Chapter 147 - 119: The Rope Connecting to the Foreigner

The Red Moon hangs high.

In the desolate and silent ruined city, the crimson moonlight stretched the tall shadow of the Night Owl Hunter. ’He’ remained silent, slowly drawing out twin blades glinting with cold light and stepped forward.

Snap!

The next second, the Hunter assumed an extremely bizarre posture, lying flat on the ground, starting to wriggle and convulse wildly...

"Tsk, it’s really hard to control..."

The Dream House was tightly packed, Eleanor squeezed in beside Lin Lan, she licked her lips, concentrating intensely on prying into the Dream-Submerging Holy Artifact before her.

The Hunter flailed its limbs, beginning to crawl forward in the shade...

"Oh captain, you are not suited to control this, that’s not how you use a Scavenger!"

The petite Witch on the other side of Lin Lan voiced discontent: "It’s my turn, my turn!"

Impatiently, she grabbed the console. The Hunter’s movements became much smoother this time, as it bounced up and then crashed straight into a collapsed wall...

"You guys, you can’t treat it like this... Could you be a bit gentler?"

No. 444 hugged his knees, crouching in the corner of the wall, staring at the mechanical hunter outside the dream with his rough face twisting in distress: "Maintaining the mechanical body of the Night Owl isn’t easy, and the precious bear-skin cloak got dirty..."

"Behave! Where does a prisoner get so much nonsense from!"

The Pirate Leader turned around, revealing sharp teeth, issuing her trademark villainous declaration: "Hehehehe! Just watch us ruin it in front of your eyes!"

"Yes, yes!"

The Pirate First Mate raised his fist, also pretending to be awe-inspiring: "Besides, the Scavenger no longer belongs to you, it has become ours and can never return!"

No. 444 lowered his head in despair, recalling the moments spent with the Night Owl, the Empire’s strongman’s gaze became dim.

Lin Lan: ...

The three of them squeezed onto a single seat sofa that wasn’t very spacious to begin with, the bulky tail of the Doragon People took up more space, Lin Lan’s face was already becoming distorted from being squashed.

"Why are you both getting excited..."

He snatched back the console, snortings: "Although the game machine is our spoils, there’s only this one Scavenger for now, it’s not for you guys to mess around with indiscriminately."

No. 444 immediately cast a mixed look of gratitude and resentment towards Lin Lan.

"Speaking of which, why don’t you just deal with this guy directly?"

Eleanor crossed her long legs, forcibly squeezing beside Lin Lan, cleaning her beloved single-action revolver, her malicious gaze falling on No. 444.

"You know, the backsides of these Empire elites aren’t clean, God knows how much innocent blood stains their hands."

She let out a cold smile: "The Empire’s cold-blooded policy forces countless locals to death annually. Empire citizens must mandatorily purchase rational maintenance potions, or be regarded as Nightmare followers subject to review and execution, the Dukes have powers beyond measure, these Hunters are the cruelest executioners under them."

"You are not allowed to slander the great New Empire!"

No. 444 stood upright suddenly, glaring at the Doragon People in front of him: "Duke never abandons any Empire citizen, you sea-troubling pirate can’t understand Duke’s bitterness!"

"Have the Dukes cared about your life after you were captured?"

Lucia timely added a jab.

"The Duke has their own considerations, it’s none of your business."

No. 444 snorted, fell silent.

"Currently, No. 444 is an Ark’s hostage, a bargaining chip when we communicate with the Empire’s visiting delegation."

Lin Lan casually explained, focused on controlling the cloaked Scavenger, brushing off the dust on the cloak: "Keeping him is still useful."

"Hmph, lucky guy."

Eleanor put away the revolver, leaving the crowded sofa, jumped out of the hazy Mechanical Dream.

How Ark treats the Alliance and Empire doesn’t really concern her, although Eleanor holds no good feelings towards either, she is clear about the efforts Lin Lan and others put in Ark Kingdom’s development.

The Doragon People stood beside the Hunter, the Philosopher’s Stone shimmering, once again she felt a certain pull and sense of weightlessness.

"To be honest, this thing doesn’t feel very good to use."

Eleanor tossed the Golden Crystal Stone in her hand, lifted her head: "Lin Lan, is that strange furnace really reliable?"

"There’s no problem with the Reconstructor, though the Philosopher’s Stone does have a cost to use."

Lin Lan didn’t hide anything: "The cost is moving step by step closer to the true ’me’, I guess."

He explained: "You are able to see through the essence of certain things because you share part of my perspective."

"Getting close to the real Lin Lan..."

Lucia’s eyes lit up: "I know, I know! It’s the one dancing wildly in Rain City..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Lin Lan promptly covered the babbling mouth: "Don’t say anymore!"

"Ha? What kind of cost is that?"

Eleanor chuckled, eyes fixed on the figure in the dream, those deep red vertical pupils, however, revealed a hint of seriousness.

In just the brief moment of weightlessness, she indeed already felt it...

There’s really no city and rain.

Over there is obviously an extremely hollow and solitary place, time loses meaning, space collapses into ruin, the world is merely left with absolute void and eternity.

How can such a hollow, indifferent environment give birth to a gentle heart?

Only a brief glance did Eleanor take, as boundless void seemed ready to devour everything within her perception...