Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

The final result is——

Her clothes were a little messy, there were some red marks on her cheeks, and even the pigtails hanging from her temples were loose, as if Wendy had been severely raped by a nymphomaniac older sister.

At this time, Clara had been blinded by Swarovski to prevent her from being exposed to bad things too early.

No matter how Clara asked what it was specifically, Swarovski would not tell her, but only said that it was too early for Clara to know such information.

Even the two girls who created this effect themselves couldn't help but blush, their minds full of things of the color of earth marrow.

So, with Xier carrying Wendy and Pella leading the way.

The three of them arrived safely outside Krippenburg in the evening, while Clara and Swarlow lay in hiding for the time being, waiting for the opportunity to pick them up.

Wendy was thrown into prison by Pella in an extremely skilled manner while she was still unconscious. The guards even mistook Wendy for a woman and locked her up in the same cell because she was an accomplice of Shiluwa.

As Shiluwa looked surprised, the tied-up Wendy crawled to her side like a cat or bug, grinning.

"Oh, we meet again. Big Sister Shiluwa——"

"Wen, Wendy?! How did you get caught here too? And, looking at you like this, wow... I'm so sorry for you, for causing you so much pain."

"Hey, there's no need to be so sad. Coming back here is like going home to me."

"Don't make such heartbreaking jokes at a time like this. Who brought you here? When I get out, I'll definitely help you get back at your wits' end."

Shiluwa straightened Wendy's tilted hat and asked with a hint of curiosity.

"You won't believe it. It was Pera who did it—"

"Ah? I was also captured by my brother."

"How could this situation be so similar?"

"Who says it isn't? Being sent to jail by the people closest to you on the same day is truly a rare experience."

Chapter 79 You are right, sir.

—In the hall of Krippenburg.

Cocolia had a blank expression on her face, her left hand resting against the side of her face, looking casual yet with a hint of oppression that could not be disobeyed.

She looked at the little intelligence officer who was trembling like a quail, with mockery and ridicule in her heart.

"...So, do you think this will earn me forgiveness? Intelligence Officer Pelageya—"

"I dare not ask for your forgiveness, my lord."

"Haha. You can be bolder, Intelligence Officer Pella. You don't mind me calling you that, do you?"

"It's my pleasure."

Pera lowered her head, trying her best to appear flattered.

And after a moment of silence, Cocolia smiled with some appreciation.

"Very good. I often tell Bronya to learn to be tolerant of others. Especially for those who know when to advance and when to retreat and are sensible, I never hesitate to give them a second chance."

She changed her originally distant posture and instead folded her hands under her chin, looking at her with a clear attitude of superiority.

"I think you will make good use of it, right?"

"I will definitely do my best to help you share your worries."

"That's a pretty standard answer. Officer Pella, this reminds me of when I first interviewed you. You were the one who most appealed to me. Whether it's your talent or your keen eye for detail, you're far superior to your peers."

"You're overdoing it. I'm just doing what I should do."

Pera forced a smile.

Cocolia narrowed her eyes, looked at her for a moment, and then spoke "gently".

"Very good. I hope you can keep this in mind. After all, opportunities are opportunities precisely because they are time-sensitive and unique. Once you miss it, you're truly missed."

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's simple. Use your talents and investigate that person named Xi'er."

The report submitted by Cocolia also mentioned that the credit was not only due to Pera.

In fact, at this point she should have kicked out the intelligence officer who came here with such a shamelessness, but when she saw the self-narration of this Xier.

She showed a hint of interest.

"I come from the lower class, and my goal is to be the leader of the Iron Guard."

Although it is very brief, it reveals a lot of information. More importantly,

Cocolia looked with interest at Bronya, who was standing aside, silent and looking particularly gloomy.

"I think she's a good candidate for the Iron Guard. At least, judging by her performance, her strength truly amazes me. Not only was she able to suppress Officer Jeppard with such a simple weapon, but that wasn't even her full strength. It's hard to believe she's only about your age, Bronya."

"..."

In response, Bronya did not answer her, but continued to look straight at Pera, as if she turned a deaf ear to her words.

This made Cocolia's eyes show a hint of displeasure, but she quickly hid it and just pretended not to care and spoke again.

"However, having excellent qualifications and lofty ambitions is a good thing. But if she has other intentions, then we should also demonstrate the hospitality of the Iron Guard."

As Pera looked thoughtful, Cocolia waved her hand gently.

"I need you to collect all the information about her during this period and submit it to me. After that, I will allow you to stay here instead of counting stars with your dear sister in prison."

"……learn."

Pyrrha bowed her head deeply, her tone solemn.

"Go down."

After letting Pera retreat like shooing away a fly.

