There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Not just your boss."

The young banshee frowned as she looked at the tin man, most of which had been dismantled.

"Oh? Could he be some old acquaintance of yours?"

Stopping his hand movements, Holhaiya looked at the tin man with only two arms left, feeling a little surprised.

"I don't know him, but my blood knows him."

Shaking her head, the banshee walked aside and closed her eyes to rest.

"How interesting! I've confirmed this many times, and this old guy doesn't smell like a Sarkaz."

Listening to the banshee's words, Holhaiya looked at the tin man in surprise.

The Tin People's racial confidentiality measures were very good. If she hadn't accidentally found the information about their previous injuries in the archives, she wouldn't have been able to find a way to deal with them.

Now that the banshee has revealed the other party's identity, things will be easy.

As for the Sarkaz... Terra has killed them more than once, so there are plenty of ways to deal with them.

Despite this, Holhaiya couldn't help but warn: "Be careful of any tricks he plays. I don't want to kill him with great difficulty only to see him resurrect in the same place."

When facing this kind of old monster, it is never too cautious. Moreover, once the other party is prepared, the previous method will instantly lose its effect.

"Look, who is this? It really surprises me..."

After seeing the true appearance of the demon girl Jiu, the corner of the soul that was imprisoned in the temple suddenly raised a little arc.

"Nasti Runorei, Director of the Engineering Department at Rhine Life Sciences, I'm actually quite curious. How many people within Rhine Life Sciences did Christine find to help her?"

"You don't need to know these questions. Don't worry, I'll be quick."

As he removed the Tin Man's fingers one by one, the excitement in Holhaiya's eyes was beyond words.

What she likes most is to "explore" this history.

The glory of Quetzalcoatl's past is all buried in history, and she wants to retrieve it, even if it's just a fragment...

Volume 9: Chapter 73: He...is dead?

Soon, the skillful Holhaiya dismantled the tin man, leaving only the head.

The light in the Tin Man's eyes was almost gone, but...some fire still burned.

"This...should be fine, right?"

After taking a look at the mechanical parts scattered all over the floor, Holhaiya nodded with satisfaction.

It had been torn apart to the point that only the head was left. If the Tin Man could still turn the tables in this situation, she would accept it.

"I won't let her interfere with our plans."

Nasti, who was leaning to the side, looked up at the tin man with only his head left.

There was a flash of pity in his eyes.

That was a sorrow rooted deep in her blood. It was not what she wanted. It was just that the ancestors in her blood were crying, which indirectly affected her emotions.

But... she won't be affected by these things, because...

"I can't do that."

"It's a very powerful spell, ahem... I guessed that Holhaiya might do something in the sky, but I didn't guess that someone would hide the banshee's spell in the noise coming from the construction site."

The tin man, with only his head left, coughed twice, his voice filled with undisguised weakness.

The existence of the banshee was an unexpected omission on his part, and he couldn't blame anyone. If anyone had to blame someone, he could only blame the director of Rhine Life's engineering department for hiding it too well.

Like the elusive director of the scientific research department, the director of the engineering department has never appeared in public, not even once.

Perhaps, the original purpose of entering Rhine Life was to "help" Christen.

But no matter what, I was really in trouble.

This is a fact, an irrefutable fact.

“My blood taught me the power of words, and the sound of mechanical collision and friction is the language I listen to most often.”

Nasti took a step forward and walked in front of the Tin Man.

"Stunning talent! Even I was fooled by it. Including the members of the Royal Court, there are very few banshees who can make me suffer such a great loss."

With dim eyes, he surveyed the Banshee before him and asked, "Were you born in Kazdel, or in the Valley of the Banshees?"

"My origins are irrelevant, my bloodline is not pure, and I haven't experienced anything great. I'm an engineer and a Colombian, that's all."

Looking at the Tin Man's head, sadness flashed across Nasti's eyes, and then turned into determination.

Because of her impure bloodline, she can do things that other banshees can't, such as...

“Cannibalism!”

This may not be accurate, but the guilt in her heart will not stop her from taking action.

This is also the reason why she came as promised.

"Haha... banshee, Colombian, these two words have nothing in common..."

"Or, have you found what you thought was your home in Colombia?"

"Aren't you the same? Mr. Tin Man, we've seen each other for hundreds of years. Aren't you also a Colombian?"

Taking the windbreaker that had fallen to the side from the Tin Man, Nasti began to tidy it up for him.

She could kill this elder, but she would try her best to let him go in a dignified manner.

"Ah... So many years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

"I heard that during these two hundred years, those two young men finally built Kazdel into a mobile city..."

"I wonder what Kazdel looks like now. Are the streets still as crowded as before? Are the flags from a thousand years ago still hanging on the city walls? Is the core of the immortal furnace still as hot..."

