Chapter 1517: NO.133: Sirius: Where did the person go again?

NO. 133: Sirius: Where did the person go again?

Aomo suspected that the old lady's… that sentence had a hidden meaning, but he didn't have much evidence.

So he could only mess with others.

"Now it's my turn to speak, why am I helping you?"

……

Together they watched the old man's shadow fade away in the shifting light of the flowery lanterns, when the youth suddenly spoke, the man's face froze for a moment, then he silently smiled: "What do you want?"

"This reaction is not bad; it almost makes me wonder if that simple, silent man from earlier was swapped out."

"Do you see it that way?"

"If you have a way to look back yourself, you might as well go see; perhaps after watching you won't be confused about what you're thinking at all."

"It sounds like you already have a way."

"Why should I tell you?"

……

Exactly the same, even the tone is about eighty percent alike; it can almost be concluded that this is a deliberate imitation, spot‑on. Moon Chariot Symbol remained silent about this person's pettiness, yet the possibility of solving the problem is truly hard to ignore.

Anmei District has a poem that goes: "I could have endured darkness if I had never seen light."

That problem, which had been a thorn in the throat all along, could be tolerated or set aside, but once it was truly brought up and there was hope of a solution, even the high priest of the Beast‑Worshipping Sect could not help but feel a stir in his heart.

But that hope happened to be held in that person's hand.

It was held in the hand of the Lord's former incarnation in this universe.

Having once refused to follow the existence that pursued him, he hadn't really expected extradition in this world; he was merely thinking about what benefit to exchange when he suddenly heard the other party say.

"Besides, you do have some demands, so I can tell you a roughly similar solution."

"Roughly?"

As sharp as he was, he instantly realized a problem from those words: "What about the original method? Mother… she said that monster?"

"I recently gave that employee a day off, and I don't want her to be suddenly called in for overtime like me. How about it? As fellow managers, you must understand my good intentions, right?"

One song ends, another begins.

Such a grand stage naturally shouldn't just end with a single song; precisely for that reason it can better conceal a secret conversation and the confrontation between the masked hero and the evil organization.

……

Gazing at that unfamiliar yet youthful face, which might actually be the true visage beneath the armor, the high priest suppressed the urge to insult, merely taking two seconds to adjust his mindset.

"Then what is the method you spoke of?"

He asked while, at almost the same moment as Aomo, glancing toward the direction where the monster card's undulations came from— the dense crowd and the stage's dim lighting obstructed the view, so both could only sense that a battle seemed to be happening there, yet each chose not to intervene.

"Does your world have Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Ltd.?" Aomo asked.

Cunning as he was, although like the Moon Chariot Symbol he couldn't see far with the naked eye, he had the rainbow stone serving as a makeshift 'scout' for his vision.

He couldn't see it from here, but Bi Ze, Qiena, and Xiao Xi each had their own view that could catch a few clues, right?

Although Ling also relied on his strength to evade the fare here, he was likewise listening to a song not far away, seemingly fond of the atmosphere, so he didn't really want to spoil it, and thus used his slightly better vantage point to watch Sirius and the Carrot Hero.

Incidentally, he glanced at the Moon Chariot Symbol's somewhat bewildered expression: "?"

"It seems you think there isn't," he sighed, then immediately asked, "But could it be that it exists and you just don't know?"

The Beast King even has an Ishamara by his side—how could there be no Rhodes Island?

This guy, who leads the Beast King's worship organization himself, how could he not know Rhodes Island?

Is this also part of his brain being broken?

"I can't rule out that possibility," said the Moon Chariot Symbol, who still didn't know what the other party was thinking, earnestly.

"Forget it, not knowing is fine—you can get to know them now. Just go straight to Jiemen Xiqu Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan and visit a musician named Arturo Giallo."

