You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

His words stunned everyone present.

Himeko, March 7, Welt, and Hoshi were all somewhat surprised.

I thought at most they would be barely accommodating and I would be lucky to get a regular room to stay in, but I didn't expect that everyone would be given the top-of-the-line suite and unlimited access.

On March 7th, I thought to myself, "This is truly a grand family!"

Walter's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly; he sensed something was amiss.

Pinocchio's rules have always been rigid and strict. Guests without reservations are not only excluded from the top-floor suites, but it is also considered an exception to even step into the hotel. Now, not only are they being granted special treatment, but they are also being given the highest level of privileges. This seems abnormal no matter how you look at it.

But he didn't ask any more questions; he simply kept it in mind.

Ellie didn't hesitate and immediately operated the backend system. The previously frozen registration interface refreshed instantly, and a series of highest-level commands were issued simultaneously.

"Entry successful!"

"The penthouse suites have been allocated!"

"Dreamscape's highest-level access passport successfully bound!"

A series of system notification sounds rang out.

Ellie handed over five exquisite Dream Passports with both hands, her tone respectful: "Distinguished guests, check-in procedures have been completed. We apologize for any inconvenience this time. We wish you a pleasant dream."

On Sunday, his gaze swept over Lu Feng again, lingering for several seconds longer than others. He appeared polite and friendly, but in reality, his guard was at its highest.

"Welcome to Pinocchio, sir."

Lu Feng watched the whole thing calmly, his face expressionless. He simply nodded slightly when he heard their words, not even giving them a second glance.

He knew everything from beginning to end.

Sand Gold spoke up for him, and Sunday was willing to make an exception. This was not due to any personal connections or family generosity.

It's simply that these smart people are all afraid he'll cause trouble.

I want to keep him under my watchful eye, monitor him precisely, and keep track of his every move.

To put it bluntly, everyone was trying to prevent him from destroying the house.

This troubled him a bit; he was being monitored again...

Of course, it's fine. They can't keep monitoring us for long. They can't keep an eye on us forever, can they? Do they still want to continue their plan?

After completing the check-in procedures, the robin gently opened its mouth and offered its standard blessing.

May this beautiful dream soothe your weariness from your journey.

On Sunday, he nodded slightly and finished speaking.

"Please be aware that you have had a long journey. You may return to your rooms to rest. Within Pinocchio, the family will be at your service at any time if you require anything."

After saying that, he looked at the gold dust, his tone carrying a veiled hint.

"Mr. Sand Gold, could we discuss our previous agreement in private?"

"Of course."

The gold dust responded immediately.

On Sunday, I said something to the robin, and then the robin nodded and left.

Then, Sunday and Sandy, perfectly in sync, didn't say another word of politeness. They turned around and left the front desk, avoiding the sight of all the guests and the train crew, and headed towards a very secluded high-altitude viewing terrace at the back of the hotel.

This is a private area belonging to the Pinocchio family, isolated from all tourists' view and shielded from all recording, video recording, and dream recording devices. It is one of the few places in the entire Daydream Hotel where you can have a completely safe and private conversation.

After confirming that there was no one around and no surveillance or eavesdropping, Sunday completely removed the last trace of gentle and refined demeanor from his face.

He turned around, his eyes cold, all traces of his previous composure gone.

"Sajin, you knew his identity all along, didn't you?"

Sand Gold leaned against the railing, hands in his pockets, his previous polite smile gone, replaced by a shrewd and cautious look.

He shrugged and spoke his mind.

"I was indeed aware of it. I originally thought that this big shot would at most observe from the sidelines and would not get involved in our dream game at all."

Sunday's gaze was frighteningly somber.

"The Annihilation Lord, Burning Wind, destroyed Nanuk's most ferocious and uncontrollable elite force... Tell me, with such a demonic being entering the country, how can your so-called cooperation plan proceed smoothly?"

The Tong Xie people value order, unity, and stability above all else, and despise chaos and destruction the most.

The word "Foehn wind" is practically the nemesis of Sunday.

Sand Gold sighed softly, his tone serious.

"I admit it is a variable, and the biggest variable at that. You could even say that all our previous plans and calculations have become half-useless the moment he appeared."

He neither boasted nor lied; he frankly acknowledged the seriousness of the problem.

"We both know that this whole Pinocone situation is basically about you using my company's resources to stabilize the situation and eliminate potential problems, while I'm using your territory to reclaim the foundation that protects my company. It's a win-win situation where each of us gets what we need."

"Our opponents were originally just an out-of-control dream, a hidden memory, guests with ulterior motives, and at most a black swan secretly plotting something."

"But now, the opponent has an extra Foehn Wind."

As Sand Gold spoke, his tone became increasingly serious.

"Who in the galaxy doesn't know that the Lord of Annihilation never plays by the rules? Our games rely on calculation, on chips, on transactions, on people's hearts... His games rely on destruction, on crushing, on force."

Reasoning with him? He won't listen. Talking about bargaining chips? He has plenty. Playing dirty tricks? He's too lazy to do it.

"If he's in a bad mood, or if he doesn't like our dream, he can just tear down the whole Pinocchio, and all our plans and arrangements will instantly be wiped out."

On Sunday, my fingertips clenched slightly, my heart filled with apprehension.

His order to maintain constant surveillance across the entire area was by no means an overreaction.

The dream, though seemingly illusory, actually conceals real opportunities and crises. Pinocone's core foundation is extremely fragile and cannot withstand the full force of the Lord of Destruction.

"So you insisted on checking him in just now on purpose?"

On Sunday, he looked at the gold dust and asked in a cold voice.

Sand Gold nodded, completely at ease.

"Yes, and it must be."

"On Sunday, we're both smart people, let's not fool ourselves."

"Not letting him check in carries enormous risks; letting him check in, while still posing uncontrollable risks, however..."

"Keep him in the hotel, on our turf, bound by the rules of the dream, under 24-hour surveillance, with his every move within our sight. Even if he tries to cause trouble, we can detect it immediately, restrain him immediately, and stop the damage immediately."

"But what if we shut him out, leaving him outside the control of dreams?"

Sand Gold countered with a question tinged with helplessness.

"Are you willing to bet?"

Sunday was silent.

He dare not.

Not even a fraction of a second.

I can't afford to gamble, and I can't afford to lose.

Pinocone was the home he guarded, the place where the robin lived, and the foundation of the Harmonious Family. He could not bear the slightest risk of destruction.

(P.S.: Does anyone have any good writing suggestions? If so, please include them in the text. o(╥﹏╥)o My brain cells are almost used up.)