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Kanroji Mitsuri focused almost all of her attention on Shajin, especially her eyes. She had never seen such beautiful and special eyes before. It was simply...

"Didn't you notice that there's something special about Mr. Gold Dust's eyes? They're almost glowing!!" Her face suddenly turned red, and her pink-green pigtails swung back and forth with her excitement.

Tomioka Giyuu had appeared in the corridor at some point, commenting expressionlessly, "It's indeed very special... Extremely dangerous, even more oppressive than a demon."

"Ah, Mr. Tomioka actually has an opinion~" Shinobu Kocho chuckled behind her sleeve, "But it's true, Mr. Sagami's eyes are like a venomous snake eager to devour its prey. Oh, wait..." Shinobu Kocho suddenly thought of something, "Ms. Huang Quan and Xing have met in a dream, so they are acquaintances. Could it be that she saw Xing being overpowered by Sagami and came here to help her out?"

"That makes sense, and it's certainly in line with the Sea Ranger's style." Mist Pillar nodded. "Although Gold Sand appears assertive, she's ultimately just a high-level executive at a company, and doesn't hold much power. As a Sea Ranger, Huang Quan's abilities... have all been witnessed by everyone."

When talking about "having seen it before", everyone fell silent at the same time. To be honest, they didn't see clearly how Huang Quan drew the sword.

That woman...can't be stronger than Jingliu?

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"…your room?" Shajin was a bit confused.

"Huang Quan didn't say anything either, he just stared at him silently."

"The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense."

“…”

After a long silence, Gold Sand finally spoke, praising Xing, "…You're amazing, my friend. You've only been at Pinocchio for a short time, and you've already figured out how to invite people in."

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to remind you—this place is full of bad people, and there are a lot of people with bad intentions. Remember to be careful, like... remember to close the door."

"After saying that, Gold Sand left the room."

"Now only Xing and Huang Quan were left in the room. After staring at each other in silence for a long moment, Huang Quan asked curiously, "...Why haven't you left yet?"

""…ah?""

Huang Quan was puzzled by Xing's reaction and lowered his head to think, "...Did I go to the wrong place? This shouldn't be the case. I double-checked the room number before disturbing you..."

"Is it the wing area... No, the building number is wrong too? Sorry, this hotel is huge, and the corridors are all very similar. If you're not careful, you'll get lost..."

"Having said that, Huang Quan was about to return to her room, but before leaving, she had one more question, a question that might seem rude or strange to Xing."

“…Have we met somewhere before?”

"Maybe it was a dream..." Xing vaguely remembered what the dream looked like."

Huang Quan raised his head as if in a state of sudden realization. “…Yes, it was a dream. I had a dream on the way here, and I seemed to see you in that dream… and a thought flashed through my mind…”

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Harry Potter.

In the Transfiguration classroom, the afternoon sun slanted in through the high windows, making the flying dust glitter. Professor McGonagall was tapping the blackboard with her pointer, explaining the key points of how to transform a hedgehog into a pincushion, her sharp eyes darting around the room.

Harry held the textbook upright in front of him and pretended to concentrate on taking notes, but in fact his eyes were always glancing at the ceiling - on the sky, Huang Quan and Xing met again, but she seemed to have no impression of it.

"Hermione." Harry lowered his voice and moved closer. "Does her memory... remind you of anyone?"

"Who?" Hermione bit the end of her quill, frowning. "I don't think she looks like anyone. Harry, do you mean...she was hit by something like the Oblivion Charm?"

"Do you remember the Universal Locust Plague?" Harry said excitedly, accidentally raising his voice, "The self-destructor! The leader of the army! He only has a memory of three days, maybe it's the same as Huangquan-"

"Mr. Potter!"

Professor McGonagall's voice crashed down like a thunderbolt. Harry sat up with a start, and his textbook clattered onto the table. The whole class turned around, and Ron kicked him under the table.

"It seems you've mastered the hedgehog transformation technique to perfection." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, her eyes flashing dangerously behind the lenses. "Why don't you come up and demonstrate it for us?"

Harry blushed and walked slowly towards the podium. As he stood up, Hermione beside him whispered quickly, "The key point is on the hedgehog's back! Harry! Don't rush it!"

Professor McGonagall handed him a shivering hedgehog, "Begin, Mr. Potter."

Harry raised his wand and took a deep breath. "Uh... Transfiguration Spell?"

There was a flash of blue light, and the hedgehog was indeed transformed into a pincushion—only a spiky one, looking even more dangerous than before his transformation.

Some people in the audience couldn't help but burst out laughing, and Professor McGonagall glared at them sternly.

"It seems some of the students have their minds set on the sky," she said coldly. "You'll be kept in school tonight, Mr. Potter, and you'll have to practice until you can conjure a passable pincushion."

