I traveled through Genshin Impact, and there was a chat group.

"Want to try some? It's delicious."

"no thank you."

Someone like Sivir, whose combat prowess relies on technology, would probably have their teeth knocked out if you took a bite of her.

Chapter 72 Scarface: Oh no, Kazdel is doomed!

"...Remember to call me next time you have afternoon tea."

Sivir waved and walked out of the Sandogne workshop with Capitano.

"Compared to other executives, this guy is surprisingly easy to get along with."

Rosalind rested her face in her hands and looked at Sandoni as she spoke.

Sandoni rolled his eyes.

"Ha, easy to get along with? Just because you're easy to get along with means you can touch my things as you please!"

"Sandonie~ Can I eat it?"

Columbia pointed to the cold tofu pudding in front of Sandone.

"Can't!"

"Oh."

Columbia sat back down.

"Tsk."

She pushed the tofu pudding in front of Columbia.

Columbia immediately picked it up and ran to Sandoni's side.

“Come on, Sandone, open your mouth, I’ll feed you.”

"Columbia!!!"

Capitano held a map and carefully compared the locations on it.

"That's right, this is the place, Sivir, the place the rooster arranged for you."

He pointed to a villa next door: "That's Dotole's house, want to go take a look?"

A look of surprise flashed in Sivir's eyes.

"So close?"

Capitano nodded.

Sivir's house was arranged by the rooster near Dotole.

Dotole's experiments have been a bit too much lately, and Puccinella probably wants Sivir to curb Dotole's momentum to prevent him from continuing to blow up houses.

"Forget it, let's not go look. Shall we come in and warm ourselves by the fire?"

Sivir opened the door and pointed inside.

Capitano put away the map.

Yeah.

Dotore, who had just been beaten up by Piero, felt like the sky was falling when he saw Sivir walk into the house next to his.

There's a laboratory under his house, it's a real shame to just give it up.

But living so close to Sylvia, who knows, maybe one day this guy will take a dislike to me and blow up all my things.

While hiding, Dotole watched Sivir warming herself by the fire with Capitano and made a decision in his heart.

No, we have to move.

It's no longer safe to stay in Winter City.

If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

……

Terra.

Vishdel truly lives up to his reputation as a Sarkaz who spent several years in Kazdel.

Although Vishdale is still young, and looks even younger than Lu Mingfei, she has a good sense of direction.

The doctor's eyes gleamed with gold as he looked at Vishdel, who seemed to have gained a little weight in the passenger seat, and nodded in satisfaction.

She's actually quite cute when she's chubby.

This guy really doesn't have much knowledge.

"See that house up ahead? Let's... drive right there!"

Perhaps not wanting to leave a bad impression on the Doctor, Vishdale swallowed back the curse that was about to come out!

"So that's what you meant by... Scar Mall?"

"Yes! Under that house."

A lone building stands on the Gobi Desert, with quite a few Sarkaz people going in and out.

That house is quite large.

The Doctor originally wanted to see if anyone could repair Rhodes Island here, but after seeing the state of the place, the Doctor gave up on that idea.

The Sarkaz cannot repair Rhodes Island.

We don't have that technology.

They don't have that kind of ability.

Let's just consider it as a chance to look at this land.

"Sit tight."

The doctor floored the accelerator, and the old car immediately accelerated slightly.

Vishdale sat back down obediently, took out a meat bun, and started eating it.

"Doctor...doesn't your car need fixing? It feels like you, looking young but like an old man."

"Tsk."

The professor curled his lip.

Vishdale is actually quite cute now, it's just a shame he has an extra mouth.

What's wrong with the old man? What did he do to offend you?!

Upon hearing the doctor's voice, Vishdel's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly tried to cover it up.

"What I mean is, how about we get the car repaired at the ScarAway shopping mall..."

She racked her brains, trying to find a way out.

But with his pitiful literary skills, he couldn't come up with a good reason.

The doctor glanced at Vishdel, his tone slightly teasing.

"Are you... worried that I'll lose you?!"

Vishdel raised his head.

She saw the teasing look in the doctor's eyes, and then blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sarkaz profanity? Who cares about that!"

Vishdel has been breached.

The doctor burst into laughter.

The two arrived at the house and, in front of the rest of the Sarkaz, put the car into the chat group.

Terra is home to many strange Originium Arts. Upon witnessing such a wondrous scene, the group merely raised an eyebrow and declared the Doctor someone not to be trifled with.

The doctor took Wischdale's hand without a second thought.

"You're still young, hold on tight to me, don't get lost."

"I think you should be the one who's worried!"

Vishdale struggled symbolically for a moment, then gripped even tighter.

The doctor suddenly stopped and glanced at Vishdel's little hand.

"Why have you stopped?"

Vishdel stared blankly at the doctor.

"nothing."

The doctor turned his head away, feeling the stinging sensation in his palm.

Damn it, how can Vishdel have such a strong grip?!

Thank goodness I've been constantly improving my physical fitness, otherwise my hand bones would have been crushed by Vishdel just now!

You can't show any weakness in front of such a young child!

Otherwise, this brilliant idea would truly be ruined!

Fortunately, the stinging sensation wasn't strong and was still bearable.

The two strolled leisurely into the Scar Shop.

The Cyclops Scar Eye, the owner of the Scar Mall.

The entire mall was essentially a mercenary market. He established rules there, and Scar Mall became a safe haven for the wandering Sarkaz.

Although one can only find a moment of peace here.

As usual, he stood on the second floor, watching the Sarkaz coming and going below, watching the old mercenary groups recruit new members, and watching several new mercenary groups be established.

Suddenly, a white-haired Sarkaz girl caught his attention.

The girl's gaze never left the person holding her hand, and in her eyes...