Poverty makes me capable of anything.

That was a secret mark left here by Wilmer, indicating their current movements in Imperial script.

"Let's go."

An Ran calmly boarded the Devil Ship.

Noticing that Anran was in a bad mood, Ella carefully followed her and tried to help her calm down.

"It's okay, I'm calm now."

An Ran smiled and touched Ella's silver hair.

She wouldn't act rashly until she had ascertained the strength of the Protoss Cult.

She just didn't expect that even after hiding in the Hidden Sandbar, she would still be found.

You're quite capable.

Two days later, An Ran arrived at the location where Wilmer and the others were hiding.

It was a scorching planet with an atmosphere so thick that the ground was invisible.

As soon as An Ran stepped out of the spaceship, she felt a wave of heat, so hot that she wanted to break free from her constraints. Only after activating the temperature control system in her combat suit did the sweat on her chest disappear.

"Why would you hide in a place like this?"

An Ran muttered something under her breath.

The surface temperature is 528 degrees Celsius.

The sky is always a grayish-yellow color.

The ground beneath my feet was yellow soil.

Occasionally, heavy yellow lightning would strike.

It truly was a living hell.

Looking around, Anran saw dozens of buildings resembling earthen kilns standing in a depression.

Without a doubt, that's where Wilmer and the others are currently living.

Anran and Ella walked over, one foot higher than the other.

Upon reaching the entrance to the depression, the ground suddenly twitched.

Anran stopped.

A moment later, a head wearing a leather hat emerged from the ground.

"Yes...ah, it's Lady Anran!"

Upon recognizing that the person who had suddenly appeared was An, the hot man immediately shouted out.

"what?"

"Lord Anran?"

Suddenly, several more heads popped up from the ground.

“Where are the Wilmers?” Anran asked.

"that……"

The men's faces immediately turned awkward: "Boss, he's in that house right now."

Someone pointed.

"Lord Anran, I'll go and inform the boss right away."

"Alright, no need for that." An Ran waved her hand. "I'll go myself."

Ella said very generously, "You guys go ahead with your business, Anran and I will go together."

"But……"

"You're not even listening to me anymore?"

An Ran narrowed her eyes.

"No."

"Stand here."

He's stammering; he's definitely not up to anything good.

An Ran walked to the earthen kiln without opening the domain, as that would attract Wilmer's attention.

But she no longer needs to do that.

Sounds came from inside.

"Go for a single 3."

"A 7."

"K, anyone want it? Anyone? Hmm, nobody? Haha, then I'm definitely going to win this round. Guild leader, guild leader, can't you afford it? Hahaha, five, six, seven, eight, nine!"

It was Jill's loud laughter.

"right……"

"and many more!"

Wilmer interrupted Jill.

"what happened?"

Wilmer snapped his fingers: "7, 8, 9, 10, J! Bigger than you!"

"puff……"

Anran heard the sound of water being spit out.

"Hahaha!"

Austin was slapping the ground with his hand: "I've got this! I've got this one! Hahaha..."

Austin was mimicking Jill's tone of voice.

Jill's face was ashen as she shouted at Wilmer, "Captain, what are you doing, Captain!"

Wilmer displayed remarkable composure, calmly tossing down his cards one by one as the emotional Gil became agitated.

Gil's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Oops.

They can't afford even one.

When she saw Wilmer throw the last card on the ground, she suddenly knelt down, supporting herself with her hands.

"Why? I got such a good hand, why?!"

"Cheating! It must be the three of you who cheated together!"

Jill shouted.

"Alright, stop struggling and just stick your head out."

Jill's forehead was flicked several times.

"No, this is unacceptable! Do it again!" Jill roared.

Life is hard enough, and then you get wrecked while playing cards.

Is there no justice or law left?!

"Add me one!"

Just then, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out from around the bustling card table.

Whose voice is that again?

"Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord..."

Li An, the adjutant who hadn't spoken until now, pointed at An Ran with his finger agape.

“Master? Ang Lee, you’re still playing the master-servant game? You really are a masochist.”

"Gill muttered."

She turned around and saw An Ran.

My jaw almost dislocated.

It’s over.

I have no idea when An Ran arrived.

Jill's heart clenched when she saw her embarrassing moment of slacking off while playing cards.

If her employer despises her for her lack of professional skills and kicks her out, where will she go to beg for food?

No, this must not be allowed to happen.

Jill stared at the swollen forehead, then pounced on her, hugging Anran's leg tightly and resting her head on it naturally, like an abandoned little maid.

"My lord, you've finally come! My lord, you have no idea how miserable we were while you were gone! Waaah, it was just too miserable..."

Tears streamed down my face.

Jill lifted Anran's skirt to wipe her eyes.

Wilmer, Austin, and Ang Lee watched with trepidation.

Oh my god, Jill has had another episode.

"Stop!"

Anran pushed Jill away with disgust.

Having subordinates like this is truly shameful.

After being pushed away several times in a disdainful manner, Jill immediately changed her target.

Since the first meal ticket is so "ruthless", can't she just find a seemingly kind second meal ticket?

Jill hugged Ella's leg again.