Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 615 The Time of Gathering

Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin came down from the prototype lighthouse.

The light of the prototype lighthouse dimmed rapidly until it disappeared from the outside world. Normally, the current prototype lighthouse consciousness cannot leave the lighthouse building; otherwise, its mental image would lose its support and would no longer be able to maintain its current existence.

However, Zheng Fan would take action. He directly used the unlimited IOUs on site and his strong financial resources to create a small lighthouse, which looked just like the prototype lighthouse model sold in the tourist sales area downstairs.

Although small, it has all the essential parts. Although it is a small model, it is perfectly fine to use it as a container for a prototype lighthouse.

Even if Zheng Fan can continuously output white bar energy, or if the prototype lighthouse stays in it, it can directly serve as a standard lighthouse.

Of course, the output power is much lower, and in the end, it can only be used as a temporary container at best.

After disembarking with the prototype lighthouse, Zheng Fan looked up and noticed that the Da Yun aircraft had been waiting for a long time not far away. He then waved to signal that they could come down.

The large aircraft, carrying the monastery band and Lu Chongming, landed on the ruins of the Lumière Institute.

Everyone came down in a calm and cheerful mood, and Gao Song even started taking selfies with his back to the ruins.

"While you're good at sharing your daily life online, I don't recommend leaking this information," Mora cautioned from the side.

"I know, but this is really worth remembering, isn't it?" Gao Song took a few more photos.

Mora sighed and said helplessly, "Then let's take a group photo together."

Immediately, everyone looked at Mora with surprise, not expecting her to make such an inappropriate remark. Seeing everyone's expressions, especially Doris's slightly astonished look, Mora blushed slightly: "What's wrong? Isn't this appropriate?"

Gao Song looked away: "It's nothing, good idea."

So the members of the monastery band actually found a spot on the ruins of the Lumière Institute that still vaguely resembled the institute's setting, and took a few group photos.

They also dragged Xiao Lu along.

“This, when you fall on hard times in the future, you should be able to sell it for a good price at auction.” Gao Song solemnly handed the high-quality group photo with the signatures of all the band members to Lu Chongming.

"I told you, if you keep handing out signatures like this, they'll depreciate sooner or later!" Mora couldn't help but complain.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chongming immediately accepted the gift with great seriousness. At the same time, watching the monastery band members joking and playing around, he also felt a sense of warmth.

“Beep…”

Suddenly, a strange signal sound attracted everyone's attention. Turning around, they saw a tall radish.

"Mr. Gundam!?" Mora exclaimed.

“That mysterious mechanical suit guy from the Monastery Band!” Lu Chongming recognized it by its smooth, shiny bald head.

However, Tao Zhi and Gao Song shook their heads.

"It's not Mr. Gundam, it just looks like him, but it's much bigger and has a larger frame than Mr. Gundam," Tao Zhi said.

Gao Song added, "And Mr. Gundam... or rather, Mr. Music is over here." He pointed to Zheng Fan standing to the side.

Doris stepped forward and asked curiously, "You are... Radish?"

"Beep beep..." Radish listened to their chatter around it, feeling a little socially awkward. It would become somewhat helpless in noisy environments; its personality as a mental doll had long been fixed here.

"Don't bully Radish, we don't know any Mr. Gundam! Please have some self-respect!" At this moment, Doris felt a bump on her chest and took a step back to see a "little girl" who looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

“Miss Rabbi Hedwin?” Doris greeted. Rabbi took a closer look at Doris’s flawless figure from head to toe, and even the cushioning sensation on his chest where she had just bumped into him was impeccable. He immediately puffed out his cheeks on his own.

Who is she? I've seen tall people before, and I always have a radish (a derogatory term for someone of similar stature) by my side. Being tall doesn't mean being good; Lavi has never felt inferior to anyone. But in Doris's presence, I can feel an ultimate pressure from someone on the same level as her…

Radish noticed Rabi's little mood and could only lift Rabi high onto his shoulders.

Now you're not short anymore.

"Hello everyone, this seems to be the first time we've met so formally." The person who stepped out and instantly became the center of attention was naturally Lin Yilin.

"Miss Lin Yilin!" The members of the monastery band greeted her with great respect and gratitude.

They can never repay Miss Lin Yilin's kindness.

"Lin Yilin? It's you! Thank you so much for what happened in the Mechanical World! Mr. Doll told us about your support and help to me and Carrot." Rabi quickly bowed slightly to express his gratitude. Zheng Fan had often boasted to them about Lin Yilin's invincible intelligence network, and Rabi knew about the support Lin Yilin had provided to her and Carrot.

"Beep beep..." Radish and Rabbi thanked him in perfect unison.

Lin Yilin calmly accepted everyone's kindness without showing any timidity. Binary Girl wouldn't feel burdened by receiving a reward; it was only right.

They are all hosts of Mr. Illusion and their surrounding relationships. It is necessary to manage them well. Helping them is helping Mr. Illusion, which is also helping yourself. It is a natural relationship chain.

If helping them is considered a commission, then Mr. Illusion has already paid the commission fee.

Everyone suddenly gathered together, even more than the number of Zheng Fan hosts present at the same time, but the atmosphere among them was quite good.

Zheng Fan provided a link between them, who were originally separated by time and space. Through Zheng Fan, their substantial mutual assistance and spiritual connection were not diminished. Now that they have officially met, they feel as if they have known each other for a long time and are both pleasantly surprised.

Although Jiang Si was not there.

However, Jiang Si is quite different from them, and in some ways quite unique, so there's no need to force it.

Based on the tacit understanding between Jiang Si and Lin Yilin, they probably really don't plan to meet formally.

“All sorts of elites gathered together, what a magnificent sight!” Luo Ye chimed in, her gaze especially fixed on Luo Bo and Doris.

This robot is very skilled. If I can unleash its full potential, I should be able to have a great time fighting it.

As for Doris, in terms of raw talent alone, she's probably at the average level of the "Wanderers" among the Lantern Bearers—just so-so. However, with the added boost of her musical inspiration, her potential is even greater. But this kind of unstable talent isn't something Luo Ye values ​​highly. Overall, she's still a bit lacking. If she grows up, she could bring a lot of fun, so it's worth looking forward to.

Thinking about it, Luo Ye didn't hide the admiration in his eyes: "Great, you guys have to keep up the good work so I don't get too bored later."

Seeing everyone's puzzled and surprised looks, before Luo Ye could even raise his nose, Zheng Fan chimed in: "If you want to fight, I'm ready to oblige right now."

"Go away, you with your natural strength have no idea about the efforts and sweat of us poor geniuses." Luo Ye quickly gestured to shoo him away.

"How dare you say I was born strong?"

Even if Luo Ye didn't reach that level in one step, he was still at the level of "cultivation" from the womb. This kind of thing can no longer be explained by mere talent.

Surrounded by such powerful figures, Lu Chongming stood like a lackey, not daring to speak.

"By the way, Xiao Lu, your mother should be saved sooner than expected." Zheng Fan suddenly said casually, snapping his wandering thoughts back to reality.

(End of this chapter)