“And before we deal with them, hound, I will make you and your true master pay with blood.”
Gallagher chuckled, then retorted,
“If I were truly the killer, why would you be so secretive?”
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Gallagher’s tone became playful.
“Ha, I forgot, you also have a difficult master to serve—they told you to ignore all this nonsense about murder and focus on the Symphony of Harmony…”
Gallagher took a few more steps forward, leaning closer to Sunday. “Isn’t that right? Gentle brother?”
At this moment, Jiang Lin spoke:
“There’s no need to provoke him further, Mr. Gallagher. Sunday and I have already thoroughly analyzed your background.”
Gallagher looked at Sunday, then at Jiang Lin, and let out a helpless chuckle.
“Heh, what am I in your eyes?”
Sunday spoke mercilessly at this point:
“The brown hair comes from Mr. Banny, the Dreamweaver.
The orange eyes, they come from Sir Whitaker, the head of the Nightingales. And the strange scar, it is the medal of the Hound’s Guard Captain.
Also, the gray vest, the tie, the Hound’s medal, the mixology skills, and the identity of a Security Officer—they all come from 52 loyal family members.”
At this point, Gallagher suddenly burst into laughter.
“Hahahahaha… Impressive, alright, I underestimated you. I admire you, but so what? Does that prove I killed your sister and that stowaway?”
Sunday’s tone was cold as he stared directly at Gallagher.
“It proves you are in cahoots with The meme’s death, and that’s enough. Listen well, I don’t care how you did it. Right now, I only care about one thing, the answer to one question—”
Sunday visibly began to grow angry.
“You scoundrel, you damned stray dog, why did you hurt her?!!!”
Gallagher shook his head, walked past Sunday, and into the shadows. He lit his lighter and said with some emotion,
“Those involved are often blind—people don’t see the sand in their eyes, they only know the sand is there.”
Sunday turned to look at him, but Gallagher continued to speak to himself.
“You want an answer? I can give it to you. It’s all due to damned fate playing tricks on us.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Gallagher confidently extinguished the lighter in his hand, but the reaction he expected was slow to arrive.
Gallagher looked up in confusion and saw a sight he couldn’t accept.
Jiang Lin was holding The meme with one hand, the size difference between them making the scene look somewhat comical.
And Mian Mian’s many pupils, which had originally looked fierce, now each appeared incredibly clear, much like a fresh college graduate.
At this moment, The meme had only one thought.
Is… is this right?
Didn’t they say this mission would be easy before coming?
The intel… was it fake again?
At this moment, Jiang Lin looked at The meme in his hand and spoke with great interest:
“Your hiding skills are quite good. Even I had to be a little serious to find you.”
Then Jiang Lin looked at Gallagher, who was still standing there stunned:
“Mr. Gallagher, I’m very interested in both you and your pet. If I can find a way to get you out of the dream, would you be interested in working for me?”
Gallagher was stunned, looking at the two in front of him, and said with some bitterness,
“I shouldn’t have come here to show off.”
Sunday frowned slightly at this point, looking at Jiang Lin and saying,
“Mr. Jiang Lin, I thank you for your help, but I said I would make him and his master pay the price.”
Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow and said in a calm tone,
“Your sister doesn’t care about such small matters. How about I help you bring her back later?”
Sunday looked at Jiang Lin, he fell into deep thought, seemingly hesitating about something. A conflicted expression seemed to be written on his face.
A moment later, he finally made a decision:
“I can agree to your request. If possible, I also hope you can take Robin away from Penacony.”
Hearing Sunday say this, Jiang Lin was also a little confused:
“What? Are you feeling pressure?”
Sunday sighed, his tone heavy.
“There are too many variables. Before, I was absolutely confident.”
“And now?” Jiang Lin asked curiously.
“I still am.” Sunday’s answer was somewhat unexpected to Jiang Lin, but then Sunday also gave his explanation.
“I am confident in achieving final victory, but I cannot predict what changes will occur during the process.
Therefore, I ask you to take Robin to a safe place. In the end, whether I succeed or not, I will give you what you want.”
At this point, Sunday’s tone suddenly became serious.
“But if Robin suffers any harm, I will definitely not let you off.”
Jiang Lin chuckled, thought about the current situation, and after a moment of consideration, he felt that he should be making a profit without loss.
“Heh, good, I agree.”
Then, Jiang Lin turned to look at Gallagher again.
At this point, Gallagher had given up. After all, he could see that the situation was a bit off. Either of these two could easily beat him.
“Mr. Gallagher, why don’t you take me back to retrieve that… pioneering legacy? We’ll return to the Astral Express together later.”
“How do you know?”
Gallagher was a bit confused at this moment. After all, he had publicly announced it as the Clockmaker’s legacy. Even the current Astral Express Crew shouldn’t know the true nature of the legacy, right?
“Don’t worry about that for now, just go quickly.”
Jiang Lin didn’t explain much, but then seemed to remember something else and added.
“Oh, and don’t think about running. I can catch you. Also, bring Robin back with you this time.”
After saying that, Jiang Lin also released The meme.
After Jiang Lin released The meme, it quickly hid behind Gallagher, as if it had suffered some great injustice.
Gallagher looked at Mian Mian, then at Jiang Lin, and gestured for Mian Mian to act.
But Mian Mian refused to move. Heaven knows the terrifying feeling it got when it was instantly pulled out just as it was about to make a move not long ago.
That feeling was like the other side telling him to run, but he couldn’t.
Gallagher sighed helplessly, and could only continue to counsel him from the side.
And this large-scale “therapy” scene left the two people next to them a bit speechless.
Sunday thought for a moment, then spoke to Jiang Lin again.
“Time is precious, I’ll go ahead. You must remember to ensure Robin’s safety.”
But Jiang Lin smiled slightly, “I said I wanted to witness that moment with my own eyes.”
Sunday frowned. “What do you mean?”
Jiang Lin did not explain much, but in Sunday’s surprised expression, he split into an identical clone.
“the propagation?”
