Sir! Don't close the net!

"But the people you approach are all in similar situations and share similar thoughts as you."

"Damn it—those guys actually treated me like one of those idiots," the man cursed under his breath. "Just because I'm the illegitimate child of that guy who had an affair with his sister, pshaw—those guys weren't exactly born any better."

"So your symptoms got worse and worse, and eventually turned into...this?" Li Yili held up a finger and waved it from side to side. "Besides you, how many others are there?"

"Ah... let me think... who knows, there are probably about ten people," the man said, raising his hands.

"Yeah?"

"Ah...this is really terrible," the man sighed, putting his hands behind his head as he saw that Li Yili was no longer going to pay attention to him. "I searched for all sorts of methods, even risking being removed from the family tree to investigate these taboos, and finally found some clues only to have them dumped here."

"A clue? Do you think there's a way to alleviate your current situation?" Li Yili raised her eyebrows.

"It's less about alleviating and more about... crashing headlong into the wall," the man said with a smirk. "Since we can't get rid of those crazy ideas, we might as well just accept them."

"You're just desperate and grasping at straws."

“Because someone succeeded, and not so long ago, the man’s name was Dela Pal, the man who should have inherited the name Wilson Pal,” the man leaned forward, a look of resentment flashing in his eyes, “He figured out the method, put it into practice, and… succeeded in becoming a member of a world filled with those crazy ideas.”

"You also want to be a part of that kind of world?"

“Do I look like I have any other choice?” The man pointed to his face and scratched his hair. “I finally found out the location of Dela Pal’s real hometown and was thinking of going there to see if I could find any clues, but then something big happened at my grandmother’s place, turning it from a nobody’s little place into the focus of attention.”

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly.

"What's that place called?"

"Hmm? Ah~ It's a place called Guoweidun. Before the Pal family became wasteland nobles, they were rich people in that wretched place. They even had a monastery, which I heard was renovated several times and no longer looks like a monastery."

Chapter 131 The King in Yellow and Mr. Yellow Raincoat

Ashley seemed to say something else after that, but Anne didn't pay much attention to it. She just smiled and nodded, responding only when necessary, so that Ashley wouldn't notice that she was distracted.

Anne hated Arkham University because it wasn't absolutely neutral; it didn't belong solely to the wasteland, but to the entire world, making this world...

The world became more prosperous, and the civilized Arkham University was not a tool of the Cult of Steam and Steel, but rather a tool of the Cult of Steam and Steel to achieve some chilling purpose.

The changes brought about by Arkham University, which should have made the wasteland more prosperous, became a burden that increased the rifts between different circles in the wasteland under the guidance of the Cult of Steam and Steel. This made the wasteland's royal family and nobles even more afraid of correct reforms, and they became so resistant to change that they wanted to close their country and their minds.

Anne had resentfully thought how wonderful it would be if Arkham University disappeared, but now that she was actually told that Arkham University was gone, she felt an emptiness in her heart, and even a glimmer of light behind her.

Spurred by the Cult of Steam and Steel and Arkham University, the wasteland royal family and nobles, who wished to seal off the wasteland and suppress the minds of all wasteland residents, would never establish a school similar to Arkham University that welcomes everyone. The wasteland royal family and nobles would only gleefully celebrate the breaking of the ladder that commoners climbed up to Arkham University, and then fill it with cement to completely block the commoners' chances.

If the wasteland royal family were to do that, the most advanced country in the wasteland would become the most backward country in just a few years.

Thinking of this, Annie couldn't help but sigh deeply, rubbing her forehead.

"Ha... So only that idiot Earl Wilson would be the one to stick his neck out?"

"Huh? What bird?" Ashley blinked and stood on tiptoe to look around.

“Annie, you must be mistaken. There’s no bird smell at all here,” Rebecca said, waving her hand.

“Well…you’re right, I must have misread it,” Anne smiled, glanced at the bustling street, and shook her head. “Speaking of which, Miss Ashley, aren’t you planning to write a letter to Mr. Dante today?”

