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Qiong felt no anger at the assassination of Tirispius, as it was something he had expected.
Qiong took the hands of the two red-haired beauties and led them back to the courtyard through the Anywhere Door.
"But there are still refugees..."
The warm touch dispelled the chill in Titi and Tizhou's hearts, but they quickly realized something and said in unison.
"Leave the easy stuff to me."
To be honest, Qiong wasn't too concerned about the disaster at Onpharos; she had a mindset somewhat similar to when she was testing a simulated universe.
It's hard to say whether the ordinary people here can be considered NPCs.
Even if these 99% of super AIs were treated as real people, it would be impossible for them to spend 28 hours a day revolving around refugees and going around rescuing them.
However, since Tirispyos brought it up, Sora wouldn't refuse to lend a helping hand.
After informing March 7th and Xia Die, Qiong closed the Anywhere Door.
It took more than an hour to disperse the refugee groups that Tirispeius had found to the prosperous and hospitable city-states.
In this era, small countries simply do not have the capacity to accept large numbers of refugees.
It would be a good thing for the refugees to extradite all of them to the Frankish Kingdom, just as Tirispius did.
But for the residents of small countries, this is not good news.
“Janus above, you have actually responded! Praise be to your mercy and compassion!”
"I knew it, you never abandoned us!"
The demigoddess who inherited Janus's fire, the Saintess, watched the devout believers kneeling and worshipping the sky with fervor, and fell into deep silence.
I am Janus's true successor!
"Oh dear, how could I possibly accept this?"
Qiong looked at the refugee believers who were kneeling around her, making offerings, and didn't take any money. She just picked out some fruits and vegetables for dinner.
The door closed, leaving behind a wave of fervent faith.
"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."
Once again, Qiong opened the gates to the Golden Garden.
Golden Courtyard is the name that Qiong gave to this large courtyard.
After all, it's where the members of the Firemoth live.
What name could be more fitting than this?
The courtyard is built against the mountain and has an elegant style.
The first floor is an enclosed stone courtyard, paved with light gray flagstones, scattered with orange and pink flower petals, and furnished with comfortable cushions and a fruit table.
The second floor features an arcade balcony surrounding the courtyard, with colonnades supporting pointed arches, terracotta pots displaying flowers, and ivy cascading down from the roof.
Comfortable rooms are located on both the third and first floors.
It's worth mentioning the courtyard's location.
The Northern Empire, the borders of Hyperion.
The political environment of the Hyperion Empire is in a mess, and it seems likely to split up and start a civil war soon.
However, as long as the flames of war don't reach the courtyard gate, Qiong is too lazy to care about those trivial matters.
Unfortunately, it was impossible to take the Golden Courtyard along with its foundation; otherwise, Qiong would have moved the courtyard to the south to find a place where it was spring-like all year round.
These trivial matters can be postponed for now.
"Oh, Qiong, do we have guests at home?"
Stepping through the portal back into her familiar and comforting environment, Tirispius stretched and let out a long sigh.
The melancholy and exhaustion that had accumulated in my heart over the past few days seemed to be exhaled with this breath.
Then, Tirispius saw that in the courtyard, besides the quiet butterfly, there were two unfamiliar figures.
"They're not guests, they're future colleagues. Come, let me introduce them properly."
Qiong chuckled and corrected him, pointing to one of them.
"This is the siren princess, the golden descendant of the sea, Hazel."
"what?"
Tirispius and Tiju were both stunned.
The golden offspring of the ocean?
She's also the siren's princess!
They've only been gone a few days?
Four days!
They faced setbacks everywhere they went, without a single supporter.
How did Qiong find another Golden Descendant in such a short time?
She felt that Qiong's travels were more efficient than her diligent efforts.
Is that correct?
"Hello, Redfin Fish."
Heather nodded gracefully in greeting, her voice ethereal and melodious.
Qiong had already introduced Tirispius to her beforehand.
"Red...red-mouthed fish?"
What a strange name.
Despite her surprise, Tirispius returned the greeting politely, then turned her gaze to another person.
A beautiful girl with contrasting short hair, a striking combination of light flaxen gold and chestnut brown, and very unusual clothing.
