There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"It's a once powerful dead soul."

The Tin Man adjusted his gaze and reminded Kal'tsit of the inappropriateness in her words.

"You know, Tikkaz is closely connected to every corner of this continent, and Colombia is no exception."

"Or would it make you feel better if I told you that the whispers of hatred still keep me awake, and that I wish I could transform into a flying fortress and return to Kazdel?"

"No, so the Melander Foundation has noticed Rhodes Island."

Kal'tsit shook her head, ignoring the sarcasm in the Tin Man's words.

and...

Has the news of Londinium reached here?

Kal'tsit held her chin with her right hand and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Logically, only a few people should know about Rhodes Island's involvement in the Londinium incident, and this dead soul is not one of them.

So...

Is there a mole?

Or...

"Don't get me wrong, this isn't the first time you've appeared before the Melander Foundation, my Lord. Giving threatening targets a proper look is a matter of courtesy."

As if he saw what Kal'tsit was thinking, the Tin Man reminded her.

"Even if the last time we met was just a minor legal dispute, where was it... Tikarendo?"

"Rhodes Island is a very young organization. It needs to be more cautious, my lord."

"Since you know this, you should also know who it belongs to and what path it's on."

Faced with the Tin Man's threatening words, Kal'tsit refuted without showing any weakness.

Seeing Kal'tsit being so tough, the expression that Tin Man had just pretended disappeared immediately.

"Alas, what trouble... So I'm not here to persuade you to stop, Lord. According to the intelligence from the agents, this matter involves quite a few acquaintances, some of whom have close ties with you."

"I have no objection to Rhodes Island wanting to participate in this matter, but I think you should listen to the advice of the Melander Foundation."

He really can't do this kind of job of playing the bad guy...

"Is it a suggestion or an order?"

Kal'tsit is as strong as ever.

"Anyway, personally, I really hope we're on the same page, Lord Kelsey."

Helplessly, in front of Kal'tsit, the Tin Man finally "surrendered".

"I understand."

Hearing the Tin Man's subtext, Kal'tsit nodded in understanding.

"Is that your companion over there?"

The Tin Man looked up and saw far away. Beneath the dark clouds, the pure white Erfei Linsi and the fiery red Safbala were sitting on chairs, both holding snacks in their hands and eating them with gusto.

Safra was talking to his companion excitedly, but the white Filin just looked at the sky, as if he didn't care.

She was thinking about the past.

She seemed to know why she received the letter and why she returned to this country, but she didn't seem to be very clear.

There were so many things to do that she felt a little annoyed.

What she wanted to do most now was to go up to that person, apologize properly, and beat up the guy who came up with the bad idea.

That's it.

"Ah... I remember them. Have they grown this big already?"

The Tin Man, who had rescued the other party from the ruins as one of his former missions, had a deep memory of the white kitten.

That level of Originium skill destroyed an entire building...

It's hard to imagine that this is something a child can do.

The same goes for Ifrit.

After all, the other party just left not long ago.

"What a cruel fate, Kal'tsit... Doctor, are you going to let such a young child face his own fate?"

Thinking of the news that prisoner No. 30 was released from prison some time ago, the Tin Man roughly guessed what Kal'tsit was thinking.

Kelsey was silent for a moment.

The change in the Tin Man's title made her realize that the dead soul in front of her only represented himself at this moment, not the Melander Foundation as a whole.

Therefore, she had no reason to speak of those obscure "know-it-alls".

"This is their own choice, I have no right to interfere."

"Even if they're not ready?"

"But they are already adults, and besides... who is truly ready?"

"Oh, that's right..."

The Tin Man chuckled and didn't ask any further questions.

Life is like a play. When you are actually performing on stage, who can be sure that you can do it perfectly?

Kal'tsit raised her head and silently looked at the city of Tremont under the dark clouds in the distance.

The towering buildings were submerged in the dark clouds, and the bottom of the city was covered by ridges of fields.

This is a brand new city. It has abandoned everything in the past. It has only the future, no past.

Those dark things have long been treated as exhaust emissions and blown away by the wind all over the world.

The Tin Man also raised his head.

In the sky, above the entire city, above the entire earth, at a height that humans have longed for but have never been able to reach for thousands of years, a burning fireball is streaking across the sky and falling towards the earth.

"It seems that my friends should have some results. See you later, my lord."

The Tin Man stood up from his seat, put his hat back on his head, picked up the food on the table, and waved goodbye.

"Friends...dead souls? That's a really new term."

