I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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Even after being exposed, she didn't put on a brave face. With the movement of light and shadow, the robin transformed back into a beautiful girl with twin ponytails in a bright red dress, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Please leave. Masked Fools are not welcome here."

Sunday's tone was cold.

"Hey, don't look so serious!"

Hanabi walked to the round table on her own, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Is it because your dear sister has already..."

Feigning sorrow and tears, Hanabi let out a clear sigh and said in a reasoning tone:

“You may not have a younger sister, but you still have me. I can totally play the role of your sister and help you deal with what’s coming next, right? Just like we did just now.”

"...No, it must be."

Sunday's body trembled slightly, and with a light press of her fingers, the thick book in her hand snapped shut.

"Tsk tsk tsk, impressive, you can even tolerate this~"

Hanabi's face, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling, turned to him with a grin.

"Or are you planning to use a calm and profound demeanor to express your inner panic about being exposed? Chicken Wing Boy~"

“Fool, please do not impose your developmentally flawed way of thinking on me. Our family has never been afraid of any challenge from a scoundrel.”

Sunday's expression turned completely cold.

"Hey, don't be so serious. You certainly don't want people to know that the Harmonious Music Festival can no longer be held, right?"

Fireworks raised her fair and delicate legs and uttered a famous quote from the Far East.

"The family has its own arrangements, so there is no need for you two to worry."

The agent who had been following behind the robin also removed her fox mask and handed it back to Hanabi, revealing her pretty, scholarly face with a monocle.

"Hey, why be so heartless? Even though I already have someone I like, I just can't resist a boy who wears studs on chicken wings~"

“Fool, I’ll say it again, you are not welcome here.”

Okay~ Okay~

Hanabi lowered her head, revealing a bored and disappointed expression, and gave the short-haired, bookish girl a wink.

Sunday noticed this action and looked at the short-haired girl, who grinned.

“Mr. Sunday, nice to meet you. My name is A-Meng.”

Of course I know the name on Sunday.

To be honest, his impression of this Ah Meng was not bad, but it was much better than that of Hua Huo.

From the moment the other party entered the dream, they behaved themselves and did nothing special. They were so quiet that they didn't even seem like a masked fool.

But he is still a fool, and we should not let our guard down because of this.

"Miss Meng, what brings you here?"

Considering that the other party did not do anything disruptive, Sunday will treat them as an ordinary customer.

"Mr. Sunday".

Ah Meng pinched the monocle on her right eye socket and laughed:

"Interested in making a deal?"

PS:

Volume 1: Chapter 590 The Fool's Deal

"trade?"

On Sunday, gazing at the girl with flowing black hair draped over her shoulders, he remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

What do you seek?

If those words had come from Hanabi, Sunday would not have wasted a second thinking and would have flatly refused.

But it was Ms. A-Meng, who had never participated in any of the farces, who brought this up…

We can give them a chance to talk.

“I recently made a new friend who is an elite member of the company’s strategic investment department.”

A-Meng grinned.

"company……"

On Sunday, he raised an eyebrow and glanced at A-Meng with surprise.

This fool had contact with that peacock in the company...

This isn't too surprising.

Sunday knew perfectly well what mission the peacock had come to Pinocchio, and the company had never hidden its intention to reclaim ownership of the outpost prison.

This is also the root cause of the long-standing conflict between the family and the company.

The fact that the other party was investigating all over Pinocene, even going so far as to collaborate with the infamous Masked Fool, was simply a reflection of the profit-driven nature of businessmen.

On Sunday, acknowledge the other person's wisdom and courage, and feel sorry that they have misused this talent.

"Some of my friend's personal belongings were apparently kept by his family upon entry into the country."

Miss A Meng smiled gently.

"Do you remember me? I've come here to help him retrieve those... ordinary personal belongings."

"Miss Meng, do you know what his so-called ordinary personal belongings are?"

"Hehe, that's his privacy, I didn't ask any further questions."

"The cornerstone is a precious asset of the Strategic Investment Department, a sacred stone that preserves and protects the power of the government."

