Poverty makes me capable of anything.

An Ran nodded.

On the third day of their voyage, thanks to the high speed of the Divine Court-class warship, An Ran and his companions arrived at the Lord Star of the Beast Territory.

Because they showed no malice, the Beast King, who had always adhered to neutrality, did not make things difficult for An Ran.

At this moment, after putting away the spaceship, An Ran was standing on the land of Forest City on Lord Star.

Various kinds of demi-humans passed by her.

Catgirl, foxgirl, doggirl...

There are also many demi-humans with even more pronounced bestial characteristics.

Of course, there are also demi-humans who are unrelated to the beast race.

Most demi-humans are between level 30 and 60, but there are also master-level demi-humans. As for Star Killers, Anran has only seen them at the security checkpoint.

In such an environment, Derrick, a combat machine that has completely detached itself from human form, no longer seems out of place.

"Indeed, the best way to hide a drop of water is to throw it into the sea."

"what?"

Derrick looked at Anran with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing." An Ran shook her head. "Anyway, let's go to the nearby Mountain City first."

Since unlicensed flight is prohibited on the Lord's Star, Anran chose to take the green channel express train from Forest City to Mountain City.

On the way, she heard that the Beast King had recently captured several people from the chaotic area.

"That's quite a sight! Even the largest Progenitor-class warship has been deployed," a goat-like demi-human with a long beard exclaimed to those around him in an exaggerated tone.

Someone asked, "When did this happen?"

"Just last night, around midnight."

Anran's ears twitched slightly.

yesterday?

She said to Derrick, "It seems we arrived just in time."

Derrick nodded slightly.

The key issue lies in the attitude of the Lord of the Beasts.

Even with the support of the Cult of Mechanics, Derrick has no confidence if he disagrees.

Near the Mountain City Station, An Ran said to the three little girls, "You can wander around around here as you like. I'll call you if I need anything."

Ella looked obedient: "Okay, Anran, Anran, you go ahead and do your work. I promise I won't cause any trouble."

Very nice.

Anran patted her head.

Seeing this, Tsykia crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

Only Ella would play these childish games with you.

then.

The panda willingly stretched its head out.

"..."

Tsyk-ya turned her head away: "Don't touch me, I'm not interested."

Snapped!

An Ran slapped her on the head.

In short, don't cause trouble!

Ciqiya jumped up, ready to grab Anran a few times.

But Anran had already led Derrick toward the Spiral Mountain of Mountain City.

I'm furious.

With a sullen face, Tsyja said to Ella, "Let's go see what we can eat nearby."

Ella and the panda weren't interested in ordinary food, but they still obediently followed behind Tsykia.

This wasn't because Tsykya was particularly prestigious; they were simply keeping an eye on Tsykya on Anran's behalf to prevent her from causing trouble.

At the entrance to Spiral Mountain, Anran and Derrick encountered guards blocking their way.

"I'm sorry, this is an area where tourists are not allowed to enter."

The Leopardinae that blocked the way was large and imposing, and looked even more majestic in its specially made armor.

The level was as high as An Ran had predicted.

Level 173.

After all, Spiral Mountain is the "Hall of State Affairs" of the Beast Territory.

The lord usually handles many affairs within his territory here.

Anran said with a friendly expression, "We are not tourists, but have come here specifically to see your lord. I am Anran, the prophet of the Cult of the Machine God."

Now that she needs someone's help, it's better for her to be more humble.

That's why Anran didn't directly intrude into Helical Mountain's network system to issue a notice of her upcoming arrival.

"The Cult of Machines"

After carefully considering these words, the guard immediately understood.

"That's the Mechanical God Cult that destroyed the Feathered Civilization!"

Rumors suggest that the Cult of the Machine God is a super power whose strength is no less than that of the Beast Clan.

The guard never expected that the prophet from that superpower would appear before him in this way.

"Wait a moment, I'll report it right away."

When Monet, the lord of the Beast Territory, received the message from his subordinate, he was intently reading an email in front of him.

"The Cult of Machines is safe?"

He raised his head.

They even doubted whether they had heard correctly.

“We checked her appearance and found nothing unusual. In addition, she was accompanied by a strange-looking creature.”

Monet glanced at Derrick, then shook his head: "I don't know him."

"My lord, what should we do now?"

Monet replied, "Take them to the side hall of the conference room."

That building is located somewhere on the "Pearl" at the top of Spiral Mountain.

In a room with a carpet that resembled soft grass, Anran met Monet.

The ears are slightly pointed, but overall they are semi-oval in shape.

The black and white hair on his forehead forms the character "王" (king).

This is clearly a muscular man with a white tiger complexion.

He was brimming with power, and his size was even more bloated than the shrunken Derrick, not to mention compared to Enron, who was at least five times the size of Enron!

“According to the research of the Keming race, this muscle distribution is not reasonable,” Derrick said to Anran in the private channel.

"..."

An Ran forcibly suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

Hey, is this the time to be paying attention to this kind of thing?

Building muscle has probably damaged your brain.

Monet stood there quietly, and as Anran looked him over, he was also looking Anran over.

Is this tiny human, so small that he could swing him like a sword, the biggest beneficiary of the war that destroyed the Feathered Civilization?

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

He spoke first: "What brings you two here?"

An Ran got straight to the point: "I think Lord Monet's time is also very precious, so I won't waste any more words. I heard that the Beast Territory captured four members of the Feathered Civilization a few days ago."

Monet nodded: "That's true, they're still locked up in the dungeon."

"I wonder why Lord Monet wanted to capture them?"

“This seems to have nothing to do with His Excellency Anran,” Monet said.

“That’s true, that’s generally how it is,” An Ran explained. “But after the war with the Feathered Civilization ended, I took in a group of people from the Feathered Civilization.”

"and then?"

An Ran said, "The four people that Lord Monet captured are traitors to the Feathered Civilization. I need them to calm their minds. I came here to make a deal with Lord Monet."

transaction?

Monet's eyes flickered slightly.

If he wasn't mistaken, An Ran should possess the secrets of the Feathered Civilization.

Monet said in a deep voice, "Since it's a transaction, what can Lord Anran offer in exchange?"

"Warships, weapons produced by the Cult of Mechanism, metal, or money."

Monet shook his head and said, "These things are of no use to me."

An Ran paused for a moment. Was Monet preparing to ask for an exorbitant price?

She asked, "What does Lord Monet want?"

"Your Excellency Anran must have gained quite a bit from the war against the Feathered Civilization, right?" Monet said with a smile.

"Not as much as you think."