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A-Meng pushed up her right monocle, her eyes crinkling behind the lens as she smiled noncommittally and turned her gaze toward the gold dust with great interest.

Are they born liars and thieves?

Sand Gold's smile remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard the jarring label.

Fireworks, however, continued speaking to herself, her tone light and cheerful, as if she were singing a ballad:

"So, save your sweet talk and witty banter, little peacock."

Hanabi lazily propped one of her clogged feet on the small round table in front of her and tilted her head to the side.

"Please go back. We are fools, not stupid 'beep's. We have no interest in playing any friend games with the company's good dog."

"However, perhaps you could have a chat with my friend."

"Oh, sorry, sorry! I definitely didn't mean you were a stupid idiot!"

Having emphasized this point, Hanabi then switched to a persuasive tone:

"I just think that since you've come all this way to Pinocchio, you should enjoy your dream, find something truly fun to do, and have some real fun!"

A-Meng turned her head to the side, quietly watching the fireworks display, a smile slowly blooming on her lips:

"how about you?"

"Me?"

Her slender fingers lightly touched her crimson lips, and her bright pink eyes darted around, as if she had thought of something incredibly sweet:

"Of course, they'd go find their ~darling~!"

She dragged out the melody, her voice sickeningly sweet:

"Speaking of which, we haven't even gone on our honeymoon yet after receiving such a romantic proposal~ Pinocchio, isn't that perfect?"

She stood up, her skirt tracing a flowing, shimmering arc.

That's all~

Fireworks waved playfully at A-Meng: "I won't disturb you and the little peacock playing your game! Goodbye~"

Before she finished speaking, she had already taken a few light steps and hopped to the edge of the towering terrace. Without the slightest hesitation, she spread her arms, leaned back, and fell down. Her figure was instantly swallowed up by the dazzling neon lights and dreamlike shimmering light below.

A brief silence fell over the air.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Sand Gold's gaze fell on the short-haired girl wearing a monocle.

Unfamiliar faces...

As a senior executive at StarCraft and Apple, Sand Gold wouldn't claim to know every influential figure at Pinocchio, but he certainly had records of them in his database.

But the girl in front of me... had a blank mind.

Sand Gold did not underestimate him. After all, someone who could converse so intimately with that mad and dangerous Masked Fool could not be an ordinary person.

"As she said."

A-Meng's voice broke the silence. She withdrew her gaze from the direction where the fireworks had fallen, turned her head slightly, and revealed a pure and flawless smile to the gold dust:

“I am indeed very interested in this place.”

After a pause, A-Meng spoke in a lighthearted tone, as if discussing a tea party:

"If you're going to any social events, please be sure to take me with you!"

The girl's slender fingers gracefully pinched the frame of her right monocle.

"Just call me A-Meng."

"...No problem, Miss Meng."

Sand Gold still wore a professional smile.

With the [Tongxie] family eyeing them covetously, having more friends is always a good thing.

He had already made contact with the Flowing Light Memory Court and the Starry Sky Train, and the madmen of the Annihilation Gang were already gone. He didn't know if the Pure Beauty Knights would keep their appointment.

He had just met a woman who claimed to be a sea patrol knight, but Sand Gold felt something was off.

The tavern guys joining him will definitely cause trouble, but that's exactly what he needs—the muddier the waters, the more opportunities there are.

The two communicated in a friendly and cordial manner, and the progress was unexpectedly smooth.

Information was exchanged naturally like a stream, and Sand Gold even offered some seemingly important but ultimately inconsequential intelligence for free.

To him, this was merely bait; the value of planting a seed in the heart of such a fool far outweighed the cost.

"A very nice monocle,"

As they parted, Sand Gold's gaze once again fell upon the crystal-carved lenses of Ah Meng's right eye, his smile sincere:

"It complements Miss A-Meng's temperament perfectly."

Thank you~

A-Meng's lips curved into a smile.

Sand Gold bowed gracefully, turned and left the balcony venue high above the building.

As he stepped into the bustling street, he was instantly enveloped by the dazzling neon lights and cheerful jazz music.

However, the moment he stepped down the last step, a subtle sense of unease crept up the spine of the gold dust.

"Is it an illusion?"

Subconsciously, Sand Gold stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

A woman dressed in a gorgeous feather dress was chatting and laughing with her companion. A silver monocle with tiny diamonds was prominently displayed on her right eye, swaying slightly with her gestures.

The waiter pushing the mobile dessert cart, his white shirt collar impeccably clean, and wearing a simple tortoiseshell-framed monocle on his right eye, was enthusiastically promoting Yizhi bubble gum to customers.

A well-dressed middle-aged businessman, seemingly engaged in business negotiations, gently pushed up his right monocle with a finger adorned with a gemstone ring. Behind the lens, his eyes were shrewd and worldly.

