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【...Hey, bro, is that you?!】

Oh no, I was hoping I wouldn't run into anyone I know on this trip... but my luck has already slipped before I even checked in!

"Um, please, I'm begging you, my good brother! I'm coming to Pinocchio, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone! Especially not the Diviner!"

These words confirmed Qingque's identity as a fisherman, which was entirely expected.

"Hahaha, Sparrow Baby really managed to get through this by slacking off!"

"Qingque, you don't want the Grand Diviner to know about this, do you?"

"Hey Edo-sei netizen, calm down!"

"Speaking of which, Fu Xuan should be able to calculate it, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe Qingque can figure out that Fu Xuan didn't expect her to come and slack off?"

Good grief, you've got a whole set of nesting dolls here!

In the story, Qingque begins to beg Xing not to tell anyone about this.

[To make this trip possible, I used up all my annual leave at once—the Grand Master of the Imperial Stud probably thought I was just visiting Zhu Mingxianzhou, he'd never guess I was actually invited to Pinocchio for tourism...hehe.]

As Fu Xuan watched Qingque reveal the reason in the story, he couldn't help but glance at the trembling Qingque beside him.

Fu Xuan, who had already created a new world at the previous carnival, smiled slightly and tilted his head back.

"Am I that scary? It's just a trip to Pinocchio. You can decide your own annual leave. I know it won't kill you."

Hearing this, Qingque secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh right, this is my own annual leave, what am I feeling guilty about!

After figuring out the logic behind it, Qingque showered him with compliments.

"How could that be! Your Excellency is kind, gentle, and approachable. It is my greatest honor that you would take the time out of your busy schedule to inquire about your subordinates' holiday plans!"

"Oh, is it so?"

The meaningful response from Fu Xuan, and the intense gaze fixed on him, made Qing Que inexplicably break out in a cold sweat.

For some reason, ever since returning from that carnival, the Grand Diviner has started to do things that have exceeded Qingque's expectations.

The thoughts that were once predictable have become unpredictable, and it's impossible to tell when they'll come to check up on you, which has made Qingque slack off much less lately.

Then Fu Xuan closed the documents on the desk, slowly walked closer and spoke.

"Now that the matter of Luofu is settled, I am quite tired and am considering taking a few days off to travel around and clear my head."

Upon hearing this, Qingque felt a surge of joy. The Grand Diviner had left again; wasn't that the time to take off?

But before he could even enjoy his joy, he saw Fu Xuan walk up to the Qingque desk and look down at the other person from above.

"Qingque, since I'm taking a vacation this time, you'll come with me on this trip."

A thunderclap exploded in her heart, and Qingque replied tremblingly.

"Uh...Master, this...this is unnecessary, isn't it? I...I still have work to do."

Seeing Qingque's appearance, Fu Xuan felt immense satisfaction, then left after giving a reply.

"Accompanying me to relax, that's your job."

"Huh? Huh?!"

The story returns to its starting point with a mournful cry from Qingque.

In the story, Qingque says that she was invited to Pinocchio, but the person who invited her was not a watchmaker, but an organization called the Four Feet Temple.

[The Four-Foot Sanctuary is now open for membership. We cordially invite eligible guests from across the galaxy to come and explore the beautiful and magnificent dream world of Pinocchio.]

[If your height is 141.5 cm or below, you can check into the Daydream Hotel with this invitation, and we will reimburse all your travel and accommodation expenses.]

The Four-Foot Chapel awaits your arrival and wishes you a relaxing, enjoyable, and meaningful journey!

The information about net height in the invitation shown by Qingque also attracted the attention of the audience.

"Hahaha, a four-foot sanctuary, requiring people to be under 141.5 centimeters tall, what kind of little potato gathering is this!"

"If that's the case, then White Dew also fits the description, doesn't it?"

"Children can't run away."

"So, Qingque is only 1.4 meters tall? How tiny!"

I thought she was at least 1.5 meters tall.

Fu Xuan: Guess if I received it or not?

After presenting the information, Qingque also mentioned her height.

[I carefully measured my height before coming—141.2 cm in the morning and 140.3 cm in the evening, practically perfect!]

This is because the joints open up after a good night's sleep, so the height is a little higher in the morning than at night.

In short, after some communication, Qingque bribed Xing to keep quiet about the matter from Fu Xuan, and then, after a lot of trouble, she finally managed to complete the check-in procedures.

Watching Qingque leave with a joyful expression, Xing stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Using height as a condition for invitation...that seems a bit suspicious.

Perhaps it's just some kind of prank? Hopefully, Qingque will be able to pay the bill...

After completing Qingque's check-in procedures, Xing entered a state of boredom again and began to wait for the next customer. Then she saw the robin surrounded by a crowd.

Is he in trouble? This is the kind of situation where the lobby manager should step in to maintain order...

However, upon getting closer, Xing was mistaken for a fan and stopped by security. Fortunately, Robin stepped forward and identified herself.

[Previously on the Huichangshi, I planned to spend some time chatting with everyone on the Starry Sky Train, but that bomb incident ruined everything.]

The robin's song was still somewhat tired and listless, no longer as lively as it had been at the beginning.

