Sir! Don't close the net!

“This is an equivalent exchange,” Valkyrie said, bending down to pull a bottle of wine from under the coffee table, “just as if you gave it away in exchange.”

"Goo-"

"So, is Li Yili interested in...?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I don't have that idea right now," Li Yili said, making a big X with her hands in front of her.

Valkyr was taken aback. Valkyr, who was holding Gungnir, paused for a moment before throwing the gun aside, putting her hands on her hips, and laughing triumphantly. "Unfortunately, this man has been trained by me to only react to me."

"If you really come, I probably won't have time to sleep tonight. I have to catch a train tomorrow, so I regret that I have to postpone this part. You two can continue chatting. I need to go pack my luggage."

After saying that, Li Yili got up, picked up the two Gungnirs on the ground, whistled, and went up the spiral staircase. She quickly disappeared from the sight of Valkyrie and Iris.

After a five-minute silence, Valkyrie couldn't help but burst out laughing. Holding the wine bottle in her left hand and clutching her stomach with her right, she lay on the sofa and laughed heartily, her long legs swinging back and forth in her excitement.

"What's so funny—"

Valkyrie blushed.

“No, no, no, it’s really funny, because he really has desires for our bodies,” Valkyrie unscrewed the cork and tilted her head back to gulp down the high-concentration liquor that could be used directly as fuel.

"Because he's a pervert."

Valkyrie glanced at the stairs, sneered, sat back down, crossed her legs, and raised her chin. "Let me make this clear first, he's playing a very risky game. I advise you to be careful."

"Really? That's quite interesting," Valkyrie glanced at Valkyrie, a slight smile playing on her lips. "You call him a pervert, but you seem to enjoy it. You, who clearly hate men the most."

Valkyrie's breath hitched, and her golden eyes slowly drifted away.

“Sure enough~ At first glance, it seems like this man is taking advantage of you, but actually you are more enthusiastic about those things than he is,” Valkyrie Iris said, gently shaking the half-empty bottle from side to side. “We are the greatest masterpiece after imitation, incredible.”

"It doesn't matter at all!" Valhae Rae raised her voice. "You're going to stay here anyway, right?"

“Yes, as a mistress,” Valkyrie smiled quite frankly at Valkyrie. “Before I came here, I was wondering why you would be willing to be a mistress. Oh my—the shoes in that shoe cabinet are so beautiful! Compared to your shoes, my beloved boots look like they were picked up from the countryside. I’m so envious I could punch myself. But speaking of which, shouldn’t we consider adding another shoe cabinet?”

Valkyrie's eyes twitched violently, and she lowered her voice, "Do you think I got all that for nothing! Don't underestimate the profession of mistress! Do you think it's something that can be done simply by spreading your legs!"

"Really? That's really exciting!"

These two women have gone mad—

Li Yili, who was eavesdropping through the pipe, twitched his lips violently. He couldn't see through Valqiu Yuan, so he wasn't sure if Valqiu Yuan was serious or just teasing Valqiu Lei. But Valqiu Lei was definitely serious. If Valqiu Lei really took this matter seriously...

Think it over

It looks pretty good.

Li Yili blinked, then tilted her chin back slightly and leaned her body back.

However, if we include Valkyrie Kites...

Li Yili felt his legs go weak and his waist ache; as an ordinary person, he couldn't withstand two Valkyries.

No, no, no, is that the main point we should be focusing on right now?

Li Yili shook her head vigorously, turned to look at Gungnir, whom she had pinned to the side, and paced back and forth with her chin in her hand.

As a Valkyrie, Valkyrie and Iris certainly knew more about Gungnir than he did, but he trusted his instincts and had reasons to do so.

Valkyr Iris had told Valkyr Rei that they must never miss the target of Gungnir, and he did miss.

Theoretically, this is impossible. Without a clear target, there is no way to throw a shot that will hit the mark. Even if you deliberately aim at an empty space, you will inevitably be thinking about someone. It is absurd to ask someone without a sense of self to throw a shot, because according to Valhae Rae, throwing Gungnir requires a lot of knowledge. A person with a lot of knowledge must have a strong sense of self and a goal.

Unless the target is eliminated before Gungnir hits it.

Li Yili slightly raised her head, reflecting the map pasted on the wall into her right eye.

He had been studying maps for the past few days because he needed to choose a route that would be difficult for the Crusaders to find.