Upon hearing Dante, Ashley immediately perked up, put her hands on her hips, and nodded vigorously. "Of course I plan to write it! Or rather..."

Ashley paused, her hands, which had been on her hips, slowly sliding down, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"I've written a lot of letters, and they're all stuck there."

"That's really... If they were all sent out, Mr. Dante would probably be so happy he'd do a backflip," Annie chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

"Really? Aren't you sure you won't be scared?" Ashley asked hesitantly.

“Miss Ashley, this is your true self, and the true you loves Mr. Dante,” Anne emphasized. “There’s no need for you to hide or pretend; it won’t help your relationship with Dante at all.”

Anne had expected Ashley to blush and fidget as usual after she used the word "love," but she was wrong. Ashley not only didn't blush, but even gave Anne a complicated look that Anne couldn't quite understand. Although it was only for a moment, Anne was sure she saw it.

“That’s true,” Ashley gently twirled a strand of hair and turned to look at the bustling street.

Rebecca leaned to one side, looked at Annie, then at Ashley, and stuck out her tongue. "Aren't you tired?"

“I’m used to it,” Annie gently patted Rebecca’s forehead. “Speaking of which, aren’t you going to see Mr. Lee… in the yellow raincoat?”

"It's alright..." Rebecca straightened up, put her hands behind her head, and swayed her body gently from side to side. "That guy's disappearance must mean he's up to something big."

"Big job?"

Anne became interested and, upon closer reflection, realized that the person she knew well was Levi Esti Richard, Arkham University's most outstanding graduate, and she wasn't very familiar with Li Yili.

Ashley also looked over with a face full of curiosity.

“Well…” Rebecca blinked, “This isn’t some fairy tale…”

Although she's a bit oblivious, she does understand some basic common sense and knows what she should and shouldn't say.

For example, she and Li Yili were both prisoners in Teresa Prison before; for example, they weren't released after their sentences were served, but rather they escaped; for example...

There were no survivors in Theresa's prison.

"Cough—I heard it, I heard it from someone else! I didn't make it up myself!"

Rebecca looked around, sniffed hard, and after confirming there was no trace of her or Li Yili's scent, she lowered her voice.

"He seems to have previously stayed in a small place called Guoweidun and a rather large seaport in India or something like that."

Anne and Ashley's eyes twitched violently.

They knew nothing about Guoweidun, or had never even heard of it, but they did know about the large seaport that Rebecca mentioned—Instas, the largest seaport in the Nibelungen, which had seen significant investment in industries in the wasteland.

But Instas is now history. An unprecedented calamity swallowed up the world's largest harbor and has now become one of the forbidden zones for life. The cause of this terrible calamity seems to be an unusual deity known as the King in Yellow.

And now a man in a yellow raincoat is following them.

“Ahem—although no one anticipated the calamity of Instas, not all Instas people died. Some left Instas a few days before the calamity arrived,” Anne coughed heavily and raised a finger. “Besides… the title ‘Mr. Yellow Raincoat’ only came about because Mr. Levi Esti Richard was wearing a yellow raincoat when he appeared before me. It doesn’t actually have much to do with the King in Yellow.”

"Say

"Get up, I've heard that the King in Yellow has been imprisoned in Theresa's Prison," Ashley nodded after thinking for a moment, chin in hand.

Rebecca tilted her head, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to realize something, paused for a moment, and looked away under Ashley and Annie's gaze. "Pretty much, well—actually, it doesn't really matter whether he's the King in Yellow or not. He doesn't actually have that ability. The previous ones were all coincidences, just coincidences!"

Rebecca raised her hand and gestured.

"If wherever he goes is wiped out, then he's gone from the Triassic Circle to the capital, Millennium. Does that mean the entire wasteland will be wiped out?"

"Hahaha—ha—ha..."

Rebecca wanted to laugh a few times to ease the tension, but as she laughed, she awkwardly realized that Ashley and Anne not only had subtle expressions, but were even avoiding her gaze.

"No, it's not funny..."

Chapter 132 Robbery

"procession?"