The loss of a loved one is a tremendous blow, but the world does not stop turning because of anyone's grief, which makes the robin somewhat sentimental.

The efforts, tears, and sacrifices we make for this world will ultimately be drowned out by people's insatiable appetite for revelry.

May the seeds we planted together withstand the test of time, Star. May everyone wake up with a smile after the banquet ends...

Chapter 365 We Have a Traitor Among Us

The robin's words eased the tension somewhat, and then she realized this and apologized.

"...I'm sorry, I made the atmosphere a bit heavy. Please don't misunderstand. I was truly happy to see you and say a few words before I left."

Upon hearing the word "leave," Xing asked a question, and the robin provided an answer.

I want to travel. I want to cancel all tours, commercials, and endorsements and take a trip that's just for me.

After what had happened, even the robin was somewhat confused.

I don't know when it started, but I began to feel a bit annoyed by the overly bright spotlight above my head.

On the ever-evolving path to stardom, am I, like my brother, starting to stray from the right path?

This time, if I could, I would like to choose my own audience; I would like to dedicate my songs to the flowers and grass growing by the roadside.

The profound self-reflection in his words evoked sighs from the audience and fans.

"Waaaah, I'm protecting the best little bird!"

"She's not just a pretty face, she's an angel!"

Does this mean we'll have a chance to meet again in the future?

"Traveling is great! My train is quite big, and I can sleep in the March 7th room when I'm tired from playing!"

As he spoke, the robin also asked the galaxy-loving man in front of him for advice.

Ah... so you have any travel recommendations? An anonymous traveler wandering among the stars must have visited many amazing places, right?

Three options appeared on the side, representing the three maps we had passed so far: Black Tower Space Station, Yalilo-VI, and Immortal Boat Alliance.

Each of these is a world the robin has never set foot in, and it is this vast and boundless sea of ​​stars that awakened the robin's dormant creative desire.

【I want to try writing my own songs, Star. I want to write about everything important in my life, and then...】

[...Then, when I return from my trip, I want to sing it to the children of Liumeng Reef.]

Seeing the robin's attitude in the story, Sunday, who had been somewhat worried on the train, finally put down his phone and looked out at the vast Milky Way.

"A little worried?"

Walter appeared out of nowhere and casually asked Sunday a question.

The meaning behind his words was self-evident, and after a brief silence, Sunday answered truthfully.

“Yes, Mr. Walter. After all, there have been precedents... Besides, now, thanks to the game's popularity, many people know that my sister has left Pinocchio, I…”

Sunday, who had originally intended to express some concerns, paused, realizing that given her current status, she was not qualified to say such things.

Recalling the shelter he had provided for the robin as the older brother, Sunday turned and looked up at Walter earnestly.

“Mr. Walter, Miss March told me that you also have a family in your hometown. May I ask how you manage to worry about your family now that you are far from home?”

When Walter talked about his family, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Having attachments isn't a bad thing; these bonds can also help one overcome adversity. As for how to handle them...

He paused for a moment, then Walter adjusted his glasses and continued.

"The only option is to believe. Just as Miss Robin is a warrior walking a path of shared destiny, I believe they are also firmly walking their own paths."

After their conversation, Sunday's worries lessened considerably, and her liking for Walter also increased significantly, perhaps because they both had family ties.

Then, returning to the storyline, the robin gave Xingxing a perfect smile that was even more lively and vivid than the one in the poster photo, as a farewell.

Immediately afterward, Qingque's text message arrived.

A message came from Ms. Qingque, whose personal signature reads, "Work is fine, but don't interfere with my card game."

Help! Help!

At first, Xing thought it was some terrifying news like Qingque losing all her money and having her fingers chopped off, but it didn't seem that bad.

Anyway, Xing, come save me! I'm a complete stranger in this place, I can only rely on you, my good brother!

[Hurry, or I might really die!]

Seeing his serious demeanor, Xing disregarded her duties as the lobby manager and plunged headlong into the Dream Hotel to try and catch the bluebird.

On the way, Qingque kept updating her situation.

【Star, this is terrible!】

They seem to want to drag me to some strange ceremony.

This plea for help from Qingque also made the audience worry.

"Wanla, is Quebao going to be taken away for some kind of ritual sacrifice?"

"Considering the previous four-foot sanctuary, could it be that Qingque has grown taller, which caused the problem?"

"There's a traitor among us!"

After following the directions to the scene, everyone witnessed a magical scene.

Inside the hall, a large group of Pipishi people were gathered, all looking reverently at the Pipishi who was giving a speech at the head of the group. It was none other than the Pipishi with the extremely long name, something like Roy Roy. Qingque was naturally among them as well.

Now, repeat after me—

【—I thank God!】

The moment he opened his mouth, a strong sense of church prayer wafted through the screen.

Qingque was still hesitant at this moment, but the followers beside her urged her on.

[What are you standing there for? Read along with Lord Boss!]

The bizarre scene drew a barrage of complaints from the audience.

"Wow, this is like a gathering of Lilliputians! So many little people!"

"That 'thank you for fate' is just too overpowering!"

"Isn't this old Austrian emperor's nephew? So he's become the head of the Four-Foot Temple now?"