Harry returned to his seat dejectedly, and Ron patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Harry, I've just been thinking about this, and I think what you said makes a lot of sense." Hermione came over immediately, lowering her voice as she showed Harry the conclusion she had written on the parchment. "Perhaps Miss Huang Quan is really related to the Self-Destroyer, but the question is, can the Self-Destroyer become a Sea Ranger?"

Harry was about to answer when Professor McGonagall's voice rang out again, "Miss Granger! Would you like to come up and demonstrate as well?"

Hermione's face suddenly turned red and she immediately covered her mouth.

Chapter 323: Pinocchio (12)

Huang Quan admitted her memory wasn't very good. After briefly introducing herself, she prepared to leave. But before she left, she offered a piece of advice: "There are those who possess unwavering resolve and conviction, yet have no intention of using them for good. And on that gentleman's face, I saw a familiar expression."

"If you have a sword, you'll use it to cut something. And a gambler, facing a complete loss, will burn his boats and risk everything... That's all I can say. In the end, we should meet again soon."

"After saying this, Huang Quan turned around and went back."

"Xing looked at the direction she left, and felt that there was a strange feeling just now..."

"But it doesn't matter. Even though it was a rollercoaster, at least I can sleep normally now... huh?"

"Xing saw Huang Quan and turned back."

“…”

"Xing: "Reunion comes so quickly."

"Hmm..." Huang Quan was trying to decide her words, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. She was silent for a long time before she slowly spoke: "Excuse me, could you tell me how to get back to the lobby? The corridors around here are so similar..."

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Honkai Impact 3rd.

“Hahahahahaha!”

Kiana suddenly burst into laughter on the sofa, clutching her belly. Her silver twintails swung as she moved. "Mei, look, that 'you' actually got lost!" She pointed at Yomi, who had returned to the star room in the sky, and laughed until tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. "So Mei's counterpart has this adorable side too?"

Mei Yi's forehead showed a small well-shaped expression: "Kiana... I have said many times, that is Miss Huang Quan, not me."

She sighed helplessly and reached out to hold down the white-haired ball that was still twisting and turning on the sofa.

Jizi held her coffee cup and watched the interaction between the two girls with amusement: "But seriously, Miss Huang Quan's memory... It's hard to imagine how she traveled alone during those years as a sea patrol ranger."

"Maybe there are companions of the Sea Rangers?" Kiana suddenly had an idea. "Ah! That's right! I had a question earlier! The family is currently inviting various factions to visit Pinocchio. It seems that these invited people are all quite famous, right?"

"The train crew of [Exploration], the company of [Preservation], the Duke of Hellfire of [Destruction], the Sea Rangers of [Hunting]... And the fact that Miss Huangquan represented the entire Sea Rangers in coming to Pinocchio doesn't mean that she's quite famous among the Rangers as well."

Ji Zi nodded in agreement. "It's possible. The sword move Miss Huang Quan displayed in her dream was enough to prove her extraordinary strength. I'm afraid she is one of the strongest among all the Sea Patrol Rangers."

"Ah! It's Mei as expected! So amazing!" Kiana suddenly turned over and sat up, hugging Mei's neck.

"Kiana, Kiana! What are you suddenly saying?" Mei's face turned red instantly, and she tried to push Kiana away in a panic, but was entangled by her like an octopus.

"——That's Miss Huang Quan! It's not me!"

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"After sending Huangquan away, you lay down in the center of the Dreaming Pool. The icy liquid covered her waist. A soft female voice whispered in her ear, accompanied by the ringing of evening bells, the rustling of the wasteland on the wild wind, and the recitatives of robins, seagulls, swans, and ravens..."

"A gentle female voice rippled in my ears like water waves. Xing felt my thoughts gradually transform into countless crystal bubbles, floating lightly in the void. Each bubble reflected a different light and shadow—"

“Mikhail…”

"A tearful voice suddenly called out, choked with sobs and sorrow: '...Come back.'"

"Bubbles began to burst one after another, and Xing felt herself plummeting. The image of the library was stretched into distorted ribbons of color, and the whales fled in panic. The one crying grew farther and farther away, until she vanished."

"..."

Elsewhere, Gold Sand returned to her room and looked at the unhappy professor. "What's wrong, Latio? Stop looking so gloomy... Hey, I just noticed, where's that handsome plaster head of yours?"

Latio didn't bother joking with him and said seriously, "You're late by a full four minutes and sixteen seconds. You'd better use this time to solve the mystery of Achieveri's fall—if not, then I would advise you not to bother the Nameless Guest."

-

Fullmetal Alchemist.

Roy Mustang propped his chin up, his combat boots casually resting on his desk. "Interesting," he stared at the arguing Gold Dust and Latio in the skylight. "The Interstellar Peace Company actually sent these two people with completely opposite personalities to work together. Aren't they afraid that they'll hinder each other in dealing with the Pinocchio issue?"

Lieutenant Lisa Hawkeye neatly placed a stack of documents in front of him and slapped off his boots. "Colonel, please maintain basic military etiquette."

