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Lazy Little Kitten: No way, it seems that the deformed people themselves are also mentally polluted?

Book artist: What do you think An Ransang?

This is an actor: perhaps assimilated.

Miss Beaver:?

Lin Fengjiao: Assimilation?

Illustrator: Are you saying that the Deformed were also mentally corrupted and chose to join this city? That's impossible, right? Aren't the Deformed already corrupted to the point of losing their sanity? How can they be brought back?

This is an actor: restoring sanity is of course impossible, even for a creator-level god. But creating a race that appears to have sanity is easy, just like creating artificial humans.

Upskirt Maniacs: Creating a Clan?

Hatchet Girl: Wait a minute! An Ran-san, are you saying that the minds of these polluted people are actually indoctrinated?

This is an actor: just a guess, maybe not right.

Although he said so, An Ran was almost 90% sure that the facts were just as he said. The remaining 10% was because he thought there might be an exception.

But generally speaking, it is just as he said. These polluters who seem to be still forming social clusters are actually like puppet robots that have lost their souls.

If the switch at a certain joint point is touched, they will definitely reveal their true appearance.

A few months ago, An Ran might not have been so sure about this kind of thing, but now it was different. His understanding of the rules had been further strengthened, and he could almost see the essence of things at a glance.

In reality, this ability is quite boring, and in the long run it may alienate human nature. Being able to see through everything at a glance means losing curiosity and the desire to make progress.

So most of the time, An Ran is completely blocked from this ability.

"What's wrong? Are these things not to your liking?" Just as he was stunned, Triss suddenly asked from the opposite side, "If you like something lighter, I can ask the chef to change it."

"It's okay." An Ran shook her head slightly and smiled, "I was just thinking about something else."

"Are you thinking about Ciri?" Triss was stunned for a moment, then said, "She can already handle things on her own, there's absolutely no problem. Speaking of which, you two really missed each other perfectly. If you had come two days earlier, you could have met again."

"I know, but it's not the right time yet." An Ran picked up the fork, picked up a piece of barbecue and put it in her mouth.

Although this era is probably like the Middle Ages in Europe, full of barbarism and chaos, the high-end food in this world is still as good as modern food. In fact, due to the superiority of the ingredients, it has a more natural flavor than modern food.

For example, the honey barbecue in front of you would definitely be far superior to the standards of a five-star hotel in modern times.

"I have a suggestion, Anran." Triss didn't seem to understand Anran's response, which seemed premature. However, she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she said, "Why don't you settle down in Vizima? Given my current situation, I shouldn't have any problem getting you a house in the trade zone."

"The Trade District is a good place." An Ran looked out the window and said meaningfully, "But compared to that, I still prefer the atmosphere of the Temple District."

"The atmosphere of the temple area?!" Triss was stunned, her face full of surprise.

She couldn't imagine what kind of atmosphere the Temple District could have. In her impression, the Temple District gave her only the impression of being dirty, messy, with sewage flowing everywhere and garbage everywhere. How could that be called an atmosphere?

"Atmosphere is not just about the environment, it's also about the breath of life." An Ran seemed to see what she was thinking and explained with a smile, "But here, what I feel is not the breath of life, but the breath of enjoyment."

"I didn't realize you were a philosophy enthusiast?" Triss blinked and said, "Is the bar for becoming a demon hunter so high now? Oh, I forgot... You're not actually a demon hunter, you're a mage, right? A high-level mage from another world!"

"Did Xili tell you?" An Ran asked with a smile.

"Hmm, I have a very good relationship with your little darling," Triss said in a teasing tone. "Strictly speaking, she should call me mom...sister."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're still hiding from me?" Just as she finished her words, Kayla's mocking voice rang out. "You clearly wanted to be my mother, so why did you become my sister?"

"Kayla, you have nothing to do here."

"This isn't your room, Triss. Do you have other motives for trying to get rid of me? It's a shame I'm Ciri's man. If you're really lonely, I can help you find someone who's right for you."

"Haha, then you should keep it for yourself, Kayla. I thought you had found your lover today, but I didn't expect you to come back? Oh, is it because I didn't help you prepare the aphrodisiac?" Triss counterattacked expressionlessly.

