About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"I... am quite satisfied with the current situation."

"Me too, Alina."

Orson responded briskly, while Alina shook her head.

"That's not the case, Orson... I'm a little scared. The thought of 'this will be fine' is becoming more and more prominent in my mind. I hope to stay in Che City and become a teacher for the infected children, and no longer pay attention to the actions of the Reunion Movement, Rhodes Island, or any other organization - even though you, Tallulah and the others are all moving forward."

Alina's tone remained calm, but Orson could hear the trembling and confusion in her voice.

It is no exaggeration to say that Alina is the "founder" of the Integration Movement, even earlier than Frost Star and Orson.

Starting from nothing in the North, the Integration Movement now finally has the power to speak to the world, but Alina wants to stop and not move forward.

She was afraid of this thought, afraid that she would be abandoned by everyone as a 'deserter'.

"Alina—we will bless you."

Orson's voice came out, and it was surprisingly reassuring.

"Our goal is the happiness of all infected people. Perhaps everyone has forgotten that you are also infected, right? Your happiness is also the goal of the Integration Movement. If you truly find your destiny... everyone will sincerely offer you their blessings."

"...Is that so? Well, Orson, you would definitely say that and think that way, and everyone else would too. Seriously, you want to be a teacher, but you can't figure out such a simple question."

Hearing Orson's answer, Alina sighed softly.

This is the young man, and this is the "answer" that the integration movement he exists in will definitely give.

This young man could clearly shake the foundation of an entire city-state with just one sentence, but he remained unchanged and remained the silent voice of the North.

Then, you have to respond too.

"Orson, I—"

Boom!

Alina's words were abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door slamming. The man who had played the 'ghost' before rushed in in a panic.

"I'm so sorry! We made a mistake in our guidance and led you two to a room that hadn't been fully decorated yet, and we accidentally locked the door—"

"You mean this isn't part of the haunted house, but a mistake on your part?"

Alina, whose words were interrupted, smiled and asked the man in front of her, and the mechanical arms also made a painful clicking sound.

“Yes, that’s right… Wait, wait a minute, miss, what do you want to do—ghost, ghost ahh ...

Later, the new character "Cyber Silver Hand Deer Head Killer" developed by the Haunted House was well received and became a new popular character in Qicheng.

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After a day of wandering around, Orson returned to the hotel and flipped through the book he had brought back, The Chronicle of Elafia.

[Touching the horns and kissing - this means the woman wants to give birth to the man's offspring, the more the better]

"Ah this..."

Looking at the words on the book in front of him, Orson's face instantly turned into a steam iron.

08.The sharp blade of the regicide

Orson, one of the recognized honorary leaders of the Rhode Island/Integration Movement, is currently on a superb paid leave.

In the first few days, Orson felt very uncomfortable with this "no tasks, no goals" lifestyle, so he had to "force himself to slack off".

Of course, after a few days of vacation, Orson has gradually become accustomed to the kindness of everyone. It is actually quite a nice experience to be able to chat and walk around with friends who have not seen each other for a long time.

The 'old friend' that Orson was going to meet today was the captain of the special forces team who was initially responsible for the 'security company's' integrated movement intelligence interception.

Of course, this 'captain' was later inexplicably pulled over to take over because all the leaders of the city and the Reunion Movement ran to Rhodes Island. He was inexplicably stuffed with a lot of work and inexplicably became the current 'acting' city lord - Miss Lyudmila.

"Kimi-kun Zaima-kun? I came to see you. It's been a while since we last met, hasn't it? —Kimi-kun?"

After getting a permit from the security department, Orson finally entered the office of the acting city lord and called Junjun's name. However, the entire office was almost filled with paper files of various sizes and thicknesses. Orson once thought he had run to the Kalan Snow Mountain. After all, all he saw was a small pure white "snow mountain".

"O...Oson...?"

"Junjun? Where are you? I can't see you—never mind, frequency detection."

Junjun's weak voice came out from the mountain of documents, but this sentence alone was not enough to find her location. Orson simply activated the Originium skill and found Junjun's location in the messy room.

"At least raise your hand to give a hint... Uwaa!? Are you, are you okay, Jun-jun!?"

Orson crossed mountains and rivers and came to the desk that was no longer recognizable as a desk. However, before he could finish greeting Junjun, he was startled by the appearance of Junjun in front of him.

Junjun, leaning on the table, had thick dark circles around his eyes, and the trash can behind him was filled with empty bottles of coffee, nutritional supplements, and sanity liquid. As for Junjun himself, his expression was as if he could ascend to heaven in the next second without any suspicion.

The last time Orson saw a similar mental state was when Kal'tsit concentrated on the operation for more than 70 hours to save herself.

"I'm fine... Long time no see, Orson!"

After noticing the identity of the visitor in front of him, Junjun's black hole-like eyes finally flashed with a glimmer of light.

"It's been a while since we last met... Um, should we go somewhere else to chat?"

Orson had wanted to get closer to rub this "one of the few mascots he could pet on the head," but if he went any further, there wasn't even a place to stand. Confidential documents were scattered like five-nut mooncakes on a shelf.

"Okay, I'll make room for you—the sofa should be over here, right?"

Junjun stood up muttering to himself, and then barely made room for a seat among the pile of documents.

After a while, Junjun and Orson sat on the newly unearthed sofa in the room. Junjun showed a happy expression while pouring coffee grains into the coffee cup frantically. Later, he simply poured caffeine directly into the cup.

"I heard you were on vacation recently, Orsen, but I didn't expect you to come here... What does vacation mean?"