Sand Gold stopped an elderly gentleman wearing simple monocle who was watching a street holographic performance and asked him:

"Sir, if I may be so bold, is this monocle the latest trend from Pinocene?"

The old gentleman turned his head, and through his clear glasses, revealed a kind but somewhat hollow smile:

"Fashion? Oh, you mean that?"

The old gentleman subconsciously pushed up his glasses:

"Is this a limited-edition souvenir recently released by the family? It's quite practical, isn't it? It makes things much clearer now."

After he finished speaking, he focused intently on the performance, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Sand Gold nodded and turned to leave.

PS:

Volume 1: Chapter 552 Leaving Here, No One Will Get Hurt

Along the neon-lit city avenue, a mobile Fenda cart is being pushed by a waiter, blending into the bustling scene.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in that space shrouded in white cloth, a little brown mouse was having a party.

"Lula la la le, la la la la le?"

"Go forward bravely, and there will be prizes for those who do!"

A cheerful tune echoed between the barrels and jars.

Kyon Jerry, with his short legs, nimbly swam around like a whirlwind, transforming into a brown whirlwind between several giant Fanola cans.

He carried a spoon that was enormous for his small frame and dragged it to the bottom of the juicer's outlet.

Then, he jumped up suddenly and used his entire body weight to press down on the wrench button.

The sky-blue Fenola cascaded down like a waterfall, filling the large spoon.

This is just the beginning.

Strawberry red, mango yellow, lime green, grape purple... colorful liquids were continuously poured into a huge plate.

Dozens of different flavors of Fenda are clearly gathered in the plate, forming a dazzling yet eerie liquid rainbow lake.

Qiong Jerry stood on the edge of the plate, holding a spoon, and began to stir.

The dozens of colors began to blend.

They no longer separate into layers, but instead rotate, entangle, and eventually... merge into a chaotic and viscous color that cannot be described in words.

Even stranger things happened.

The once calm, viscous liquid seemed to come alive, suddenly bursting upwards to form a fountain nearly forty centimeters high, bubbling and churning violently.

The liquid even emitted a series of muffled "poof! poof! poof!" sounds, splashing up viscous droplets of indescribable color.

Looking at the pot of seemingly otherworldly, magical drink, the little mouse swallowed hard and instinctively clutched its chest with its little paws.

He turned his head and glanced at the semi-transparent system interface floating beside him, which only he could see.

[Daily Task: Beverage Inventor.]

[Description: You probably did something similar as a child, mixing different drinks together and imagining it would create a delicious new flavor. Now, let's continue our great scientific research, mix together Fenda, and try it out!]

[Reward: Varies depending on the type of Fenola added; reward capped at 42 crystals.]

Looking at the number 42, Qiong made up her mind again. Since she was immortal anyway, she might as well do it!

With a flourish, he tossed the giant ladle aside, grabbed the edge of the plate with his little paws, and bravely poked his head down into the boiling pot of magical drink, taking a big gulp.

"Gulp~ Gulp~ Crack!"

The moment the third sip of liquid went down, an indescribable sensation, as if it had gathered all the extreme flavors in the world, struck straight to the soul.

Qiong felt as if a whole box of lit rockets had been stuffed into her body.

He was like a brown cannonball that had been launched, bouncing and flying wildly in this confined space.

It hit the barrel wall, bounced off the car roof, and slammed onto the white cloth...

Each impact is accompanied by a small-scale explosion effect.

After a dazzling series of aerial ballets and exploding fireworks, with a final thud, Qiong Jerry landed on its bottom, collapsing back to the spot where it had been stirring.

His small eyes swirled like mosquito coils, and a wisp of smoke of an indescribable color rose from the top of his head.

It took a full ten minutes for it to slowly come back to its senses from that out-of-body state.

"Cool!"

He shouted in his heart.

It carried a strange sense of satisfaction, like surviving a catastrophe.

This concoction made from dozens of different types of Fenda is definitely not meant for living beings!

Its power is so terrifying that it can make even the bravest taste bud warriors retire on the spot!

"It surpasses Himeko's coffee."

Only this evaluation can determine the value of this thing.

Seeing the mission completed on the interface and the number of crystals in the upper right corner reaching 1104, Qiong Jerry's mood instantly improved.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, it picked up the plate and gulped down half of the unknown beverage that could shock the soul.

"belch--!"

This time, his soul truly drifted out of the rat's body, wandering through the entire system before finally returning, dazed and confused.

The phone was vibrating incessantly, messages kept popping up, and Xing was telling him to turn on his microphone to communicate.

Qiong ignored it directly.

He couldn't drink any more, and looking at the primordial chaos that seemed to contain the ultimate mysteries of the universe, Qiong Jerry's little eyes darted around.

He divided the remaining portion into three parts and poured them into different flavored glass bottles.

I tightened the cap and then carefully placed it back in a prominent corner of the Fenda car.

We'll randomly select one lucky winner!