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"Should we go back now? I'll be at a disadvantage if someone passes by, since you still have a towel on you, but I have nothing on me!"

Yamabuki Hanajin stood with her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

Why are you acting so arrogant? Margery thought to herself, but in the end she went back to her room, closed the doors and windows tightly, and prepared to interrogate Yamabuki Hanaran.

When Yamabuki Hana returned, she also grabbed breakfast from the kitchen, and the two of them ate the free breakfast while answering each other's questions.

"First of all, who exactly are you? Why are you in my bed? If you don't answer truthfully, be careful, I might not be polite!" Margery, holding a fork, seemed to be...

If they disagree, she'll throw the fork she's holding at me.

"My name is Yamabuki Hanajin, and I am a dimensional traveler who travels between different dimensions," Yamabuki Hanajin replied with a smile.

"Do you know what a dimensional traveler is?" Margery asked the Minion of Chaos curiously, only to find that even the book itself didn't know what a dimensional traveler was.

"By the way, the local Flame Haze warriors know my identity. The hunters we killed before were taken down by the two of us working together." Yamabuki Hanaran immediately brought up her previous achievements.

Hearing Yamabuki Hana Ran say this, Margery Linda's expression softened slightly. "Hunter" was the perverted doll lover that Yamabuki Hana Ran killed when she last came to this world.

He took pleasure in hunting Flame Haze, making him a terrifying enemy to them. It was unexpected that he would die at the hands of Yamabuki Hanaji, which slightly changed Margery's impression of him.

View.

"So you're quite capable? By the way, the Flame Haze stationed in this city should be that Flame-Haired, Burning-Eyed Slayer." Margeryton looked very young, but actually...

Having lived for hundreds of years, Shana naturally knows that the "Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Slayer" is not just Shana; it's more like a legacy.

As for Shana's generation, it can only be said that Shana is currently the weakest. Of course, she still has a lot of room for growth in the future, but that's a matter for later.

Having said that, Margery had basically concluded that Hana-ran Yamabuki was no enemy of the Flame Haze, and at most just a mischievous brat, and her anger subsided slightly.

"By the way, didn't you say you owned a building? Take me there, and I won't hold you responsible anymore!" Margery didn't want to stay in the hotel forever.

“No problem, but there’s the issue of our rent…” Yamabuki Hanaran had just started to speak when she noticed Margery Linda staring at her with a fierce expression.

"Let's forget about the rent! After all..." Yamabuki Hanajin blinked, realizing she'd already gotten a great deal. She had to admit, characters like Astolfo and Hideyoshi were truly...

It's easy to misunderstand; who would have thought that someone so good-looking is actually a boy? No, Hideyoshi's gender is Hideyoshi; there's no distinction between boy and girl.

The building that Yamabuki Hanajin mentioned was naturally the legacy she had taken after killing the hunter. Anyway, it would be a real shame to leave such a large building lying around.

I don't know if it's the system's weird sense of humor, but the clothes it assigned me today were sailor clothes. The skirt was so short that any slight movement would reveal what was underneath.

"System... are you doing this on purpose?" Yamabuki Hanaran couldn't help but complain as she looked at the sailor-style short skirt.

"Dear, the clothes I choose each day are completely random. I absolutely do not cheat. Please trust my integrity," the system explained gently.

I believe you!

Yamabuki Hanajin muttered under her breath, while Margery Lindall burst into laughter upon seeing Astolfo in his little dress: "I never knew you had such a peculiar fetish! Of course, I..."

I didn't mean to mock you, understanding is everything!

Yamabuki Hanajin coughed lightly and led Margery to her apartment building. Before they could even enter, Shana appeared in front of them with a greatsword in her hand.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Shana glared at the two of them.

"Shana!" Yamabuki Hana ran straight up to her and hugged her.

Hearing the other person call her name, Shana suddenly realized that the only person who knew her name was that bastard who previously claimed to be a dimensional traveler. She never expected that after so long, Yamabuki Hana would actually...

Then he came back.

"Long time no see, you rascal's henchmen!"

"Long time no see, the flames of calamity have engulfed the world!"