He wore a classic-tailored brown suit inlaid with cold metal components, and a peculiar top hat with similar metal decorations.
The eyes, tinged with silver, contained shapes resembling those of medicine.
"Is this person also a member of the Golden Clan?"
Let alone finding two Golden Descendants in a few days.
Tirisfal's mentality will collapse.
"Oh, she's not a member of the Golden Clan, but she's not an ordinary person either."
Qiong introduced with a smile.
"This is your mentor for the next period of time, Wilvi."
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Volume 1: Chapter 828 Teacher Virvi
three days ago.
After Qiong recorded precious historical footage of the early members of the Fire Moth dancing in the square, he found an opportunity that night to release Velvet from the Valkyrie Space.
two days ago.
"Welcome! Enjoy an exclusive magic show by Velvi, the greatest magician of the Twilight Era and the creator of all escape techniques."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please open your eyes wide and hold your breath—"
A stage set up by one person—well, it's so rudimentary it hardly qualifies as a stage.
It was more like a temporary clearing in the city square. But this did not dampen the strange girl's enthusiasm for performing.
"Magic Skills~"
The character card grants Qiong Weiwei abilities and some basic physiological characteristics.
This refers to the special abilities she possesses after fusing with the super-mutant factor to become a fusion warrior.
As for those alternate personalities, Qiong naturally doesn't have them.
But this is a minor issue for Qiong.
The mental state of the Masked Fool is well known.
Like fireworks, one can split into different personalities to perform a solo act—what a healthy mental state!
When Kyō was eating at the banquet, he was seated at the same table as Hanabi.
According to conventional psychopathological standards, he would now be considered to have moderate schizophrenia.
You can easily create eight Personas corresponding to different characters in the game, and then wear them in rotation.
Onpharos is a medieval civilization. Using special abilities and the physical guidance of a great magician, Kyon performs some novel magic tricks of the next generation.
The masterful visual illusion provided the locals of Onfaros with a novel and exciting experience that elicited gasps of amazement.
"Wow, there's a magic show here? Aren't the people of Onphalus all singers and dancers?"
The song was not a popular song, but a ballad sung by bards.
Unsurprisingly, the Pink Mist Fairy, who was out exploring, was drawn to the lively atmosphere and crowds, but was unable to encounter them thanks to her meme ghost form.
March 7th easily made her way through the crowd to the very front of the makeshift stage.
"Oh, it's street magic... but something seems off about her outfit?"
March 7th tilted his head and looked at the magician on the stage.
The brown and white low-cut top is decorated with hollowed-out leather, and a belt tightly outlines her slender waist. Black shorts hug her pert buttocks, and over-the-knee leather boots form an alluring and suggestive boundary between them.
Without a doubt, she is a beauty.
But this outfit, full of futuristic mechanical punk vibes, doesn't look like something a native of the Hyperion Empire would wear at all.
"Could they be travelers who wandered over from other countries?"
Even on March 7th, one can clearly feel the incongruity between the Magician's outfit and the ancient Greek style of Onphalus.
Has Weng Fa Luosi incorporated punk art?
No, right?
“She is not one of Onphaross.”
The same voice, but noticeably less energetic, with a colder, more icy quality.
The long night moon materialized beside March 7, its eerie, dark red eyes fixed on the beautiful girl performing magic.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
March 7th blinked and looked at another version of herself.
"Could she be from the outside world, just like us?"
"That's right, she's an outsider, but it's impossible that she came from outside."
The words of the long night moon caused March 7th to utter a sound from his slightly parted lips, a sound mixed with three parts blankness, three parts doubt, and three parts helplessness:
"what?"
“The firewall blocking Onfaros is not so easy to breach, otherwise the Memory Thieves wouldn’t be kept out.”
"The very reason why Onphalus is unknown is itself a manifestation of its danger."
The memory thief is one hurdle, the firewall is another, and once inside, you still have to face the administrator's search.
Changyeyue could sense that someone was constantly tracking down Qiong and Sanyueqi.
She erased all traces of the two of them with the power of forgetting.