The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Then, as if coaxing a child, he told Muirseth about his experiences over the years.

The girl was frightened out of her wits.

Akado thought that he had become more emotional after returning from the starry sky. He even had the leisure to tease children. In the eyes of the blood demon who was more than 200 years old, the lively Muerseth was indeed a child.

Closer to home.

This old antique, who temporarily transformed himself into a super small cup blood demon girl, is thinking about how to deal with his daughter's nocturnal personality venting problem during adolescence.

She splashed the water in the bathtub, looked at the small toy floating at the bottom, and prepared to wait for Rafiela to give an explanation first.

What else could La Fiela say? She just wanted to start over.

Shocked, the pure and beautiful girl of abstinence actually...

"No, no..." Lafiaila was about to cry, "Father, it's not what you think..."

Akado stood up, clear water flowing down her fair and slender body. She dragged her adopted daughter into the bathroom and said, "What's so embarrassing about this? You're already that old."

"I..." Quill's face turned red. She hesitated to speak for more than a dozen times. Finally, with a red face, she grabbed Akado's little hand hysterically and whispered tremblingly, "I never put it in."

Her voice became softer and softer, and even her knees trembled slightly. "Only use it on the outermost part."

The Blood Demon pressed Lafiela to the edge of the bathtub, and he took a towel to wipe his body, preparing to change into pajamas and leave. "That would be the best, but you still have to pay attention to hygiene issues."

Before leaving, Akado suddenly turned back and said, "Of course, if you really need that..."

"Father, I will not marry!"

The Blood Demon was slightly startled, and said slowly, "Then you will deal with the iron lump in the laboratory for the rest of your life. Science is indeed more worthy of exploration than love."

She looked at La Fiela meaningfully for a while, "Have a good rest. I'll come check your progress tomorrow."

The bathroom door closed.

La Fiela slumped on the floor, forgetting for a moment that she had come to the bathroom in the first place to take a shower.

*

Casimir, thousands of miles away from Colombia.

The Great Knight Territory controlled by capitalists luckily survived the "blood disaster".

When Akado led his army to smash the entire Terra to pieces, the Chamber of Commerce surrendered very quickly, and they wanted to carve the words "Master, we are one of us" on their foreheads. They publicly announced the absolute dominant position of Singularity Technology Group in the Chamber of Commerce five or six times a day. Even the old men sitting at the top of the court or the government hall shamelessly came out to endorse it.

The successful holding of the APEX competition has injected fresh blood into this country whose development speed has been slowing down year by year, activated all classes from top to bottom, and brought about a new economic boom.

Unfortunately, no matter how prosperous a city is, it still cannot change one story after another that is destined to be tragic.

As the youngest son of the Linguang family, Mayenna shouldered the burden of the entire family for ten years.

He had been sleeping among the numb crowd, watching countless passionate young people rushing towards high-rise buildings, and then covered with poisonous sores, relying on the antidote of the Business Federation to survive. There was a raging fire in his heart, as if he would burn the whole world when he woke up.

The APEX competition only eased the internal conflicts of the increasingly saturated knight class and never had any impact on Casimir's dire situation.

But that's enough.

Mauna stood by the dark French window, overlooking the rows of buildings below.

Casimir's dilemma should be resolved by the people of Casimir themselves.

He had always objected to Margaret and Maria meddling in other people's affairs.

But now, he has become the most idle person in this city...

I have to be grateful for the company I work for now.

The highest masterpiece of the Originium industry, known as "demon technology" and "soul technology", gives him the ability to meddle in other people's affairs.

For most people in this city and this country, they are born to face suffering, and often the suffering is something they cannot overcome even if they try their best.

The swordsmanship inherited from the Linguang family, the skills honed from the conquest of the Knights and years of wandering, combined with the enhancement of power armor, give Mainna Linguang enough confidence to defeat any malicious intent.

His eyes fell on his desk, under which was a shiny silver briefcase.

Space-type power armor, "Lin Guang".

(It’s the beginning of April, please vote! There are two more chapters today!)

220. Like a Torch

There was a bluish-gray drizzle in the bluish-gray sky.

The streets were submerged in misty water, the street lamps were swaying with a bluish white light, and pedestrians hurried by with umbrellas, without stopping at all. This was the "Schaferin Street" in the slums, which was famous for its chaos. Sick gamblers or refugees fell in the corners of the alleys and were not discovered until the stench of the corpses spread widely.

This is the reality that urban residents in Casimir and most other countries are accustomed to.