Looking at the Tin Man's back, Kal'tsit shook her head and waved to the two children in the distance.

That's right, kid.

Considering her age, this is very appropriate.

.........

"They didn't follow?"

Tarina asked as she sat in the lobby of the candy store.

"No... I cleared all traces along the way. They can't catch up."

On the other side, Jeston, who had collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion, responded.

He just felt like his lungs were about to explode!

Not long ago, they were accidentally caught by the Ministry of Defense who rushed over after hearing the news. In order to escape smoothly, Jeston, who was worried about how to show his loyalty, immediately took the initiative to assume the task of covering their retreat.

Anyway, if he gets caught, he will just go to jail. It's not like he hasn't seen that before.

Moreover, his current boss is not the petty-minded Grandet of the past. Even if he goes to jail, Talina will get him out.

It's an intuition, a man's intuition.

Very accurate, extremely accurate.

The last time this intuition was triggered was in Mansfield Prison.

Saria knocked him to the ground with three punches, but he did not feel like he was on the verge of death. On the contrary, he felt that he could survive.

And this is indeed the case.

Volume 9: Chapter 18: You Shouldn't Have Come

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Talina nodded, expressing her appreciation for Zeston's behavior.

Rewards and punishments should be clearly defined; this is the correct way to manage subordinates.

If you do something good, you should reward it. It’s just a few words of praise and it doesn’t cost much, so why be stingy?

Jeston did a really good job this time, and even from her perspective, she couldn't find any fault with it.

“As it should be…”

To calm his violently beating heart, Jeston struggled to get up from the ground.

Seeing this, Saria on the side took a chair from the side and placed it in front of Jeston.

Seeing his "enemy" doing such a kind gesture, Jeston was immediately "flattered" and hurriedly said a few words of thanks.

Saria didn't reply, but just nodded to show that she understood.

Like Talina, she is a person who clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments. If it weren't for Jeston who distracted the Colombian Ministry of Defense's pursuers this time, they would definitely be in trouble.

At least I won't be able to sit here and rest peacefully like I do now.

"Where's the Tin Man? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

After resting for about ten minutes, Saria became the first to become anxious.

"I don't know. Anyway, this is his base camp. If he still wants to stay here, then he can't leave. Besides, he has no reason to leave."

After comforting Saria, Talina looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's almost noon. Let's take a break, eat something, and gather some strength. You can't go looking for someone on an empty stomach, right?"

"I think I heard someone want to eat?"

With a whoosh, the tightly closed rolling door was pulled open, and dazzling sunlight poured into the store, illuminating everything inside.

The Tin Man stood leisurely at the door, holding a brown paper bag.

"Are you hungry? How many of you?"

Placing the brown paper bag in the center of the crowd, the Tin Man pulled over a stool and sat down.

"It's not too late to "interrogate" me after you finish eating."

The Tin Man grinned, felt the warmth of the sun on his body, and closed his eyes comfortably.

His current body is made of steel and is made of machines. He can enjoy very little feedback from the outside world, but sunlight happens to be one of them.

Talina and the other two were not shy either. They divided the food brought back by the Tin Man and began to eat in silence.

"You guys eat first, I'll tell you what I heard."

Waving his hand to dispel the gloom before him, the Tin Man sat upright and said, "The Ministry of National Defense has currently imposed martial law in Districts 10, 11, 12, and 13. I initially suspect this is where Christen is hiding."

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that this is a smokescreen from the Ministry of Defense. After all, who knows if they know Christen's location?"

"We can currently search these four regions, focusing on construction sites or wastelands that have been shut down due to accidents. What do you think?"

After saying this, the Tin Man spread his hands and waited for others' responses.

Talina wiped the corner of her mouth with a piece of paper and nodded. "Okay, let's focus on these four areas first, and focus on finding anything related to the launch pad."

"The aircraft is quite large, and the noise it makes during launch is bound to be quite loud. We can ask the people nearby about the situation. If possible, we can get the data inside before they do."

The five-meter length of the aircraft cannot be easily concealed, and coupled with the noise during takeoff, the surrounding area can definitely hear something.

These are all clues that may be lurking.

"By the way, Mr. Tin Man, we just met your colleague..."

Talina raised her head and looked at the tin man: "Ms. Holhaiya."

The Tin Man disappears and Holhaiya appears, making it hard not to associate them together.

Their alliance with the Tin People was fragile, and despite Fremont's guarantee, Talina was also somewhat uneasy because... they had no common interests.

You know, the best way to unite a team is not emotion or goal, but the common interests of both parties.