"Don't be so serious." Roy chuckled and snapped his fingers. "I bet within three days, this gambler named Gold Dust will drive the professor crazy."

"If Shajin were an idiot like you, it probably wouldn't take three days. But the problem is... Shajin isn't," Lisa said calmly. "The company's arrangement isn't completely unreasonable. To me, it proves at least one thing."

"Oh?"

"As a gambler, he's very likely someone who will do anything to achieve his goals. These means could very well include risking his own life, the company's reputation, and so on... The company sent him here because they both recognize his methods and are wary of them."

Roy rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Fear? Unlikely. He's very powerful, but there are still P46 and P47 diamonds above him."

"This is just my guess." Lisa spread her hands. "To me, Gold Dust is like a wild horse that's unruly yet explosive. He needs a rein—and Mr. Latio, as a leader of the Society of Knowledge, is undoubtedly the best rein. When the horse is running wild, someone has to pull him back at the right time to prevent him from losing his mind and falling off the cliff."

-

Gold Dust laughed. "Looking for trouble? Even you say that? No one believes I really just want to make friends with them?"

Latio snorted coldly, "Noisy people don't make friends. A little trivia: the Attini peacock has one of the most unpleasant voices in the universe, and your outfit is just like a flamboyant peacock..."

"…It seems this peacock's feathers have been plucked out—was its luggage confiscated by the family?"

Shajin shrugged a bit aggrievedly. "Well, that man in the gray suit took all the gifts and the box containing the [Foundation Stone]... Hmm? Where are you going?"

Latio paused at the door, then turned slightly and said, "Let's go home and tell the company that some idiot messed up everything."

Chapter 324: Pinocchio (Thirteen)

"It's just a few rocks. Why are you so pessimistic? What if they're gone?" Shajin shrugged nonchalantly.

"Without that Aventurine, you're just a Tsyganan slave sentenced to death by the company—or is that the Product Code around your neck also a gift from the Amber King?"

"Before Latio finished speaking, the smile on Gold Sand's face disappeared."

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment. His smile quickly returned, even brighter than before. "...Oh, yes, that's humorous! It seems our learned friend has prepared his lessons well."

-

Teyvat.

The clouds on Mount Aozang were floating gently. Three immortals were gathered around a stone table, looking at the scene in the sky.

Gold Sand's attitude surprised True Lord Xieyue Zhuyang. "This young man is quite composed. Even after being humiliated by Latio, he can still smile."

True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng snorted softly, tapping the rim of his teacup with his fingertips. "Haha, Xieyue, don't underestimate the leaders of P45. They're elites selected from countless planets. Don't underestimate their youth; their character is naturally impeccable." She narrowed her eyes. "But that 'Aventurine'..."

Lishui Dieshan Zhenjun looked at her in confusion: "What's going on?"

"It sounds like a treasure of immense importance to the company, one that could even determine the fate of a P45 executive. But if it's so important, why isn't it carefully safeguarded? Instead, why was the gold dust taken to Pinocchio?" Liu Yun pondered. "Pinocchio's situation is complicated right now. The watchmaker's legacy, family secrets, and friction between various factions... It doesn't seem like it's being kept safe, but rather..."

"fishing."

Xie Yue suddenly said.

Liu Yun glanced at him and said, "You are quite direct."

"Using something this important for fishing? Would the company be willing to do that?" Lishui Dieshan Zhenjun's eyes widened. If the aventurine was truly as important as they suspected, then it was undoubtedly a gamble with the life of a P45-level senior leader.

"Whether the company is willing to give it up is not important..." Liu Yun chuckled, "As long as they are willing to give up the gold dust, that's fine."

-

"This is my job. How else can a gambler help the company regain Pinocchio?"

Gold Dust smiled confidently, "Don't worry, Professor. I have plenty of solutions. The family is afraid the company will cause trouble, so they're constantly confronting it... Maybe Pinocchio was a conspiracy of Tongxie from the beginning."

"If you ask me, that invitation was a self-directed sham. Perhaps they were planning something outrageous at the Harmony Festival..." Gold Sand said slowly, "...or perhaps someone else invited them, but they acquiesced, hoping to use their trick to stage a bigger one. It doesn't matter. Whether it's the family or the Watchmaker's Legacy, as long as I can use it for my own benefit, that's all that matters."

"Let's get to the point. What's the solution?" Latio asked sternly.

"There's no need to be so explicit now—it's not time to reveal your cards yet."

Latio uttered a tsk. "Damn gambler! Cooperation requires mutual trust—isn't that part of the Tsyganian preschool education?"

"So do you trust me?" Gold Dust asked with a smile.

"--It depends on your attitude."

Shajin spread his hands and said, "So you don't trust me either, isn't that enough? Also, I'm uneducated, and my parents didn't teach me this either—unfortunately, they passed away before they had the chance to teach me."