Even for Longmen, its only advantage is that it has gangs responsible for managing these dark corners.

There are no gangs in Casimir.

But here are the knights.

Even as an infected person, as a foreigner, as a refugee, as a second-rate competitive knight... no matter how inferior, he is still a knight after all.

These men and women, who may be young and naive and who can barely even afford food and clothing, pick up swords and guns and walk into the camera lens to stage dangerous fights to the death in order to make a living.

The rain was getting heavier, flooding the shallow solar panels outside the rooftop. Those were crudely made, perhaps made of just resin and a few wires, and provided the residents with little psychological comfort in the sense of "saving money".

When seeing how those towering buildings were stirring up the sky, the girl Zarak, who was not yet a Flametail Knight, was thinking about the towering red pine in her hometown.

Sona is an ordinary Casimir living in a Zalak settlement in Casimir, or at least that was the case in the past. However, a natural disaster changed the trajectory of her life. Due to the indifference of the local knight nobles, the Kaliska family, towards the people, Sona's home was destroyed. Her family, friends and the peaceful life in the past disappeared almost overnight.

A trace of nostalgia and anguish flashed through her heart, as she thought of the last intact red pine forest, which was destroyed by a sudden natural disaster. Before that, this precious tree, a symbol of grandeur, beauty and tenacity, had been cut down by the nobles. It must be nearly extinct now, right?

In fact, Sona never went back to see the woods again.

Maybe the pine tree survived the fire? Or maybe in the next season, those intact pine cones will sprout new life in the ash-covered soil... just like her.

She must live on for her family and friends who died in the natural disaster. She must take root in the soil of Casimir. With this thought in mind, she has survived until today.

But soon, Sona shook her head. She wanted to get rid of these thoughts. These overly jumpy thoughts would only make her fall into self-pity. She couldn't do this. She had to learn to be cheerful. If she pretended to be cheerful, maybe those businessmen would show some leniency and hire a petite infected girl to do some work within her ability.

Until recently, she learned from newspapers and TV that infected people could also become knights. She must find a way. And the reason she wanted to become a knight was just to make a living. Without any ancient chivalry endorsement, without any grand vision and hope, Sona clenched her fists.

She was forced to punch the poor fellow infected. She had no choice.

Sona was not very strong, but she was agile. This made her stand out among the infected, and she was selected by some underground sponsors to participate in the "cleansing competition system". She once punched her opponent in the face when her weapon was out of her hand and she was in danger. The opponent fell down, and Sona won another day of survival for herself - but she was not happy. She was not very strong. She was able to knock the opponent down with one punch only because the opponent was hungry and because the night before, the opponent was involved in a fight because of a few knight bonds rewarded by the sponsor.

Sona was not happy. She had little strength.

Some people praised her for being a lovely girl with a little dressing up. Some people praised her for becoming a famous athlete after proper training.

Sona was stunned until a voice said, "Your tail is burning like fire."

This sentence has no special meaning, and the person who made this exclamation is just an ordinary audience member who enjoys violence.

But Sona choked up for the first time after the game.

Yes. She had just realized that she was supposed to be burning like fire.

But the rain in Casimir was heavy, falling on the plastic shed of the stall behind the wall, making crackling sounds.

The wounded Sona sat in the alley. She tore off a few newspapers and covered the homeless man who was no longer breathing beside her.

She didn't want to take off her helmet because she wouldn't be able to tell whether the water hitting her cheeks was tears or rain.

How could a tiny flame like hers possibly catch fire?

Crunch, crunch.

Someone stepped through the puddle, making a loud noise.

Sona's vision fell into darkness.

A tall knight stood in front of her, wearing shiny metal armor that gave off a sci-fi vibe.

Maenna held out her hand, "Infected?"

"I......"

"Take me to the office of the manager here," Maenna took out a plastic voucher and stuffed it into Sona's hand. This is the most common and popular currency in the slums, and it can be used to buy many good things in the city. "This is the reward."

Sona immediately held on to the voucher, fearing that the other party would go back on his word. She stood up, enduring the pain that penetrated her bones, and said, "Deal!"

It was the first time she saw such a handsome knight. Yes, he was so handsome, just like the sun. Just standing next to him, it seemed that all the coldness and dampness in her body were driven away.

In the past, I had only seen such characters on the old man next door’s shabby TV.

Not those idols who put on a show on the field.

Instead, it was the Silver Spear Pegasus who wielded his sword and spear to tear through the enemy's formation.