"I missed the Gungnir in Goweton..."

Li Yili walked slowly to the wall with the map, raised his right index finger and pointed to the circle drawn on the edge of Guo Weidun's map. He had never forgotten every moment that happened that day, including the location of the shot he missed.

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly, her finger slowly tracing the map before stopping at the location of Thorn City.

Chapter 72 Now is the perfect time to deal with Sheep Village Logistics!

Although it's called a business trip, those in the know understand that going to the former capital of Thorn City is not something to be publicized. The more discreet it is, the better, since Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits are currently kicking Bishop Azawi's job in Instass around like a ball.

So no one came to the train to see Li Yili off, not even to help her with her luggage.

Although it was her own decision, looking at the crowded flow of people in front of her, Li Yili, carrying her luggage, couldn't help but sigh. She tugged at her backpack, held her ticket in her left hand, and muttered, "Don't push, make way," while quietly pushing back the passengers who insisted on getting off the train at the entrance.

The hardest rules to follow in this world are those that are almost morally reprehensible, like stopping at red lights and going at green lights.

Li Yili fully understands the thoughts of these passengers who, like blind people, insist on going against the flow of people to get off at the entrance despite the signs prohibiting passengers from getting off at the entrance.

It's simply a matter of squeezing in a little because you're so close to the entrance. After all, moral boundaries are very flexible, and these minor rules that are close to the moral line naturally elicit reactions like, "Everyone's doing it, why am I being singled out?!", "I just want to get off!", and "Would it kill you to make an exception?!"

If it's truly an emergency, it's not impossible to make an exception. For example, if there aren't many passengers getting off and you can't squeeze to the exit normally, then you can make an exception. However, Instas is a large station with a large flow of people. As long as you follow the crowd, you can get out quickly. If you insist on going through an entrance where a lot of people are waiting to get in, then that's simply a matter of low moral standards.

So, for those who are self-aware but still insist on causing trouble for others, Li Yili always chooses to become the dark hero among the crowd, using a series of serious and ruthless moves to push them back into their cars.

"Hey—please move aside! I'm getting off at this stop! What are you doing!"

"Are you all in such a hurry to be reborn? Would it kill you to move aside?! Do you even know who my husband is?!"

Because the other person's voice was so shrill and the content they shouted was so standard, Li Yili took a special look at them. They were women in their thirties with very obvious makeup. Judging from the color, the cosmetics they used should belong to the upper class. Even through the crowded people, he could smell the strong perfume on them. They probably sprayed a lot of it so that others would know they were using this expensive perfume.

The fragrance, though pleasant, made Li Yili feel nauseous.

As for the person opposite him, although he was face-blind and couldn't tell whether someone was beautiful or ugly, he could tell that the other person was not pretty. His pretentious appearance but his mercenary behavior and his vicious tone made Li Yili feel like she was watching a social documentary.

Of course, in the end, the mercenary woman managed to squeeze off the train. Li Yili felt both regretful and fortunate. Based on his observation and understanding of the woman, if she hadn't had time to get off... she might have actually gone to the locomotive and asked the conductor to brake so she could get off.

If such a thing were to happen, then we would really feel bad for the train conductor.

While I don't hope this woman understands that one shouldn't take one's moral standards for granted, she should at least understand that getting off the bus at the entrance is much more troublesome than getting off at the exit.

Li Yili subconsciously glanced back, wondering what this mercenary woman was thinking. Instead of quickly scurrying away after getting off the bus with such annoying behavior, she was still standing there staring straight at the entrance. Clearly, she not only lacked awareness of the extremely irritating thing she had done, but also seemed to think she was being unreasonable.

It's natural to lose face over something so trivial.

Just as Li Yili was about to look away, she accidentally met the gaze of this mercenary older woman.

"What kind of look is that! Were you the one who pushed me just now?!"

Although she guessed correctly, Li Yili was certain that this mercenary older woman was simply acting this way because she felt looked down upon after making eye contact with him.

Li Yili rolled her eyes, completely ignoring the crowd and looking down at her ticket. This blatant disregard broke the shrewish woman's defenses. She screamed and pushed her way into the entrance, pointing her finger at Li Yili as she did so.

"Come here! What do you mean?!"

People boarding the train cast surprised glances at the mercenary woman.

Listening to the mercenary older sister's angry roar, Li Yili sat down happily in the window seat she had specially bought, turning her head to look at the mercenary older sister who was still shouting at the entrance.