These two Crimson Kings were old acquaintances, and they greeted each other very familiarly upon meeting.

"How did you know I would come? I must have activated the Freedom Technique to conceal my presence!" Margeryton looked at Shana curiously.

This is, of course, thanks to the glass jar.

Chapter 1059 (Main Text 1062) Dare to do orthopedics? Legs broken

The Glass Jar is like a real-time live map; it can detect any Flame Haze, Apprentice, or even Torchbearer leaving or entering the city.

Margery was greatly surprised when she saw the glass jar. She never expected that such a small place would have such a treasure. With this, it would be much easier for her to hunt down the corpse collectors.

"Little girl, my target is the corpse collector. Don't you dare mess things up, you hear me?" Margery Lindall had made preparations in advance to prevent Shana from interfering at the most crucial moment.

Before Shana could react, Tianrang Jiehuo became somewhat unhappy: "The Corpse Collector has always been a conservative neutral, never interfering in the conflicts between any two sides, and he also won't..."

Why hunt him down if he's doing something that disrupts the world's balance?

Margery sneered, "All apprentices in this world deserve to die, isn't that common sense? Otherwise, why would I be a Flame Haze? Little girl, want to come along?"

Shana immediately refused. Shana would not show mercy to those who destroy the world, but she would not actively kill those who are harmless and never harm humans.

Essentially, the minions of the restless and the raging fire of the heavens are also followers of the Crimson World. Followers and people are not fundamentally different; both can be good or bad.

"Never mind, I wasn't planning on asking for your help anyway. Just prepare a room for me; I'll be living here from today onwards." Margery, carrying her books, strode upstairs.

Shana raised an eyebrow, looking at the sparse flowers on the mountain: "What do you mean by this? Why did you let this woman move in?"

Yamabuki Hana chuckled as she looked at Shana: "Anyway, this place is very spacious, so it's no big deal to have one more person stay here. The extra rooms are just sitting empty anyway."

Shana was irritable, crossing her arms and fidgeting with her fingers, looking very unhappy.

Just then, Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly pointed to the three red dots on the glass jar: "I have a small question. You two were arguing the whole time, so I didn't notice, but there are dots on the glass jar..."

Three strange things appeared.

Margery was about to go to her room, but upon hearing Yamabuki Hana's words, she immediately returned. When she saw the three red dots on the glass jar, her face turned extremely pale.

Look.

Needless to say, those who came were definitely disciples of the Crimson World, and there were three of them, one of whom was far stronger than the other two.

"No way? Such bad luck? We just arrived in a city and we've already run into the Crimson King!" Margery's eyes were complicated.

Shana frowned deeply. The sheer power of a Crimson Lord was self-evident; the previous hunter was a formidable Crimson Lord. If it weren't for Yamabuki Hanajin transforming into Esdeath, it would have been a truly grueling battle.

The sudden appearance of three apprentices stronger than the hunters is definitely not a good sign.

"How's your fighting strength today? You should be able to take on one of the three of them, right?" Shana asked, looking at Yamabuki Hanajin.

Yamabuki Hanakami raised her hand: "I can fly a plane."

Margeryton used the book in her hand like a flail and smashed it hard on the back of Yamabuki Hanajin's head. How dare you talk about flying a plane?

Shana looked at the two of them with suspicion, wondering what had happened between them.

Yamabuki Hanajin clutched her head: "Anyway, I'm pretty good at fighting. After all, I'm a genuine Heroic Spirit. And I can fly super fast!"

Margery didn't offer her opinion. Fighting an apprentice wasn't like killing monsters in a game; one wrong move and you'd be dead. She needed to understand her opponent before the actual battle.

Identity and background.

There aren't many Crimson Lords; knowing their names is generally enough to figure out their methods.

In a corner of the city, several delinquent teenagers were punching and kicking a rich kid.

The person being beaten was a blond boy who looked to be in his teens. His face and body were covered in injuries, and his clothes were covered in mud. He looked very disheveled.

But there was no expression on his face as he allowed these people to abuse and beat him.