"Oh~ it's such a valuable item?"

A-Meng, with her hands behind her back, widened her eyes in surprise, like a lively young girl.

"Alright, stop your performance now."

Sunday shook his head helplessly, thinking that expecting the Fool not to lie was perhaps harder than getting everyone in the universe to like the song of the robin.

"Sincerity is the prerequisite for a transaction."

After speaking, Sunday's expression suddenly hardened, and his golden eyes locked onto A-Meng's eyes.

"Now, tell me, what is the real purpose of your visit?"

“O soul of three faces, brand her tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that she may not lie or swear false oaths.”

The child's clear voice, the youth's composure, and the old man's weathered voice—three voices chanting the same proverb, like invisible shackles binding and seeping into A-Meng's senses.

Is this the power of the law of "harmony"?

A-Meng narrowed her eyes slightly.

Hanabi, standing to the side, watched her with great interest, a smile playing on her lips as if she were watching a show.

She could tell that her friend had been lying on purpose, and that the application of the harmonic imperative on Sunday was something she wanted to experience.

Hanabi felt that, compared to her other Fool brothers and sisters, her friend was more like a skilled thief.

They are particularly good at finding and exploiting loopholes in the rules, like exploiting bugs.

Ah Meng seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if carefully considering her words.

"Alright, I did come here to retrieve his belongings."

She spoke again, her tone light and cheerful.

"However, I have no intention of... returning it to him."

As everyone knows, Meng never lies; that's too low-level, at the very least it's just an incomplete truth.

"..."

The feedback from the harmonic impulses made Sunday's expression somewhat subtle.

"You want the cornerstone of preservation?"

"Yes."

Last time I answered with a long paragraph; this time I'll reply with the shortest words possible.

A-Meng seems to be searching for a balance in her words.

"Why do you want to get it?"

I was genuinely curious this Sunday.

"I am very curious about the power of the Commander and want to try to explore it through it."

A-Meng gracefully pushed up her crystal-carved monocle.

"...Probing the power of the messenger?"

His expression was even stranger on Sunday:

"Don't you know that the foundation stone is heavily sealed, or that this stone has become the embodiment of its owner's will, and can only shine when it belongs to its owner?"

"Hmm~"

A-Meng smiled and nodded: "I really didn't know that before today."

The statement "harmonic feedback" is true...

What could he possibly say?

This classic foolish thinking left Sunday speechless. He gave up trying to guess the other person's thought process and instead adopted a more direct approach of asking questions:

"Do you harbor ill intentions towards your family and Pinocchio?"

"No."

Miss Meng adjusted her monocle on her right eye and smiled slightly.

This answer is true.

Then on Sunday, she asked a few more questions, which A-Meng answered one by one.

"How about it?"

A-Meng gently brushed the curly hair that fell in front of her right monocle, grinning to reveal her pearly white teeth.

"..."

Sunday fell into silent contemplation.

After a long time, the conversation started again and lasted for half a system hour.

"Cooperation brings win-win results, but I cannot fully trust the Fool from the tavern; it is merely a small insurance policy."

"What I just performed for you was a 'harmonious' baptism, which will have no effect on you unless you leave Pinocchio."

On Sunday, he lowered the hand that was hanging in front of Ah Meng, then placed a suitcase on the table and pushed it forward.

"Take your things and leave, fool."

"Furthermore, I sincerely hope that you will keep your promise, remain silent, and not hand this item over to anyone who should not possess it. And upon the appointed time, return it intact; otherwise…"

Sunday's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority.

“The family’s punishment will come.”

"I understand your caution. Please rest assured, I always keep my promises."

Ah Meng's eyebrows were drawn into two curved lines.

Fireworks blinked and squinted.

"Wow, you actually gave it to her? Why didn't I get treated like this when I made the deal? Hanabi-sama was treated unfairly, waaaaah, so pitiful~!"

Fireworks performed with great emotion and tears, and Sunday didn't even glance at her.

Fireworks sighed with feigned helplessness, then followed after Ameng, who had already picked up her suitcase and left the mansion, with light and cheerful steps.