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Only in physical touch does one truly feel alive.

Not just an illusion.

Seven Brown felt slightly reassured: “Oh.”

The two walked shoulder to shoulder in silence.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

It was very quiet.

The streets of this city ruin from thousands of years ago were littered with cracks. As the mechanical armor stepped on the broken stones, they would crackle.

The city bore signs of desolation and silence everywhere.

The quieter it was, the clearer one’s thoughts became.

Suddenly, Seven Brown thought of something, turned her head to look at Leonard Churchill, her crystal eyes complex, hesitant to speak.

Seeing her seeming to want to say something, Leonard Churchill asked with a smile: “What’s up?”

“I…”

Hearing his query, it seemed like Seven Brown finally mustered up the courage to say seriously, “Leonard Churchill. I’ve carefully considered your suggestion…! plan…to go to the Federation Mechanical Warfare Academy.” Leonard Churchill, listening, took a moment to think, his eyes deep, and responded with an “Oh.”

He turned to look at Miss Rita, and then smiled: “That’s good.”

The main strength enhancement of a mechanic comes from knowledge and the improvement of one’s mechanical equipment.

Adventure… at least not now.

Seven Brown mustered the courage to say this, as the darkness cleverly concealed her suddenly reddened eyes.

The hidden meaning of her words was basically a farewell.

A long time ago, her father had suggested this to her.

But she had refused.

Back then, she felt that the life of sophisticated society, with its young ladies and gentlemen, wasn’t for her, nor was it the kind of free and unrestrained life she sought.

It wasn’t until the recent collapse of Flood Gang, and after spending time with Leonard Churchill, encountering numerous crises, that she realized that some things, in addition to conviction, also required strength to firmly grasp.

In this short half-month, Seven Brown’s state of mind had undergone many changes.

She had already come to the realization of facing death calmly, but she couldn t face dying with regret because of her own weakness.

Or watching friends die.

Like the many times that just happened.

The two often didn’t shy away from discussing these issues, and Leonard Churchill could completely empathize with Seven Brown’s current state of mind.

He didn’t say anything, just patted her shoulder.

The two strolled in the darkness.

Both understanding.

After walking for a while, as if thinking of something, Seven Brown suddenly called his name: “Leonard Churchill…”

Leonard Churchill looked sideways at her: “What s up?

Hearing his query, Seven Brown hesitated for a moment before saying, “You must stay alive. Wait until I become strong enough. I’ll come find you.”

Hearing this, Leonard Churchill smiled brightly.

But he didn’t reply.

He couldn’t give a precise answer to this question.

Hearing him not speaking, Seven Brown’s expression dimmed, she had actually already received an answer.

She had seen too many partings and deaths in Sinless City.

This kind of expectation was already a luxury.

She was afraid that this goodbye would be a permanent one.

Seven Brown knew that there were some things she couldn’t hold on to, and she didn’t want to think about those useless thoughts, so she said, “If one day, you’re really… going to die. Please be sure to leave me a message and tell me where you want to be buried. That way… I will bring you a bunch of flowers every year.”

This time, Leonard Churchill didn’t avoid it but laughed brighter, happily agreeing: “Okay!”

After Seven Brown had said this, she fell silent.

The ruins were shrouded in a thick fog, which when swept across the face, felt slightly moist.

Slightly damp.

It was unclear whether there were tears mixed in on that pretty face or not.

Walking on.

Leonard Churchill looked at the increasingly dense undead air in the air, a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes, and he thought to himself, “This is a great benefit to Hunchbacked Old Cook’s ‘Undead Catastrophe…

Only then did he see that the people of the Silver Moon Sect were well prepared.

After the seal was broken, a large amount of dark energy was released, mixed with a large amount of undead air and monsters.

Right now, the only known fact is that the seal in this ruin’s ground encapsulates some remnant of the crying angel.

Leonard Churchill never thought that the trouble after the death of such an existence would be this great.

It was as if a grave that had been buried deep in the ground for thousands of years had burst open, revealing the history and problems it hid.

None knew how many terrifying monsters had been accumulated inside.

But on having a look now, it seemed like the people of the Silver Moon Sect had expected it.

With the divine power of Hunchbacked Old Cook, these undead airs and monsters were the best supplies.

“Tsk tsk, things seem to be getting complicated…”

Leonard Churchill raised his eyebrows.

After this seal was broken, there was no doubt that the power of Hunchbacked Old Cook would surge.

Thinking of something else, he grumbled in his heart: “It seems that X Bureau has also been used.”

He was a little surprised when X Bureau suddenly surrounded them earlier.

But now that the situation was clear, it looked like X Bureau might have become someone’s “punching bag”.

Looking back at this, it seems that his information may have been leaked from someone close to Reuel Bible.

But the clue about the Silver Moon Sect’s gathering being encircled absolutely did not come from his leak.

At least not entirely.

When the people of X Bureau rushed in, it looked like someone had intentionally set up a trap to pit two groups against each other.

To achieve this, members of the Lionheart Family higher-ups must have been involved, perhaps there were even followers from the Miller family who hadn’t been eradicated yet, or perhaps other conspiracy makers…

But this also fell into the hands of the Silver Moon Leader.

Counter trap.

It wasn’t clear who was really trapped..