"Hey? What's wrong with this kid? Why doesn't he cry out in pain no matter how much I hit him? Is there something wrong with his head?"

"Who cares if he's mentally unstable, as long as his wallet is full enough, that's all that matters."

Several delinquents snatched the blond boy's wallet, opened it, and found it full of cash, which made them overjoyed.

"I didn't expect him to be from a rich family! Remember to carry more money with you next time you go out." The delinquent teenager planned to use the money to have some fun.

When he turned around, he found a girl with a golden parasol standing there. The blonde girl looked remarkably similar to the blonde boy who had been knocked to the ground.

They appear to be biological siblings.

The blonde girl gently wiped the wound on her brother's face with a clean white handkerchief.

"It's alright, it's alright, brother is really obedient." The girl wiped the dirt off her brother's face.

This delinquent teenager has started plotting something again.

This girl must be carrying a lot of money, right? And she's so pretty, you could make a fortune selling her.

Several men with sinister grins surrounded them.

But the girl completely ignored the delinquents and instead said to someone behind her, "As a client, you are completely unqualified, actually watching your employer get beaten up."

Unmoved.

The group of delinquents were slightly taken aback, noticing a man standing in the alleyway nearby. Judging from his appearance, he was a fierce-looking middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and with a...

He was holding a cigarette, wearing a black leather jacket, and had a nonchalant attitude.

"The power of attorney didn't say I was to be your bodyguard." The middle-aged man lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Besides... the other party is just an ordinary person, you siblings can handle it yourselves, right?" The uncle looked calmly at these reckless delinquents.

These delinquent teenagers haven't realized the seriousness of the problem.

Just as they were about to beat up the older man as well, suddenly, a hand pierced through the chest of a delinquent.

However, the wound did not bleed; instead, it transformed into a power of existence that was devoured by the opponent.

The boys turned around stiffly, only to find that the blond boy they had just beaten had somehow gotten up.

Although the other person was still smiling, their smile now gave them the creeps.

What kind of monsters have we messed with?

Soon, the sound of a body being torn apart echoed through the alley, accompanied by screams of agony.

But after the screams ended, not a single drop of blood remained in the alley.

These people have all been eaten as snacks by the blond boy.

Of course, it is in the form of the power of existence.

The blonde girl took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her brother's mouth, her face full of doting affection.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to clear my head." The man said, then turned and left.

Chapter 1060 (Main Text 1063) Riding My Beloved Little Airplane

The middle-aged man walked casually down the street.

His name was Xiudenan, and his nickname was "Dry Change".

Most Crimson World members operate independently, but many others band together for mutual support, forming a large organization called "Masquerade Ball".

This is a vast organization governed by the creator god and three pillar ministers.

Xiu Denan was one of the Three Pillar Ministers, and his strength was extremely formidable and unfathomable.

Aside from ancient god-level monsters like the Heavenly Punishment God's Heavenly Calamity Fire and the Creator God's Sacrificial Serpent, very few can rival him.

Of course, all these glorious achievements cannot hide the fact that he is a loli Kong.

"Hoo!" Xiudenan exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

That brother and sister in orthopedics actually showed affection in front of him. Don't they know that people who show affection in public die quickly?

There are two Flame Haze warriors in this city.

The request that Shudenan received was to steal the sword from Shana's hand, Seidon Shana.

As for fighting these Flame Haze warriors to the death... let's forget about it.

After all, this task doesn't pay much.

Just as Xiu Denan was feeling bored, a familiar face walked up to him from directly in front of him.

Xiudenan warmly extended his hand to greet the beautiful woman in front of him.

But the pretty woman's face immediately turned very ugly, and she stared at him warily.

This beautiful woman was none other than Margery, who was tasked with gathering intelligence.

The appearance of three such immense forces at once, especially on their own territory, was something no Flame Haze could tolerate. Therefore, they seized this opportunity...

They came to gather intelligence, but they never expected to run into Xiudenan directly.

Margery is a woman who has lived for hundreds of years. Although she gets drunk every day, she is very clear about her own strength.

He can easily deal with ordinary disciples.