I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"I know, you've said it several times."

Qi Ye closed his eyes, his expression as calm as if he were waiting for someone to tie his tie.

On March 7th, he took a deep breath and looked at the two clumps of people he had watched grow up.

But on the arc that has never been seen clearly from this angle before.

As if possessed, I raised my hand and gently pinched it.

It feels completely different from how I feel when I touch it myself.

Qi Ye was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

The corners of his mouth curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He suddenly let out an extremely affected groan in his March 7th voice.

"Hmm~ You're so naughty, sneaking around like that~ So this is what March 7th is like~"

Startled, March 7th abruptly pulled back and clenched his fist.

Xing, who was rummaging through the wardrobe next to her, stopped what she was doing.

He poked half his head out, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a wide smile.

"Oh, we got caught red-handed."

"I don't!!!"

The sound of March 7th pierced the sky.

While laughing, Qi Ye couldn't resist adding another blow:

"Your technique is pretty professional. You must touch me a lot often, oh my!"

On March 7th, he punched him on the back of the head.

The force was so great that even Xing blinked and silently shrank back into the wardrobe.

March 7th glared at him and continued attacking.

She helped Qiye put on clean underwear.

Although his fingers were clumsy, at least he didn't cause any more trouble.

After finally putting on the whole outfit, she took a step back and looked herself over.

"Alright, let's take a look around."

Qi Ye took a turn around.

"……good."

March 7th frowned.

"It's just the wrong vibe; it makes my face look like a shady businessman."

"That's because your face naturally has the genes of a shrewd businessman."

"Say that again?!"

"I told you, your face is made for business."

On March 7th, I took a deep breath and felt my blood pressure soaring.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Xing finally spoke.

"If we keep arguing like this, it'll be dawn."

The two then remembered their business, glared at each other, and walked towards the door.

When the group changed their clothes and went down to the lobby, Walter was already sitting on the sofa waiting for them.

He crossed his legs and rested one hand on the back of the sofa.

He held a teacup in his other hand, his posture relaxed as if he were on vacation.

"Dawdling".

Walter's assessment was concise and powerful.

"Changing clothes, huh?"

With the face of March 7th, Qi Ye revealed a cunning merchant's smile that was completely unlike March 7th.

Walter's gaze lingered on Qiye's face for a moment, as if wondering why March Seven seemed a little different.

Jepard was already waiting at the door, and upon seeing that everyone had arrived, he spoke:

"Please follow me, everyone."

The group headed toward Cripper Castle.

Bronya was already waiting at the castle gate.

Her gaze swept over everyone, lingering on Walter for a moment.

Clearly, Walter had left a deep impression on her last time, and then she began to speak:

"Gentlemen, the High Guardian is already waiting in the conference room. Please follow me."

The interior of Cripper Castle appears even more solemn and imposing than the exterior.

The corridor, built of gray stone, is lined with portraits of the past Grand Guardians.

Bronya pushed open the conference room door, stepped aside, and gestured for them to enter.

In the conference room, Cocolia was sitting at the head of the long table.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, her gaze sweeping over Bronya and then over Jepard.

Then it landed on the group of people on the Star Train, and finally stopped on Walter.

Before she could even speak, the bespectacled man in front of her suddenly questioned her!

"Woman, you don't look like a good person!"

Chapter 42 Master!

Cocolia sat in the main seat.

She looked at the man in front of her wearing gold-rimmed glasses and tapped the table with his index finger, saying that she didn't seem like a good person.

His facial expression swung back and forth between the Great Guardian's majesty and utter bewilderment.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady:

"Mr. Yang Chaoyue, what do you mean by that?"

Was there something I did that wasn't appropriate?

Or is it Belloberg's hospitality that you're dissatisfied with?

"Do not."

Walter shook his head, leaned forward, and wore an extremely arrogant smile.

"It's because you look a lot like one of my old friends."

That guy was a complete villain; he betrayed his subordinates and ruined the entire city.

In the end, she had to rely on others to clean up her mess.

And you not only look like her, you even have the same name as her.

He pushed up his glasses

"If I've met a woman named Cocolia once, it's hard not to suspect a second one."

This isn't directed at you personally; it's based on experience.

Cocolia remained silent for a long while.

She looked at Walter's face, which seemed to say, "I am right."

Then she looked at Bronya, who was standing to the side with a blank expression but was clearly trying hard to hold something back.

Then look at Jepard, who is giving her a look that screams, "These guys are tough, don't mess with them."

She weighed the option of "kicking these people out" over and over in her mind several times.

In the end, I gritted my teeth and suppressed it.

Jepard said that this man crushed the entire battlefield's rift monsters with a single palm strike.

Even if she brought all of Belloberg's elite guards, it would probably only be enough for him to clap once more.

"So, you mean you're judging me as untrustworthy based solely on my appearance and name?"

Cocolia's voice carried a hint of anger.

"almost."

Walter nodded readily.

Cocolia closed her eyes and tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

He seemed to be using all his willpower to maintain the demeanor of a great guardian.

Just as she was about to say something more, Qiye, who was standing behind Walter, suddenly took a step forward.

She had that pink-haired girl's face, but she showed an expression that was completely unlike what March 7th would show.

“Great Guardian, although Uncle Yang speaks bluntly, he is telling the truth.”

"Itsuki said in the same voice as March 7th," said Kiyo.

"We have indeed come to save your planet."

The Star Train specializes in treating stellar cores; it has handled more stellar cores than you have ever seen the sun.

And we have no reason to lie to you.

Even if all the Iron Guards and all the armed forces in the city joined forces, they still couldn't defeat Uncle Yang alone.

"If we really wanted to harm Belloberg, we wouldn't be the ones standing here talking to you."

Walter tilted his head and glanced at March 7.

On March 7th, he doesn't usually speak so logically; his tone is both gentle and firm.

When did she become so smart?

But he only paused for a moment, and then the arrogant smile on his lips deepened.

"Well said, that really hits the nail on the head."

He turned back to Cocolia, one hand in his pocket.

With his other hand, he pushed up his glasses, raised his chin, and exuded an aura like an arrogant god.

"I'm not here to discuss this with you, I'm here to give you a chance."

If you cooperate, we'll take the star core, and you can continue living your lives.

If you don't cooperate, I'll find someone myself.

The result will be the same; the only difference is that you'll need to rebuild your city!

Cocolia tapped her fingers lightly on the table, staring intently at Walter.

"Can I interpret this as a threat to Belloberg?"

"casual."

Walter leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"If you see it as a threat, then it is a threat; if you see it as salvation, then it is salvation."

I don't care what you think, I only care where the star core is.

Cocolia remained silent for a long while.

My heart felt like it was engaged in some kind of intense tug-of-war.