"Ah, I just came over to take a look... Uh, is that really drinkable?"

Orson frowned as he watched Junjun put the honey liquid that was bubbling strangely into his mouth.

"Hmm? It's not bad. Although the effect is much worse than before, it can still be used in an emergency."

"That's not what I meant. It sounds worse!"

"not bad……"

Junjun took off the mask covering his mouth, drank the super strong coffee in one gulp, and showed a satisfied expression.

"I feel like you've really matured a lot, Junjun. You're worthy of being the acting city lord."

Orson said with a sigh.

Apart from the scary dark circles under his eyes, Junjun's appearance has not changed much. He is still "very intimidating at first glance, but if you look closely you will notice that he is a fool."

But just as Zaolu noticed the change in Orson's 'temperament', Orson also noticed the subtle changes in Junjun's demeanor and spirit.

Unlike Lyudmila who was an 'Avenger' when everyone first arrived in Che City, Junjun is no longer bound by hatred and has become much more stable than before.

At least from Zaolu's testimony, Junjun has fallen into the trap much less often.

In reality, Junjun could have walked away from this mess a long time ago, but Junjun chose to continue helping the city, trying to keep this newly reborn city-state running smoothly.

Lyudmila has the blood of a scientist in her body, and this gift allows her to quickly grasp the tricks and rules of anything she learns.

At the beginning, Junjun was really just an unlucky person who was inexplicably dragged here to take over the shift, but as time went by, she is now able to handle most incidents skillfully and easily.

If you ask Junjun if she regrets choosing this path, she will definitely say with a smile:

"These guys are going too far, Orson! Too far! It's fine if I'm here to offer advice on issues like 'Should we build an overpass on Eastern Road?', but they're even coming to me with things like 'There are too many rats in One Soul Shopping Street!' Do you know how I've been getting by all this time?"

At first, Junjun's condition was relatively stable, but she started complaining and her mentality exploded. She then pointed angrily at the calendar hanging on the wall.

"Look at Orson, this is my work plan for this month!"

"Well, this is not bad, I can rest every weekend."

Orson looked at the calendar, where each day off was lovingly marked in blue.

“That’s the weekly work report day!”

If Junjun's resentment could be materialized, the universal wishing machine next door that is oozing black mud would probably call it an expert.

"I-I see... Junjun, it's really not easy for you. Speaking of those red dates, these are usually rest days, right?"

Orson noticed that there were several obvious date marks on the calendar and asked.

"That's the day to go out and catch spies - ha ha ha, this is one of the few pastimes I have."

Junjun showed a somewhat creepy smile. At least when he was in the corporate slave mode, Junjun didn't look like a mascot at all.

"I always feel a little embarrassed..."

Although Junjun's current situation was not directly caused by Orson, the group of people who ran away were all looking for Orson, so in a sense, he could be considered an accomplice.

"It has nothing to do with you, Orson. Besides, I actually wanted to do this myself—though the workload is a bit excessive."

Junjun sighed and slumped limply on the table.

"…It's decided. Let's run away today!"

Orson looked at Junjun who had burned into snow-white ashes and made up his mind.

"Eh?"

Junjun didn't understand what Orson meant for a moment.

"It's literally like that. Run away! And run away without being caught!"

Orson pulled Junjun's hand and stood up, then opened the office door and forcibly took Junjun out of the Qiecheng government office.

"What's going on—the acting mayor has been kidnapped!"

Because Junjun had no travel plans today, and the two of them ran out one after the other, the guard sounded the alarm almost immediately after seeing this scene.

"It's been a while since you've felt this way, hasn't it?"

"Yeah...it reminds me of running around in the castle, dodging those guards."

This unnatural action and the urgency of being chased reminded Lyudmila of her past experiences.

"Ms. Acting Mayor! You still have a lot of work to do, you can't--"

"I'm your acting mayor today!"

Orson interrupted the guards and sprinted towards the end of the corridor.

"Hmm, it looks like there's a dead end ahead—!"

Because he was unfamiliar with the environment, Orson accidentally walked into a dead end.

"But it doesn't matter, Junjun! Today we will definitely be able to--"

"Whoosh!"

Before Orson could finish his words, Junjun disappeared in an instant.

"Found it, the intruder is here!!"

A large group of guards rushed over and blocked Orson, who had no teleportation ability, at the end.

"...Ah, I...I surrender."

Orson looked at the wall behind him, looked at the air that originally belonged to Junjun, looked at the guards in front of him, and then made a surrender throw.

No, the hero comes to rescue the princess (referring to the mascot Junjun) who is imprisoned by the dragon (referring to 007's bloody overtime), so why does the princess run away on her own in the end, and the hero is thrown into prison?!

Orson couldn't understand.

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Inside Chernobyl People's Prison No. 1, several prisoners gathered together and chatted to pass the time.

"Xdm, how did everyone get detained?"

Orson, who had been to the police station in Longmen many times, was already familiar with the situation. He asked the other people questions to liven up the atmosphere.

"At Eno Little Angel's concert, I liberated myself, embraced my true nature, and released all the constraints that bound me in becoming human. Because my actions touched upon the very root of human nature, I was arrested and imprisoned for two weeks."

"speak English?"

"I streaked at a concert."

"That's disgusting! But it's different for me."

The second prisoner puffed out his chest and looked like a high school student.

"I'm an active member of the art club at Peterheim Middle School. I was arrested for drawing a yuri fanfiction about Natalia the City Lord and Sonia-san!"

"You did a great job, you did a great job!"