Next, the two women started a new round of fierce confrontation, and their words seemed to reveal everything that should and should not be said.

An Ran sighed, shook her head slightly, and decisively opened the group chat interface.

914 Queen of the Night

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Sister Hua, your little yard seems to be no different from the previous world of Death.

The villain in Soul Society: I haven't touched it, so of course there is no difference.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: That’s right, I just feel like something is missing.

The evildoers in Soul Society:?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: This yard didn’t seem to be as spacious as it is now.

Looking around, Xiaonan tried hard to think about what was missing from this yard. But after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember.

The Evil Ones of Soul Society: Instead of thinking about this here, you might as well go watch the battle between Kenpachi and Ichigo Kurosaki.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: No, it's all destined anyway, what's there to see? I just want to fast forward to when Aizen is showing off, and then kick him out of the sky.

Lazy Little Kitten: Hahaha, this scene is full of déjà vu.

Skirt-lifting maniac: I want to see it too, reserve a spot in the front row!

The villain in Soul Society: This matter may not be simple. He probably suspects us.

Lazy Kitten: Doubt you? No way, is he that powerful? He's just Aizen, not Anran.

Soul Society's Evil Lead: Aizen's acumen is quite strong. Konan's previous attack has already piqued his interest. He is still trying various methods to find the source of the attack, and has secretly prepared multiple response plans.

Book artist: Oh my god, this old pervert.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Your curse is a bit strange. Aizen is a sinister guy... but aren't Sister Hana and Sister Konan, who know him so well, even more sinister?

Book Artist: Ruiko-chan, you're causing trouble, aren't you?

Skirt-lifting maniac: No, I’m stating the facts.

The illustrator of the book: Hammer's truth, I think you're just trying to stir up trouble! Come here and pinch your face for me!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Da-mee-da-mee-yo.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I remembered, Sister Hua, there's a tank missing from your yard! That tank is gone!

Miss Beaver: Tank?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Hahahaha, what a fucking tank!

Book artist: Is this the tank that Sister Hua won in the lottery before?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Yes, it was originally parked behind the yard! Now it’s gone!

The villain from Soul Society: You want me to drive it over here?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: No, it just suddenly occurred to me. By the way, how's that Pedrod doing? Has the medicine seeped into him yet?

The villains of Soul Society: Not so fast, we have to wait a little longer.

The drug they were talking about was actually Unohana Retsu's recently developed potion that could eliminate a person's mental defenses. Once this potion completely penetrated a person's mind, they would fall into a state of mental disorder.

However, this would take quite a long time, and it would also be necessary to ensure that the person receiving the potion would not suffer a complete mental breakdown.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: So annoying, I want to know the answer now.

Soul Society's Evil Leader: If you're really that anxious, you can just ask An Ran to help. With his omniscience and omnipotence, he doesn't even need the aid of potions, right?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: No, I am an independent and strong woman! How can I rely on a man for everything? This is absolutely not allowed!

The villain in Soul Society: He said it so firmly, but his phone screensaver is all his photos.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: This is love, it has nothing to do with independence!

Curly: Hoo-ho-ho, the grand and frenzied war is about to begin! It's a grand event, it's also a ceremony! From the pinnacle of the pirate world, the Battle of Marineford has begun! Who will win? The pirates, led by the Whitebeard Pirates? The navy, led by Grand Admiral Sengoku? Or will both sides suffer losses, allowing someone to take advantage of the situation? Do you want to know?

Upskirt Maniac: Love, this definition is acceptable!

Book artist: Tsk tsk tsk, they’re feeding dog food again!

Curly: Hey, what's going on with you guys? Gin-san, I laid such a good foundation, and you completely ignored me?

Illustrator: Huh? What the hell are you laying the groundwork for? Either start the livestream or shut up! Who the hell needs this kind of foreshadowing?

Curly-haired guy: I get it, you bastards just don’t know how to appreciate art!

Miss Beaver: Phew, this is art?

Lazy Little Kitten: Even Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore. Is this art?

