Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

Aglaia, standing behind them, chuckled softly upon hearing this, but said nothing.

Lin Si's lips twitched.

He sees it now.

Little Dolphin and Golden Trout—these are nicknames that Sword Flag Lord probably gave them.

The name "Little Dolphins" comes from the fact that the three of them, including Tibbers, are lively and active, like three little dolphins frolicking in the sea.

What about the "golden trout"?

Is it because of her golden hair?

He coughed lightly, suppressing those chaotic thoughts, and straightened his expression.

“My destiny is that of this… um… Miss Golden Trout.”

He looked at Tibo and the other two, then at Aglaia.

"I hope you can make a terrain allocation table and a public opinion survey."

Ti Bao tapped her chin with her index finger, as if pondering the meaning of these two unfamiliar words.

Ting gave a soft hum, her eyes narrowing slightly as if scrutinizing something.

Ti'an muttered something under her breath.

"Does Little Caesar use such a title?"

The voice was very soft, as if talking to oneself.

Aglaia's brow furrowed slightly.

She looked at Crydela's profile, a hint of probing in her eyes.

Caesar never called her 'Golden Trout'.

Even in private, he would only be called 'Golden Woven Duke'.

This is indeed the first time I've been addressed with such a nickname.

But she didn't say anything. Perhaps Caesar was influenced by Hathaway?

"Why is Little Caesar doing all this?"

Ti Bao tilted her head and asked curiously.

Lin Si's lips curled up slightly.

He stood up, controlling Crydra's body, and slowly walked to the stone railing at the edge of the garden.

From here, the entire city of Ohma unfolds before your eyes: the scattered rooftops, the winding streets, the slowly dispersing crowds, and the plains and hills beyond the city gates in the distance.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the city below.

"Fate!"

His voice wasn't loud, but in this quiet garden, every word was clearly audible.

“Sometimes I think, if I really do unify Onfaros, what should I do next?”

He paused, his gaze falling on the people walking on the street.

Their figures were small, moving like ants through the cracks in the stone slabs, but each one was doing their own thing. Some were moving things around, while others sat on the steps by the door, basking in the sun.

"Without a doubt, I should allow people to pursue their own 'freedom'."

He turned around, his gaze falling on Tibo and Aglaia, and also sweeping over the shadowy corner of the garden hidden by vines.

There, a figure stood quietly, neither making a sound nor leaving; it was Heather.

"So, I want to ask the people what they really want."

His voice softened a little.

“Ohma will take care of their worries. That way, even if they leave Ohma in the future to pursue their own freedom, I hope they will remember that,”

He paused for a moment, then turned around.

“Ohma will always be their home.”

The rooftop garden was quiet for a moment.

Tibao's eyes widened suddenly.

"!!!"

Her mouth was slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the right words for a moment.

The expressions of Tian and Tinning beside them also changed. Tian's brows relaxed slightly, and Tinning's lips curved upwards, as if she had heard something unexpected.

Aglaia's eyes flickered.

She watched Ceylonese's retreating figure, the figure standing before the stone railing, overlooking the entire city.

The afternoon sun shone down on her shoulders, making her appear somewhat divine.

She was silent for a moment, then lowered her head, as if savoring the meaning of those words.

In the shadow of the vines in the corner of the garden, Heather stood there, as quiet as a statue.

But her fingers gently gripped the hilt of the sword.

"......"

Lin Si turned her back to them and did not turn around.

He maintained that enigmatic posture, his gaze fixed on the city below, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The character in the story is extraordinary, and he can sense that.

Even if this life is still young.

But the fact that even Caesar's personal bodyguard, Sword Banner Lord, acknowledges that he can blend into the crowd, combined with the cutscene where Clydela once said 'Life is in the air', makes it clear that he is capable of integrating into the community.

It's not hard to conclude that this little girl is truly capable.

It's probably someone like Joan of Arc.

Although he felt that these things should not be borne by a child, the system here was already fixed, and the road must be taken one step at a time.

As for the identity of 'Golden Woven Lady', he was not clear about her specific duties, but judging from the title, she should have some kind of 'weaving' or 'recording' responsibility, and her reputation among the people must not be low.

As for Hessein...

He glanced at the shadowy patch, then looked away.

Okay, let's put pure warriors aside for now.

The rooftop garden remained silent for a long while.

Then, Tibo's voice broke the silence.

"We understand!"

Her voice was a little louder than before, and it carried a serious tone.

"We will complete Little Caesar's mission!"

Ti'an nodded, and Ti'ning also gave a soft "hmm".

Aglaia nodded slightly at this moment, her golden hair gleaming softly in the sunlight.

"The Golden Weaver will not disappoint Caesar's expectations."

Her voice was gentle, and her tone carried a sense of promise.

Tibo waved to Crydella, and before she could turn around, she grabbed Tian and Tin and skipped towards the garden exit.

"Little Caesar, we'll be going now!"

The three small figures disappeared behind the vines at the garden entrance. Aglaia nodded slightly to Lin Si, then turned around and followed them away at a leisurely pace.

The garden has become quiet again.

Lin Si maintained that 'unfathomable' posture, with her back to the garden entrance and facing the city of Ohma, standing motionless for about five seconds.

Then he slowly lowered his hands from behind his back and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's alright."

He muttered something to himself and stroked his chin.

"This level of sophistication should be enough."

He turned around, his gaze falling on the spot where Ti Bao and the other two had just stood, then looking in the direction where Aglaia had disappeared, before falling into deep thought.

"Golden-woven goblet".

He repeated the title, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Isn't Jin Zhijue also a little girl?"

He remembered clearly that the Jin Zhijue he had met last time, or rather, the little girl who called herself Jin Zhijue, was probably only half a head taller than Ti Bao and the others.

But that person just now...

The image of Aglaia appeared in his mind.

Her tall figure and ethereal气质 make her seem like a completely different person.

"Does this title belong to the family?"

Lin Si pinched her chin and began to speculate.

"Is everyone in their family a Golden Woven Lord?"

He has a basis for thinking this way.

Just now, when he was shouting "Life-or-death!", Ti Bao, Ti An, and Ti Ning, although their expressions were different, all accepted this name.

Therefore, the title of "Fate" is not exclusive to any one person, but is a shared title among three people.

Would the Golden Woven Jue be similar?

Lin Si thought about it more and more and it seemed reasonable.

In medieval settings, it was perfectly normal for a family to pass down the same title through generations, with younger generations inheriting it after the elders stepped down.

Some families even use the same name for generations.

"Oh, I knew it."

Lin Si nodded, a smug smile of 'I see' appearing on her lips.

"The little girl I saw last time must be her daughter."

He clapped his hands lightly, silently giving himself a thumbs up for his reasoning ability.

"I figured out this complicated thing in no time!"

Deep down, Kerudela fell silent.

She was still pondering the meaning behind Lin Si's words.

But as she listened to Lin Si's meticulous reasoning, from "Isn't Jin Zhijue also a little girl?" to "her daughter," she didn't miss a single word.

Her lips twitched slightly.

"......"

Chapter 292 What is a person who carries the sun on their back!

"By the way, is that shadow from last time still there?"

Lin Si turned around, her gaze falling on the shadow at her feet.

To be precise, it fell on Cerydra's shadow.

He remembers it very clearly.

Before he logged off last time, that dark shadow disappeared into Crydela's shadow, as if it had found a comfortable nest there, and then it never came out again.

"It shouldn't have left while I was offline, right?"

He stared at the shadow for a few seconds, then tentatively asked a question.