Starry Sky Railway Travel Agency, popularizing Destiny in Genshin Impact.

"The crease of the trousers must be straight and always aligned with the direction the toe of the shoe is pointing."

“Of course,” Sand Gold said.

"But I won't."

On Sunday, he spread out his right hand and said matter-of-factly:

"Because it's inappropriate! You should make sure everything is in perfect order before you leave the house, and that nothing is off-track."

[D'Artagnan: Goodness, is Mr. Sunday this strict with himself? He has to make sure his outfit is absolutely perfect before he even leaves the house!!]

[Disia: I also pay attention to my appearance when I'm out, but for someone like Mr. Sunday to... make sure there's nothing wrong with his appearance before going out, isn't that a bit too difficult?]

[Candice: That's definitely a very difficult thing. To achieve that level of skill, you'd probably have to put in a lot of effort before even leaving the house.]

[Ningguang: It seems I haven't paid enough attention to my appearance.]

[Beidou: You don't want to learn from Mr. Sunday, do you, Ningguang?]

[Ningguang: Don't you think the grooming plan you mentioned on Sunday is ideal?]

[BeiDou: But isn't that too idealistic? It just doesn't seem realistic at all.]

[Mavika: I'm fairly conscious of my appearance, but I can't quite reach the level described on Sunday.]

[Qin: How admirable! Is this the awareness that those who pursue the glory of harmony should possess?]

[Lisa: Is homophony... really that strict?]

[Aylheimer: Someone who would say something like that on a Sunday probably wouldn't tolerate even the slightest risk.]

………………

"The purpose of the company sending people to Pinocone this time is unclear."

“Therefore, I will not take any risks, and your gold aventurine must be kept by the family.”

"Therefore, please allow me to decline your offer, Mr. Sand Gold."

Sunday said.

"Oh, what a pity."

Sand Gold, looking completely clueless, crossed his arms and said:

"Then at least let me return that bag of wedding gifts, how about that?"

"A businessman who doesn't have leverage will find it difficult to make any progress in this Pinocchio dream."

"This simple request is enough to get me, an elite member of the strategic investment department, to help investigate Miss Robin's death."

“I think this is a pretty good deal, don’t you think, Mr. Sunday?”

Upon hearing this on Sunday, a meaningful smile appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and said to Sand Gold:

“Your compromise came sooner than I expected, Mr. Sand Gold.”

"Very well, I do need someone to conduct an investigation from outside the family."

Sand Gold raised an eyebrow: "So you agreed?"

Sunday nodded slightly and said:

"You can think of it that way, but before we return that bag of cash to you."

"You need to tell me yourself what exactly was inside that box you so decisively abandoned?"

Sand Gold's lips curled slightly upward, but he simply looked at Sunday without saying a word. Sunday's eyes, fixed on Sand Gold's face, shone with an increasingly intriguing light.

"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel really nervous."

"It's like being caught up in some huge transaction."

Paimon landed near Ying's shoulder and whispered.

"It's more like a negotiation scene than a transaction site."

The servant said.

"Just as Lord Luo Feng said, the family is very wary of the people from the Interstellar Peace Company. In that case..."

It's likely that the family's precautions against the Star Train will not be simple.

Claude narrowed her eyes slightly, and she only muttered the last sentence to herself, not daring to say it aloud in the office on this Sunday.

"Wait, this feeling... why is it happening again on Sunday?"

Paimon suddenly covered his head and carefully hid behind Ying.

"Why worry so much? This time he's not launching a homophonous baptism against us."

Ying glanced at Paimon and muttered a complaint.

………………

“O soul of three facets, brand his tongue and the palms of his hands with a burning iron, so that he may not make lies or take false oaths.”

On Sunday, he parted his lips slightly, and the power of destiny enveloped Sand Gold with his words.

"Hey, is it really necessary to give me a homophonous baptism?"

Sand Gold sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead with one hand and shaking his head.

“When I baptized Ms. Furina and the others, I already said I would do the same thing to you.”

“I thought you were already prepared, Mr. Sand Gold.”

"I think I don't need to explain the consequences of lying to you again."

Sunday said.

"It seems I have no reason to refuse. Please ask me any questions."

Sand Gold lowered his hand from his forehead and took a deep breath.

Sunday: "Question: Is the death of the robin related to you?"

Gold dust: "No!"

On Sunday, he nodded slightly and continued, "The question is, do you hold the cornerstone?"

Gold dust: "Yes!"

"A concise answer, perhaps out of concern for saying too much?" Sunday smiled and asked, "Did you hand over the cornerstone to your family when you entered the country?"

Gold Dust: “Yes.”

Sunday: "Does the foundation you've entrusted to your family truly belong to you?"

Gold Dust: “Yes.”

On Sunday, he walked to the desk, placed his hand on a box and a bag on it, and asked Sandstone, "Is the cornerstone currently in this room?"

Gold Dust: “Yes.”

"Has your memory been unaltered or deleted in any way, including but not limited to the technology software of Flowing Light Memory Court?"

Asked on Sunday.

"No, do we really have to ask to this extent?"

Paimon was astonished.

"It's clear that Mr. Sunday is very wary of Mr. Sand Gold."

"They only asked us some simple questions, which was already quite lenient."

Navia exclaimed.

“I’m starting to suspect that they’re planning to check all the household registration records for the gold mine on Sunday.”

Paimon crossed his arms and speculated.

……………….

Chapter 592 Gold Sand's Background and Plans Exposed; Paimon Seizes "Gold Sand"

Sunday: "Are you an Evikin from the planet Tsigania?"

“Yes.” Sand Gold raised an eyebrow: “You even know that?”

Do the Evgeny people possess any ability to read, alter, or manipulate their own or others' thoughts?

Asked on Sunday.

"Of course not. Does that have anything to do with our current conversation?"

Sand Gold asked, sounding somewhat helpless.

On Sunday, there was no answer, but a silent follow-up question: "Do you love yourself more than your family?"

Upon hearing this, Sand Gold remained silent for a few seconds before finally answering, "Yes!"

Sunday: "All the Evgeny people died in a massacre, didn't they?"

Sand Gold's face darkened, and he said, "No."