Curly: Okay, Gin-san, I get it! Forget about watching the live stream, I'm not going live today!

Skirt-lifting maniac: It’s up to you to broadcast it or not, it’s like everyone has never watched One Piece.

This is an actor: Are you children?

Looking at the chat logs in the group, An Ran felt a little helpless. She exhaled lightly, pushed open the door in front of her, and walked out.

The war between Keira and Triss ended with the intervention of the Kingdom's Knight Guard, citing the arrival of Nilfgaard's envoys. Before leaving, Triss instructed Anran not to leave and to stay in her room that night.

An Ran didn't intend to listen to her, not because he was afraid that the other party would launch a night attack, but as he had said before, he didn't like the atmosphere of the trade zone.

The sky was already extremely dark, with stars twinkling in the sky. The roadside wasn't completely silent either, with night owls making eerie coos from the branches.

Residents of the trade zone thought that since this was the upper city, the nights must be quiet and peaceful, but this was not the case.

Even in the trading area, there are still many traces of monster activities.

An Ran had only walked a few dozen meters when she could already sense the combined auras of the vampire woman, Taracha, and the bat-winged demon. Strangely, the owners of these auras seemed to be imprisoned by some special power.

Following the source, Anran arrived in front of a magnificent building. The entrance to this building had a prominent sign with the words "Queen of the Night's Cottage" in large letters.

It turns out to be here.

An Ran nodded meaningfully, finally figuring out some things.

This so-called cabin of the Queen of the Night is actually a brothel. However, the service staff in this brothel are very strange. Each of them is not human, but a genuine blood-sucking creature.

The proprietress of this brothel is a high-level vampire.

915 Battle of Marineford

of course.

Although she was a high-ranking vampire, the Queen of the Night would not hunt humans at will. Usually, she would only wait for her guests to fall asleep and then take a small amount of their blood to maintain her vitality.

Unless they themselves are seriously threatened, they will turn into bloody killing machines.

An Ran naturally had no interest in vampires serving as such. She just took a quick look and prepared to leave.

But before he could move a step, several gorgeously dressed women came out of the door carrying a tied-up man.

puff.

The tied-up man was thrown to the ground, and several women spat at him. "Bah, damn liar, don't show up in front of us again!"

"Jasmine, my dear Jasmine!" Although he was thrown hard, the man endured the pain and shouted at the door. "Can you really bear to abandon me? My dear Jasmine, have you forgotten our past?"

Click.

A girl named Jasmine stopped as she was about to enter the house.

"Don't listen to him, Jasmine!" At this moment, Jasmine's companion quickly hugged her waist and said, "This bastard is a liar. Have you forgotten how many times he's lied to you?"

"That's right. He didn't even know which woman he slept with last night." Another companion echoed, "I heard that Count Bolet's wife was also his lover."

"You, please listen to my explanation..." The man panicked, sweat oozing from his forehead. "This matter is not what you think. Mrs. Carmen and I are..."

"Shut up, Dandelion!" Jasmine took a breath and shook her head, "We're done, don't come to me again!" After that, she followed her sisters and walked straight into the house.

"Jasmine, my Jasmine!" The man seemed to be in great pain as he watched the scene, his voice sounding like crying blood.

An Ran shook her head slightly and walked straight past the man.

"Dandelion?" The little black cat asked impatiently until they were alone. "Is he the famous bard, Dandelion?"

"Yes, it's him." An Ran nodded in confirmation.

"Is it really him? That was his girlfriend just now?" The little black cat's eyes were full of gossip, and he kept asking, "He was dumped by his girlfriend? This is really big news, huge news."

"This isn't news anymore; everyone's used to it," An Ran grumbled, leaving the group chat. "In Vizima alone, he has enough girlfriends to circle the entire city."

Curly: Hey, the Pirate Empress is here! I saw her! Do you want to see her? If you do, I'll send you a photo!

Illustrator: I didn't eat much at lunch, just two oranges. The cooking skills of those people in the temple are really poor, and the food tastes terrible.

Skirt-lifting maniac: That would be a disaster. How could I possibly be full by eating only oranges?