Reminiscing about the past, the Tin Man looked up at Nasti and said, "Would you like to light a cigarette for me, child?"

His tone was gentle, like an elder telling his last words.

Nasti stopped tidying her clothes and then silently rummaged through the Tin Man's pockets.

Soon, she touched a cardboard box.

Nasti picked up the pipe that the Tin Man had dropped to the side, wiped it clean with her clothes, and then filled it with tobacco in an unfamiliar manner.

Then he lit it and stuffed it into the Tin Man's mouth.

"call..."

The Tin Man took a deep breath, and a large amount of smoke was inhaled into his mouth, and then leaked out from under his neck. The scene looked extremely weird.

"This tiny spark cannot retain the remaining warmth of the soul."

Nasti added a little more tobacco to the tin man and said softly.

"I know, I just... want to stay a little longer. I want to use the remaining time to ask you..."

The pipe fell limply from his lips. The Tin Man looked at Nasty and said, "What did Christine promise you? Why are you working so hard for her?"

"Or rather, what did you see in Christen's dream?"

The Tin Man's question was very direct, or rather very sharp, but after a moment of silence, Nasti chose to answer him.

"...future."

"Really? She actually promised you... to change the fate of the Sarkaz?"

Looking at Nasti's face, the Tin Man understood that although the banshee in front of him had impure blood, her affiliation was always with the Sarkaz.

"For thousands of years, no one has ever done such a thing. Do you trust her so much?"

"No, she just showed me a possibility, a possibility that comes from myself."

Shaking her head, Nasti looked up at the sky.

If the Sarkaz could go to a place where they could live in peace, then... everything would be over, right?

"Ms. Engineer, I respect your traditional culture, but could you please ask my old boss..."

Holhaiya, who was watching from the side, spoke impatiently, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Have you finished your last words?"

The cold teeth gleamed in the darkness, and the long silver-green tail was ready to move behind Horhaiya.

Time...it's been dragging on for too long, and she has a bad feeling.

"The fire is almost out, sir."

Picking up the pipe that fell on the ground, Nasti said softly.

"Time always goes too fast for an old guy like me."

With a sigh, the Tin Man opened his mouth and took the pipe.

"Then let me ask the last question."

Nasti stood up and adjusted her clothes to make herself look as formal as possible.

Then she lowered her head, looked at the Tin Man, and asked seriously: "Ancient man from the past..."

"Since you have witnessed the destruction of so many Kayzidalin towers, you must have thought about searching for...

"That's the promised land of the Sarkaz." (Sarkaz language)

“The Promised Land…”

"Ugh..."

The spark in the pipe went out, and the Tin Man's eyes completely lost their light.

"Time... is up!"

With an excited look, Holhaiya swung out his long tail. The silver-green tail shattered the Tin Man's sigh and turned everything into nothingness.

The moment the pipe fell to the ground, the last spark was completely extinguished.

The bone whistle sounded above Tremont, the sound mournful and shrill.

There has never been a sound like this in the sky above Tremont. Neither the residents who are sleeping nor the office workers who are still working through the night will notice this strange sound.

Except...the person who came as promised.

"Oh, why didn't you tell me in advance when we were meeting? I could have set a time and place so we could mend our past relationship."

Turning his head to look at the entrance of the alley, although Holhaiya had a smile on his face, his hands hidden behind his back were quietly drawing air.

Talina stood there, the dim light from the street lights cast a long shadow on her.

She looked at the alley. It was dark, deep, and quiet. Apart from those two people, she could not see anyone else.

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard.

Gululu~Gululu~

Perhaps because it was too hard, the sound it made when rubbing against the ground was like an idling gear, weird and scary.

It rolled straight to the entrance of the alley, to the intersection of light and darkness.

It was a head made of metal.

The upper half of his face is usually partially blocked by the brim of his hat, while the lower half of his face often has a cigarette in his mouth. He blows smoke rings and speaks words that are sometimes sharp and sometimes nonsensical.

But now there was no cigarette, no hat, no windbreaker, not even the part where the neck should have been connected.

That... is just a head.

Talina silently raised her head and looked at Holhaiya.

"He... died?"

Volume 9: Chapter 74: Don't act rashly~

"What's wrong, little cutie? Do you also want to avenge my boss?"

Hol Hailingya walked back slowly (stepped back a few steps), but despite this, her eyes were still fixed on Talinna.

Although not much information was obtained from that confrontation, Holhaiya also understood one thing from it, that is, none of these guys were easy to mess with.

The Tin Man alone caused her a lot of trouble. If it weren't for Nasti's curse, it would have been a fantasy for her to kill the Tin Man.