Cocolia looked at the distraught Bronya again, with a mocking arc on her lips.

"It seems your so-called friend isn't as reliable as you thought. At least, I thought he could hide a little longer, but he turned out to be so despicable. He's even worse than the bigger reptiles, which at least know how to hide in dark and damp corners—"

"..."

Bronya did not respond to Cocolia's ridicule, but turned her head to look the other way.

This made Cocolia's originally cheerful mood suddenly stagnate, just like a fishbone stuck in her throat.

She had a cold face and her words were as sharp as a knife.

"Do you think you're rebelling against me by not answering?"

"I just have nothing to say to you."

Bronya crossed her arms, turned her head to look at her unfamiliar mother, and spoke with a hint of alienation.

"If you think you can break my will by doing this, then just do it—"

"Do you really think I'm afraid to get rid of those two people? Or do you think these so-called friends are just objects that can be replaced at any time?"

Cocolia actually hoped that Bronya was like this, at least that would mean that the two of them would not end up in the disagreement they have now.

Unfortunately, the only person who responded to her was Bronya, who became more and more venomous.

"I truly admire you for saying this. Should I say you are truly worthy of being my mother?"

"..."

Cocolia didn't know how to answer for a moment.

However, she didn't need to rush to argue with Bronya. It was too easy to make her look submissive.

But what she really wants to do is to crush Bronya's will to resist and make her become her obedient and well-behaved daughter again.

The child who always looked up to her and longed to be with her when she was young, instead of the rebellious, arrogant and unambitious child she is now.

"You are absolutely right. We do have a certain tacit understanding between mother and daughter. Therefore, I also know exactly what you fear most."

Cocolia stood up and walked to Bronya.

She gently stroked her cheek again, and the eyes that always showed attachment and trust in her in the past disappeared, replaced by a kind of unwilling and unpleasant look that seemed destined to rebel.

"Come on—don't keep your friend waiting. I'm sure he'll be eager to see you and ask what's the matter."

And Bronya once again showed that irritating look of pity, as if looking at something stupid.

What on earth was she so sure of?

Or does she really believe that reality will be just like what is portrayed in the story, where people sing about love, courage, and friendship, and then move forward triumphantly, defeat the devil, and have a happy and fulfilling ending?

In Beloberg, even children wouldn't read stories like this.

This is a sad city that seems to be frozen in the past by ice and snow, and everything about it is incomplete.

Those meaningless persistence, those self-righteous resistance, those stupid and disgusting beliefs...

Whatever Bronya was insisting on, her resistance would ultimately be worthless.

Just treat it as a final indulgence of my daughter's little willfulness, and let her see how this drama will end.

The book club has been created.

The name is Wendy's Chatterbox.

QQ group number: 369886705

The answer to joining the group is Wendy.

Even though it’s a small group of maybe a dozen people at most, it’s still considered “popular” after all, right?

If you want to urge updates, chat, play games, etc., you can add me.

——Hey, hey——

Also, if anyone plays Bengtie, you can add the UID number after my group name.

Usually I just do some mutual aid stuff.

Chapter 80: Destined Meeting

So, before it got dark, Cocolia took Bronya to Beloberg's prison.

Prepare to "accept" the results achieved today.

After all, because the two were caught so quickly, she actually thought that the cat-and-mouse game could continue for a few more days to cultivate public sentiment.

This is the only way to achieve the greatest results, especially when Bronya sees that the people she wants to protect so much are so ignorant and stupid. I believe she will give up her narrow-minded thinking and realize that everything she does is the right thing to do with a clear conscience.

But unfortunately, as soon as the two issued the notice, they were arrested on the same day.

This is certainly refreshing, but it ultimately lacks the process of accumulating emotions and then exploding them.

Whether it is the level of discussion or the fluctuations in public sentiment, it is still far from achieving the effect she wants.

Not to mention that Bronya still looks so indifferent.

This made Cocolia doubt whether she had misjudged something, but it was not a wasted effort since she could take this opportunity to solve the obstacles that blocked the city's path to the new world.

Anyway, she has plenty of opportunities to slowly train Bronya, and it would be a good idea to temper her character.

However, in front of the prison guarded by the Iron Guards, she saw Guard Officer Jeppard, who should not have been there at this time.

This made Cocolia subconsciously raise her head arrogantly, with a hint of displeasure in her tone.

"Guard Officer Jeppard, I think you should be somewhere more needed right now, rather than staying in such a sensitive and unpleasant position."

"...I'm deeply sorry, Lord Guardian. As you said, I should be at my post right now, but after an urgent discussion within the family, the elders hope that I can clarify the misunderstanding with you as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary internal friction—"