

Although the weapons were confiscated by Earl Wilson, a nobleman in the wasteland, the matter was not exposed. It was impossible for the gangs not to know that their goods had been confiscated, but now there was no news at all. Obviously, from the beginning, the gangs knew that the goods they transported would be confiscated by Earl Wilson, who was in the Triple Circle.

Perhaps this is what the gangsters are after.

Dante stared stiffly at the smiling priest of the Church of Steam and Steel before him.

As everyone knows, the wasteland royal family and nobles are stupid, and at the same time, they are obsessed with opposing the Cult of Steam and Steel.

What would happen if he told the priest in front of him now that the Jurassic Circle gangsters had smuggled a large amount of weapons into the Triassic Circle?

The Cult of Steam and Steel will definitely go to the Triassic Circle to confiscate this batch of weapons. The wasteland nobles who possess this batch of weapons and whose minds are full of suppressing the status of the Cult of Steam and Steel in the wasteland will definitely take the opportunity to show off. Not only will they not hand over the weapons, but they will also domineeringly declare in front of everyone that they will not give them up. To go even further, that noble might deliberately go against the wishes of the Cult of Steam and Steel.

The Church of Steam and Steel wanted to confiscate firearms, so the nobleman touted firearms as a beacon of hope and then distributed them to the residents of the Triassic Circle.

Then, a cold war will most likely break out between the Cult of Steam and Steel and the Wasteland Royal Family.

At that time, even if the Jurassic Circle gangs stormed the capital, Millennium, and brought about a regime change, the Cult of Steam and Steel would most likely not actively protect the wasteland royal family's regime.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Dante's forehead.

Therefore... we must find a way to deal with the weapons being transported into the San Die Quan before the Cult of Steam and Steel notices the gangs' actions. As long as we get a trustworthy person in control of those weapons, it will be useless for the gangs to send them into San Die Quan at this critical juncture, no matter what their purpose is.

Fortunately, he has now confirmed that there is a trustworthy group of people within the Triassic Circle.

That is Puss, the tri-circle justice sheriff, and the self-defense force he is working to build.

"Phew... I understand. I'll bring Mr. Yellow Raincoat's letter tomorrow, Father." Dante breathed a long sigh of relief as he realized what had happened, his back covered in a cold sweat.

It must be said that the Jurassic Circle gangsters' plan was extremely sinister, a scheme that was both open and covert.

Unfortunately, the Jurassic Circle gangs overlooked one thing: justice exists even in the Triassic Circle. And more fatefully, just like the Jurassic Circle and the Mafia of the past, the residents of the Triassic Circle began to form self-defense forces.

Thinking about this made Dante feel a surge of excitement.

An organization that went astray was defeated by a brand-new organization just like its former self; it was simply fate.

"Really? I hope you have sweet dreams tonight," the priest smiled gently.

Chapter 113 The Shattered Sense of Security

"Lorne, what are you looking at! Hurry up and lay out the blanket! Let me tell you first, I'm not laying it out for you!"

Holding the blanket provided by the elderly couple, Sitch shouted at Lorne, who was slapping his hand on the shop window and looking out at the street.

“I’m just keeping watch!” Lorne slumped his shoulders, turned his head and complained, “Don’t you know what kind of person Ryan is? Even if he’s scared me away, he’ll still remember me.”

“That…that makes sense,” Sitch nodded after thinking for a moment.

“Alright—don’t think about it too much,” Shirley reached out and grabbed Lorne by the back of his collar, pulling him back. “Hurry up and spread out the blankets.”

"Oh oh oh-"

Lorne nodded, picked up the blanket, buried his face in it, took a deep breath, and then looked up, shaking his head from side to side with a sense of satisfaction. "I have a feeling that this blanket gives me a sense of security."

"Have you forgotten about the Knight's blanket so quickly?" Sitch raised his hand and slapped Lorne on the back of the head.

"That's different. How should I put it? The blanket that Knight Nemo gave me was new and felt very high-end, but it always felt cold and just a blanket. This blanket, although it's old, always feels warm and cozy... it has a sense of home."

As he spoke, Lorne buried his face in the blanket again and laughed foolishly.

“If you understand, then be careful not to get it dirty,” Sitch rolled her eyes and looked at Sherry. “Speaking of which, is Carly alright?”

Before Shirley could speak, Lorne looked up and complained, "She's already been taken a liking to by a noble young master from the capital, Millennium, and now she's some kind of revolutionary leader. What's there to worry about?"

"That's what they say, but..."

"Alright! Let's not think about Carly anymore."

Lorne wanted to say something, but before he could finish, Sherry interrupted him.

“Although I don’t know what Carly went through or saw on her wrist that day, that person is now on a completely different path from us,” Sherry sighed deeply. “From now on… we shouldn’t have anything to do with her.”

Lorne was startled by Shirley's serious words and quickly tried to dissuade her, "Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Maybe, right! Maybe Carly was coerced by the nobles! We can't fight against the Millennium nobles at all."

“Yes, yes, of course, there’s also the possibility that Carly has been blinded by the sugar-coated bullets of the Millennium Aristocracy, but she’ll soon realize it,” Sitch immediately chimed in.

“Can’t you… see it?” Sherry raised her hand and patted her forehead. “Carly is not normal anymore. Nobody likes to be dirty, and nobody likes to have all sorts of bugs jumping around in their hair. We’re just… because we’ve given up on ourselves, and we’re trying to use these unemployable traits as an excuse for not wanting to work.”

Sitch and Lorne fell silent.

Do you find that comfortable?

"Well... I do feel refreshed after washing myself," Lorne said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, scratching the back of his head.

"Cough—it does feel much better now that there are no bugs jumping around in my hair," Sitch coughed, glancing to one side as he muttered under his breath, "Honestly, just thinking about how I looked before makes me itch."

"So, would you be willing to go back to your previous state now?"

"Of course not!"

Sitch and Lorne shouted almost in unison.

I didn't care about being dirty before because I got used to it over time. Now that I'm clean, I don't want to go back to being dirty unless I'm out of my mind.

“Right, that’s the normal reaction, but Carly is promoting these absurd things,” Shirley couldn’t help but raise her voice, “and even wants homeless people to be proud of these absurd things! Like homeless people shouldn’t work, like not showering is a special feature!”

"I--"

Shirley took a deep breath, turned around, covered her forehead, sat down in a chair, and let out a long sigh.

"I feel uncomfortable just being in the same room with her now."

“Carly…Carly may not really want this. She’s just saying all this to make life a little better for the homeless…” Lorne scratched his face, his already weak confidence dwindling under Sherry’s gaze, and finally he turned his face away. “However, I really don’t understand her anymore. She wasn’t like this before.”