Nemo closed the book in his hand, picked up a wine glass and held it up to Carly, who was standing at the door. Carly's face was tinged with blood red in the glass.

“There’s no need to report such obvious things to me,” Nemo smiled meaningfully. “You know, the help I’ll offer you is limited to a few words.”

“Of course I know,” Carly said, her expression unchanged, “that’s why I’m here to ask for your help.”

“Help? Like? Protect your guards? Just say so,” Nemo said without any surprise, putting down his glass and leaning forward to stare at Carly. “I am very satisfied with your efforts and results. I will naturally cherish useful tools. You are a rare find.”

"In the name of the Wasteland Aristocracy, we declare that the Wasteland is facing a famine crisis, and the Triassic Circle's food reserves will soon be exhausted," Carly's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, without the slightest ripple.

Nemo tilted his head and leaned back against the sofa. "You don't need to tell me these things."

“Because you want to undermine the authority of the Cult of Steam and Steel in the Triassic, right?” Carly smirked. “Is it really necessary?”

Nemo glanced at Carly, got up, and stuffed the book into the bookshelf.

"To you, the inhabitants of the wasteland may be divided into different classes, but to us, there are only two kinds of people in the wasteland: us and you. Who is a merchant, who is a thug, and who is the lowest labor force makes no difference to us. If the wasteland is like an apple tree, then we are the ones picking the apples. We don't care what the apple tree is made of."

"Do you understand?"

Nemo pulled out a new book and shrugged at Carly.

Carly stared at Nemo for a moment, then smiled slightly. "I think you, Knight Nemo, are very suitable to become an earl of the wasteland."

Nemo paused, then glanced at Carly with some surprise, crossing his arms. "Interesting. You're starting to fawn over me now."

“No, it’s just the truth, or rather… just what I felt,” Carly shook her head.

“Really? Interesting. I’ve heard that kind of thing far too many times. Although it’s true, I’m still happy,” Nemo raised his head. “Is there anything else you want? Just say it.”

"Change."

“Change? Ah~ you mean your status as a homeless person in the Triassic Circle? Sure, once everything settles down, I’ll make you a member of the Cretaceous Circle. Of course, if you work hard enough this time, hehe—even a Millennium City residency in the capital isn’t impossible,” Nemo smiled confidently.

"Becoming a resident of the capital's Millennium City and being able to guide the homeless?" Carly laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Why not? Without the support of the nobles in the capital, Millennium, would they dare to make a move now? By becoming a resident of Millennium, you can solidify your position as a leader."

Nemo felt he had seen through Carly's thoughts, so he stopped paying so much attention to her and started making grand promises, completely unaware of the change in Carly's eyes.

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.

Lorne chuckled as he picked up the box in front of the shop and put it into the warehouse. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his hands on his hips, and nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected of me."

"You're something else! You've only moved a few boxes," Sitch raised his knee and bumped Lorne's butt. "Hurry up and move them! Don't slack off!"

"I know, it's just a short rest, and... you told me not to slack off or anything..."

Lorne rubbed his backside, glanced at the two boxes in front of him, then looked at the several boxes placed at the warehouse entrance, and lowered his voice.

"There's only so much stock, it'll be gone in no time if we move it around a bit. What do we do after we finish this job?"

Sitch leaned back and slapped Lorne on the back of the head. "You're useless! Of course you should think about what you're supposed to do! You don't know unless someone tells you! You deserve to be a lackey for life!"

"Hey... so you know what to do now?" Lorne muttered, clutching the back of his head.

"This...I don't know!"

Sickey crossed his arms and raised his head.

"But at least I'm not thinking about dawdling and wasting time moving a few boxes that should be done quickly! Right now, I just want to finish the work quickly and then think!"

Lorne curled his lip, "Fine, fine—you think you're so great! You're so high and mighty! I'll go get the boxes right now!"

“But…” Sitch lowered her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, and glanced at her with some concern.

storehouse.

The warehouse, which should have been packed full, now only has a few boxes left. Today's delivery was also minimal. If this continues, the store will soon be out of things to sell.