Unspeakable bubbles

As he spoke, Murata began rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"The treasures left by our predecessors, I remember, hmm? Are they in the cabinet?"

"I've got it! I've got it!"

Murata pulled out a dusty plastic bag, patted it, and the dust kicked up made him sneeze.

"Murata, we must cherish the treasures of our predecessors even more."

"Achoo, Bubble, Bubble, you can go out first."

"Wait for me, let me clean it up before coming in."

"Oh! I've opened the window for you."

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"The treasure of our predecessors, our last hope."

Murata's hands, holding the drink, were trembling involuntarily: "It's definitely possible, I believe in the power of my seniors!"

"Let the bubbles see..."

The little girl calmly picked up a newspaper, glanced at it a few times, and then put it aside.

Murata waited quietly at first, but as the little girl put more and more 'treasures' aside, the boy couldn't sit still any longer.

"Bubble, you, look, slow down a bit."

"What if I miss something when I'm reading ten lines at a glance?"

"No, Bubble always watches that fast."

While they were talking, the little girl put down another newspaper.

"Ugh"

After waiting anxiously for a while, Murata finally showed his frustration when he saw that there were not many 'treasures' left that Bubble hadn't seen.

'What a failure! All the previous contributors, plus my own collection, it turns out, it was all fake!'

Just then, the little girl exclaimed "Eh!"

She slowed down and began to examine a newspaper carefully.

"...Murata"

"exist!"

"Bubble, found it!"

"yeah!!!!!!"

Murata jumped up immediately and eagerly reached out his hand.

"Quick, let me see, what does it say?"

Murata Ryo took the newspaper and began to read it with great excitement.

"My father is the greatest man in Pluton!"

“He knows everything. When I was a child, he seemed almost omnipotent to me. Actually, he still is now (laughs).

“I always liked to pester my father with questions. Once, I asked him, ‘What is that thing that only appears at night, hangs above our heads, and glows?’”

"Ah, I was young then, but I knew that what was hanging in the sky was the moon. But, well, how should I put it, because he was my father, I hoped in my heart that he would give me a different answer."

"Haha, guess what he said back then?"

“My father said it was an alien spaceship.”

"Oh dear, that really startled me."

“I never thought my father would make such a joke… Sigh, if it really was just a joke, I wouldn’t have minded all these years.”

"To be honest, my father looked very serious at the time, and he didn't look like he was joking at all."

"Let me tell you an embarrassing story. For some reason, I suddenly felt very scared and burst into tears."

"Haha, phew, after revealing my little secret, I really feel a sense of relief."

"In this way, my self-published article will have value."

"Friends, just laugh it off after reading this."

"Wishing everyone good health and a happy family! (Written by a cheerful archaeologist)"

Section 514, Chapter 513: Fearing the World Is Not Chaotic Enough

Were newspapers this casual back then? As long as you were willing to pay, you could get any article published.

"Bubble, I feel this is too unreliable."

Ryo Murata couldn't help but complain: "What do you mean by 'left by a certain archaeologist in a good mood'? There's not even a name. This is so insincere."

"Um, Murata, wait a minute, Bubble's going back to the dorm to get something!"

"Huh?"

Before Murata could say anything, the little girl had already disappeared.

"Unexpectedly, we still didn't find anything in the end."

Murata put down the newspaper in his hand, preparing to tidy up the table and take the little girl to the cafeteria for lunch.

"Bubble has been so busy, you should treat her to a good meal."

"I'm back!"

"This...so fast?"

Murata looked at Bubbles and seriously suspected that the little girl would come back as soon as she left.

"What did you go back to the dorm to get?"

"This!" Bubble pulled out a golden handheld game console.

"Want to play handheld game together this afternoon?"

Ryo Murata thought it was a great idea. Speaking of which, the handheld console that Bubble brought out looked really high-tech; it must be really fun!

"No, Bubble has important business to attend to."

After the boot screen, a small pixelated figure appeared on the handheld console screen.

"Niuniu!"

"Commander Sister, what's wrong?" A few words floated above the pixelated person's head.

"Bubble wants to know, who exactly published this article? Niu Niu, can you contact Annie for me and ask her to ask Crove for help?"

"Ok."

The pixelated man stared at the article for a while: "The publication date and newspaper name are both there. A Plutonian who claims to be an archaeologist? If this identity is true, then things will be much easier."

"kindness!"

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"Mr. Carmen, are you feeling better?"

"I am deeply humbled and honored that Her Majesty the Holy Maiden has come to visit me in person!"

Carmen said this, but she kept fiddling with a red dagger in her hand.

"The priests of the Black Heaven Cult are indeed worthy of their reputation; they were even able to save me from injuries like mine."

“Mr. Carmen, an ordinary person would have been back to the clutches of the underworld long ago after suffering such an injury. Your full recovery is due to your special constitution.”

"Haha, in the end, I'm just a vengeful spirit. As for my body, I have enough energy to easily create a new one."

Carmen sheathed his dagger and said with a smile, "I hope my inhuman identity won't affect our negotiations."

“This is not a ‘negotiation.’ Mr. Carmen, you have come with a mission from our Lord. Please tell Tana if there is anything the grasslands need to cooperate with.”

"The Holy Maiden is indeed straightforward!"

Carmen said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is not a one-sided demand from the Yogites. The grasslands will only gain more after the Golden Trade Route is opened."

Tana frowned slightly upon hearing Carmen's words.

“Mr. Carmen, we ask for nothing in return.”

"..."

"Haha, my fault, my fault."

"You don't expect anything in return, I can understand that."

Carmen's expression was somewhat complicated. In a way, she, along with the bones, shared the same stance as the saintess in front of her.

"Mr. Carmen, do you have any leads on the attackers?"

"I've been thinking about this a lot these past few days."

Carmen's expression turned serious: "Your Holiness, would you please accompany me to the site of the attack?"

"The attack on the delegation is a serious matter, and Tana must go to the scene to see it for herself no matter what."

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"Ah, Lady Carmen, you've recovered! Holy, Holy Maiden, greetings!"

Upon seeing Tana surrounded by the Kheshig army, Monk immediately dropped to the ground.

"Get up, get up! You're an envoy, what are you doing lying down like that!"

After Monk stood up with a silly grin, Carmen gave him a warm hug.

"Hey kid, you haven't come to see me these past few days, what have you been doing wandering around here?"

If it weren't for this frail man being the first to wake up and help him escape, he would most likely have been finished this time.

Carmen accepted Munch's kindness!