Because of contact with Nishizaki Yutaka, he caught a glimpse of Lo Xia's chat box—that was the chat log left behind when the dimensional quake's transfer device was haunted—naturally, he hadn't reopened it; just seeing Dr. Lo Xia reminded him of Rhodes Island, which then brought to mind those truly skilled individuals, inevitably leading him to think of Federico Giallo's sister.

Using musical art to pull at one's heart, such a compulsive ability had caused quite a bit of trouble before, and it also made Aomo momentarily recall the monster kept by the badger caretaker.

But it's essentially the same thing, different tune, same effect.

But that one has no impression of Rhodes Island at all—clearly the Moon Chariot Symbol, whose memory is damaged, obviously wouldn't know this.

He just asked: "Then what?"

"No need for a 'then'; you'll understand once you go find her. With your deck's strength, wouldn't you still fear possible traps and ambushes?"

"If it's you who set it up…" finally finding a reasonable chance to attack, the Moon Chariot Symbol said indifferently, "These days I can somewhat see the great difference between you and the Lord—it lies in how you're stained with too many human flaws."

"Being able to praise that guy's lack of a physical body and social shortcomings as so noble, you really are a good believer."

Returning the same indifferent tone, Aomo looked at the girls on stage for their next song and waved his hand:

"Alright, stop thinking about irrelevant things; the victim is clearly me, and my decent mood is about to be ruined by you two mother and son."

"It's you who insists on blocking her in front."

"I also have to count you as someone who insists on intervening," Aomo gave a speechless glance at this meddlesome big guy, "Really nitpicking—my subordinate's horse girl winning the championship is a great thing, yet instead of sharing the joy with the horse girl I have to be bothered by you two old folks, I almost want to curse."

Having said that, he simply strode forward—there was plenty of empty space in the rear of the crowd, right?

"You're leaving?"

"I can't be bothered to earn your trust; believe the method or not as you like, and later decide for yourself whether to pay me."

"What if I turn back and don't pay?"

"Then the Speed Symbol really raised a good son."

Aomo, who vanished mid‑step, left before disappearing a line that made the Speed Symbol frown; when he reappeared, it was—just seven meters away.

Just seven meters, yet already a sea of people—this crowding is the difference between heaven and earth.

Without deliberately releasing his aura or suppressing others with force, he simply let himself be pushed back and forth by the crowd calling out, watching the 'idols' on stage, but first he drew a sound‑proof barrier, then asked:

"What's his reaction?"

"He stared at Sirius 6S for a while, then also vanished on the spot." The little black goat on his head faithfully fed back that reckless observation result,

Can you see signs of wavering?

There's a bit, I still feel I don't trust you.

Having some wavering is enough; Miss Aertuoluo can indeed handle his problem, but it could also worsen his already poor physical condition.

We might not get paid, right? Is that okay?

I never expected payment anyway; after all, the answer to his problem is too obvious, different from the month-chi symbol I know. That guy not only lacks extreme killing intent toward the speed symbol, but is even somewhat close.

Big families are really complicated; which step of education went wrong?

"How would I know? I'm not a symbol person, but this also counts as firmly controlling that guy," said Aomo, as a helmet blending into the darkness emerged from his raised hand, "In the coming days, movement will be much easier."

Purple light shone; the voice was low, magnetic, and deep-toned. Yet the little black goat still on his head for some reason kept its indifferent tone:

Just that the theater will suffer, right? Will you still be sought out by that undertaker?

Just a matter of giving advance notice; if Mr. Fedeliko's description of his sister is spot on, I estimate that miss would actually welcome those dangerous audience patients gladly.

Does she still need to thank you for the recommendation?

Not important; what matters now is that club.

After those administrators saw the value of Sirius (YourWorth), will they rush to process the Life Echo Stone into the flute they play?

Then they'll contact Aomo Lindun instead of Boduerduo, right?" the little black goat said coldly.

"Indeed, but that's only if the Carrot Hero-Kusanagi hasn't invaded the sector base." the little black goat said coldly.