He dislikes pushing his luck and considers knowing when to stop a virtue, but only if the other party is a person of martial virtue.

Without hesitation, Li Yili raised her middle finger at the mercenary older woman who noticed her gaze. Considering that the concept of the middle finger didn't exist in this world, Li Yili deliberately cooperated by showing a contemptuous expression.

As expected, the mercenary older sister exploded on the spot, glaring with her not-so-big eyes and charging aggressively toward the window where Li Yili was. Meanwhile, the passengers at the train entrance immediately boarded the train in an orderly fashion. Just as the mercenary older sister reached the window where Li Yili was, the train slowly started moving amidst the roar of steam.

Li Yili smiled brightly and waved at the shrewish older sister who was staring at her with wide eyes and an incredulous expression.

Now, this shrewish older woman won't be able to sleep tonight.

He'll definitely sleep soundly tonight.

Li Yili rested her chin on her hand, glanced sideways at Abel sitting opposite her, who was looking out the window, and grinned.

"There is no such thing as destiny in this world, only detailed plans, right, Mr. Promising Future?"

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.

"What?! Levi Strauss-Estelle Richard just got on a train and left?!" Austin jumped to his feet, his eyes gleaming. "Are you sure?"

“Yes, I’m sure,” the middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded vigorously. “Someone saw Levi Esti Richard board the train with his luggage.”

"Wait a minute... Do you think it's possible that Sheep Village Logistics is impersonating them? Just to lower our guard?" Austin's eyes widened in surprise at first, but he immediately became wary again.

“Probably not,” the middle-aged man shook his head. “In Instas, only that processing plant has the capability to make masks. Levi’s Ist Richard’s departure from Instas at this time is most likely related to the materials he was supposed to deliver to the fire spirits. It’s possible that the supplies were blocked because he was at odds with Bishop Azavet.”

“You’re right…!” Austin’s eyes lit up, and he excitedly pumped his fist. “It must be Bishop Azawi! Now is the perfect opportunity to deal with those damned Sheep Village logistics and fire spirits!”

Sheep Village Logistics Building.

Al and Abu stared blankly at the seat where Li Yili usually sat; a woman had taken Li Yili's place.

The woman could only be described as large. Her eyes, hidden between strands of dark green hair, held a deep, flowing light. A mask that covered almost half of her face concealed her features, but El and Abram recognized her at a glance.

"【Mother】."

Chapter 73 So let's become the sole ruler of the world!

"Mr. Promising Future, do you believe in fate?"

Li Yili crossed her legs, rested her chin on her left hand, and slid her right index finger back and forth on the table.

"I've heard that everything that happens in this world is caused by gravity. Just like how no matter how many times a person jumps, they will fall back down, people cannot escape the fate that pulls them together by gravity, which is what is called destiny. The more you try to resist, the more it hurts when you land."

Li Yili stopped her right index finger in front of her. She looked up at the person opposite her who was looking out the window, but her gaze remained fixed on Abel on his finger. A smile played on her lips.

"How many times has this been an unexpected meeting?"

Abel remained silent, and Li Yili got the answer.

There are never any unexpected meetings, only seemingly accidental ones that are actually inevitable, driven by countless hands.

“Don’t make that face. I’m not accusing you,” Li Yili shrugged and leaned back in her chair, gently gesturing with her right hand towards Abel. “Maybe I’m sitting here because of someone’s plan, but without a doubt, every decision that led me to sit here was determined by my own thoughts. So even if you suddenly told me that my every move was arranged by someone, I would only…”

Li Yili paused for a moment, then nonchalantly raised her middle finger.

"Ah, yes, yes—you have a good eye for people."

Abel's face twitched, then he held his forehead. "I believe in fate."

“Eh… Shall we start with this question?” Li Yili’s face fell. “I’m telling you, Mr. Future Promising, so-called fate is nothing but the stench of a villain when he’s winning, or the pity of an onlooker when a lovable hero dies. It’s nothing but a embellishment full of personal desires.”

"Make victory legitimate, and make defeat less embarrassing."

Why would you believe one?

Modifiers?

Abel exhaled and leaned against the shaking glass, his eyes, which were a gradient of gold and red, seemed to have sparks of light. "Because fate is not a modifier, but something that really exists. Each of us is a thread spun by the wheel of fate."