As if integrating into what every Casimir person longed for, Sona couldn't help but ask him, "Sir, are you going to..."

"Return the power that belongs to you to you."

Maenna had been preparing for this day for a long time.

"There will be no invaders in Casimir now or in the future. No child should go to war in a peaceful time."

"Peace?" Sona began to be confused.

"Peace is still a long way off," Maenna said, not expecting the little girl to understand anything. "I'm going to the battlefield now."

He seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact he was reconfirming his determination and plan.

"So that countless people like you don't have to kill each other. Your talents and efforts should burn for this country and for your own ideals."

Sona could vaguely understand.

Casimir's rain could not extinguish the flames.

But no one dared to light a torch and walk in front to face the evil beasts waiting in the rain.

Now, she saw the torch.

221. Eureka's OO Live

(This is a serious, super-revised version. Basically, the plot is completely different from the original. I simply changed the original version into an OO extra and sent it to the full subscription group.)

"Hello, Hello, I am your old friend Eureka~ The Red Wine News brings you the latest live news reports."

The pink-haired girl spoke in a lively and crisp voice, with a light makeup on her pretty face. This reporter, who seemed to be quite skilled in the business, originally worked in Bolivar. Due to various accidents, she had to move to more than a dozen cities in Terra. She was constantly unemployed and in debt. She was almost stripped naked by debt collectors and sold to a club as a prostitute. If she hadn't met the doctor from Rhodes Island in Casimir and received his help, maybe... well, there's no maybe. A girl like this who is heavily in debt and good-looking would definitely be caught by those fat-headed city nobles and used as a plaything in bed.

Forced by a certain doctor's unexpected behavior in stirring up trouble in the business association, "Red Wine News" had to bite the bullet and take on this young reporter who had ruined the operations of two peers in just one month.

Eureka didn't want to give up this hard-earned job, so she naturally invested her full enthusiasm into it...even though she was so unlucky that she always encountered unexpected misfortunes. She was kicked out of the company by her boss who made her cry because of the losses she suffered before she even received her salary.

Hope...hopefully nothing bad will happen this time.

Eureka swallowed her saliva. She came here today to interview the manager of this slum. She was going to write an article praising the Chamber of Commerce for its excellent governance of various regions in the Great Knight Territory. The slum was the place that she was going to focus on describing in great detail.

The slums were naturally as dirty and chaotic as ever, but considering the filming, the not-so-rich city noble still spent a lot of money to clean up a street to entertain the reporters. He also held a big banquet in his own mansion to avoid the expense of setting up an additional green screen and using special effects to create the scene.

The broadcast vehicle was parked in the pouring rain. An elderly guard was sitting at the gate and whistled at the beautiful girl who was running through the rain with her long white legs.

An assistant holding an umbrella followed Eureka and hurried into the sheltered meeting place, and a temporary servant handed over a towel.

Eureka wiped the water droplets on her light pink hair. Her deerskin boots and her white calves were covered in mud. But she had no time to clean up further. She quickly put on some light makeup with foundation and took her seat in the lecture hall with her assistant who was tidying up the camera stand.

Because she is young and beautiful and has the help of a noble person, she stands out among the men and women. She is inevitably flattered or entangled by her colleagues, who all have their own intentions and purposes.

The assistant sat next to Eureka holding the camera, feeling a little awkward, not knowing what to do.

Even the noble lord who was about to speak cast his eyes over. He really liked this kind of girl... It was rare to find such a clean girl in the slums.

Very good, I will show you right away. Sona stood behind the curtain, holding a sharpened dagger in her hand.

Mauna held her shoulders and said, "The light diffraction device has a limited coverage range, so wait until he finishes speaking."

"Can we actually talk?!" Sona was a little surprised. She looked up at the surveillance camera above her head.

"Sound is a wave, and I carry a wave-reflecting device."

Sona had never been to school, so how could she possibly hear these strange terms? She remained silent.

After the city noble in front of him finished his speech with satisfaction...he just read the script given by the Chamber of Commerce, and he didn't bother to care about what it meant specifically.

"Hey," the middle-aged man, who was once a knight who could chop a tree stump in half with a sword, called out to the maid behind the scenes, "Hurry up and ask the female reporter from the Red Wine Newspaper to stay at the venue, the one with pink hair. Just tell her that I have a business deal I want to discuss with the newspaper."

The maid did not ask her master why she did not use a telephone or a messenger. The so-called "business" was obviously a dirty and forced transaction.