The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

The twelve Knights Templar from the British Pavilion gathered around.

But in his mind, X had already reviewed all the uses of his abilities from when he entered the Crystal Palace until now.

And now... this is the final test.

The first step is...

As he watched the out-of-control steampunk figure rush in along the ground track, X grinned. Just as the steampunk figure, dragging the steam pipe, reached the finish line in the center of the exhibition hall, X arrived at the same spot.

My hand touched the steampunk doll.

For the first equivalent exchange, you can exchange anything; simply destroy the steam pipes.

Instantly, steam surged into the room, completely obscuring the view in the cramped space.

[The "living energy" is being depleted—]

[Status: The deceased has been revived. Time remaining: 170 hours and 15 minutes.]

X's gaze just happened to pass over Angel's panel.

Sure enough, one's own equivalent exchange must also consume energy.

Don't worry, we have plenty of energy.

Then comes the second step—

Place your hand on the support column of the elevated track.

The next moment, parts on the metal support collapsed, and the elevated track fell, forcing back the few Templar Knights who had already approached. It also made the remaining Templar Knights hesitant to move—fearing some other danger lurking in the fog.

Then comes the third step—

At X's instruction, Angel ignored the barrier, replaced the genuine cross fragment with its original one, and retrieved the fake cross fragment.

hula-

The silver chain swept across the air, and the powerful airflow dispersed the white mist, revealing X and Angel's figures once again.

The two of them had already bypassed the knights and arrived at the back entrance of the exhibition hall.

"stop!"

The nimble knights had already raised their guns and fired.

This is the fourth step—

Ex casually tossed the track parts off the ground into the air.

Equivalent exchange is initiated.

The bullets fired from the air and the suspended metal parts were instantly replaced by other meaningless metal objects, which fell to the ground and rolled several times.

Angel has already opened the back door.

Before the knights could fire again, X threw out the fragments of the cross he was holding.

"Take good care of your exhibits!"

Upon seeing that it was a relic related to the Holy Order, the Templar Knights hesitated for a moment, fearing that they might shoot and hit the fragments.

Even more anxious knights threw down their weapons, lunged forward, and leaped up, trying to catch the shards.

With the knights and fragments acting as human shields, X was now completely free from the threat of gunfire.

Goodbye everyone, until we meet again!

Ax left the exhibition hall and gently closed the back door.

The black-robed knight's face instantly darkened.

He pushed aside the Templar Knight who caught the fragments and opened the back door directly.

But outside there was only a bustling crowd of tourists... The two suspects had completely disappeared.

"Completely seal off the exits!"

■

Two Holy See fairies stood at the exit of the Crystal Palace.

They had silver detectors hanging from their pointed ears, and they raised their wands simultaneously when they saw X.

But at this moment, X was completely different—

X completely dropped his disguise, as did Angel.

Yes, after two disguises, X finally reverted to his original identity in order to leave.

At this moment, only nobles are entitled to leave first.

"I am Sir Axmore," Axmore revealed his identity, "and this is my fairy maid."

The fairy examiner's gaze lingered on his face for three seconds before landing on Angel's ears: "What happened to her ears?"

There were marks on their ears from being bound with ribbons. I didn't expect these two fairies to be so observant.

"I was burned by the steam in the workshop before. The doctor said I should wrap it with ribbon to prevent infection."

"Aren't you a nobleman? Why are you staying in the workshop?"

"Because I was once rich in the past." Ax deliberately gave a self-deprecating smile. "But now, all I have left is the mechanical workshop, and I can only make a living by making machines."

"Oh~ they are a noble family that is about to disappear."

The two Holy Path fairies exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

The red light on the wand suddenly turned green. The fairy inspector put away the wand and waved her hand: "No relic being carried. Let's go, don't let your maid get burned again, fairies' ears are very delicate."

After a close call, Ax finally escaped the noisy Crystal Palace.

The midday sun was coating the glass dome with a layer of molten gold.

He didn't go far; he simply leaned against the café railing, looking towards Hyde Park in the distance—Prince Albert's golden carriage was slowly passing by, the royal flag fluttering in the wind atop it.

Angel's pointed ears, no longer needing to be hidden, trembled with excitement. Her blue eyes were fixed on the strawberry ice cream in the café window, her mouth practically watering.

"Want some?" Ex pulled out the silver coin he had exchanged from the Persian Pavilion; the queen's portrait gleamed in the sunlight.

Angel nodded vigorously, her blue eyes curving into crescents: "Yes! I want the biggest one!"

Ice cream doesn't cost much.

X quickly bought two ice creams with his change and handed one to Angel. The blue-eyed fairy girl immediately licked it, getting cream on her nose. She tried to wipe it off with her hand, but only made it dirtier.

"Idiot." Ex laughed as he wiped the cream off her, feeling the warmth of the maid's skin through his fingertips—with the replenishment of the living and dead energy, he felt more alive, and his five senses were enhanced.

Thinking about it this way, as long as the living and dead energy continues to be replenished and Angel's skills continue to improve, I will eventually become more and more like a real person.

No, that would just make them living dead.

Besides, he was only prolonging his life with fairy magic. What if he entered a magic-suppressing area one day, or Angel fell into a coma causing the magic to malfunction, or the life-and-death energy was completely exhausted one day...

It must be a true resurrection.

"Master," Angel suddenly tugged at his sleeve, pointing to the elevated tracks on the west side of the Crystal Palace, "Look! The people on the track cars are waving at us!"

Ax looked up. Inside the glass curtain wall, a tram on another track was slowly passing by, carrying cheering tourists.

Ex couldn't help but recall the thrill of stealing the Silver Lamp not long ago, the tension of replacing the fragments, and the image of Angel's pointed ears trembling under the ribbon.

We'll talk about the future later.

"Angel," AX suddenly said, a smile playing on his lips, "Let's go see Tower Bridge later. I heard the lights are beautiful at night."

The blue-eyed fairy girl nodded vigorously, ice cream dripping onto her blue dress like tiny stars. Ex led her by the hand along the stone path, his magical heart pounding in his chest—this time, not from nervousness, but from the peace of mind of knowing he was alive.

The distant sound of a steam locomotive's whistle mingled with the piano music coming from the café, like a clumsy yet warm lullaby.