Tyra, your ancestors are back!

It's just a small mobile city, what can make this capable star governor so angry that his seven orifices are smoking.

"It's not a big trouble - but it will be very busy. Let's talk about your affairs first..."

Seemingly mentioning something that would make the latter angry, this white-haired woman with the appearance of Li Boli almost broke the stylus used for planning routes in her hand.

"Uh... I need a city architect to redesign the city - Chernoborg needs a mid-scale renovation...renovation?"

Under Miss Alice's weird gaze, Miss Perika broke the pen in her hand with a terrifying expression.

"Are you really okay? Governor Perika...Why don't you talk about your problem first?"

Alice glanced at each other with Tallulah and the pagan lady beside her, and they seemed to have reached a consensus - first comfort the lady who was about to explode Li Boli...

"Have you ever planned a city? Ms. Alice?"

Grabbing the water glass on the side and taking a sip to calm herself down, Perika looked at Alice in front of her.

"City planning...? I'm not good at city construction, Perika—the last person who asked me to help plan the city was Eden, and in the end she sent me away with a bitter face..."

"They say my road planning is a mess...According to calculations, citizens may be stuck in traffic jams for three weeks when they go to work, whether it is the ground route or the route of the floating car...."

Alice shrugged, saying that she was not very good at planning the specific construction of the city.

"Then you will set up eight tollbooths on a road less than one kilometer away?"

Perika's mouth twitched.

"No? Eight tolls per kilometer. Bandits don't charge tolls like that."

"The New Alaska Department of Urban Development did this..."

The communication fell into a brief silence. Perika, the Consul Alice on the other end, and the pagan Bibian and Duke Tallulah looked at each other.

"Are you kidding me?"

"They really did."

Seeing the ghost-like expressions of the three of them, Ms. Perika pinched the pen that had been pinched into two into four. If this continues, this innocent stylus may be crushed into powder——

"Drunk too much?"

"No... Their explanation is that there are 15 tollbooths in the plan, but they don't know where to put them - they put them all on this road less than one kilometer away."

"...?"

"Oh and—"

As if it wasn't over yet, Perika thought of something and showed an expression that looked like she wanted to eat someone——

"Put high-pollution and high-odor waste treatment plants and sewage treatment plants together, and then place them near the living quarters—they can be transported quickly without blocking traffic."

"I can smell it already-"

Tallulah and Bibian's expressions immediately changed when they heard the words...

"This group of people is short of building an open-air biogas power station!"

Perika on the screen patted the table hard and pointed at the city plane projection above.

"Okay...it seems that you will be very busy in the next period of time, Your Excellency Governor. I'd better think of another way."

Seeing the planning pen gradually turning into powder in the hands of Miss Perika, Alice shrugged at Perika and the Nieto named Ti behind her, and quickly ended the communication.

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Miss Alice who turned off the remote communication shrugged at Bibian and Miss Tallulah.

"As we can see—my dear Miss Governor probably can't help you now, the New Alaska Urban Construction Department has recruited a few "little geniuses"."

"Well...we can delay the reconstruction and renovation of Chernobog and only repair the buildings damaged in this turmoil."

Bibian, who rubbed his chin and seemed to be thinking, looked at Tallulah, who was beside him, and put forward his own suggestion.

"It's better to achieve it once than to spend less resources and energy than frantically dismantling and repairing later... Or go to those city construction bureaucrats who cut the city?"

"I'm against it, Miss Bibian—we need an attitude, an attitude towards Chernobog's infected people and civilians, and this need is urgent and must be shown immediately."

"This can't be delayed. In addition, the city's original urban construction bureaucracy has a hard time not to wear colored glasses when it comes to infected people...even if his Grand Duke is an infected person."

"We need a person in charge who is neutral, or who favors the infected, to plan the reconstruction of what was originally a slum in Lower Chernoborg."

The female Drac shook her head and frowned.

"Ah... It seems to be the same reason... Well, you must show a clear attitude towards the integration movement under your command. This kind of urban native infected people and citizens will support you and accept you."

Hearing this, Bibian shrugged.

"Ha... I suddenly envy you, Miss Bibian."

"Envy me? Although I am the master of the inner ring of one of the factions of the Apocalypse Church... But in terms of power and fame, a duke is bigger, right?"

Miss Pagan raised her eyebrows, and looked at the female Drake in front of her with some doubts.

"I'm envious of the cohesion of your church - the name of the forerunner is really useful in a sense..."

"You can pull it down... You suddenly reminded me of this - the basic grassroots under our hands are all fighters gathered to resist the oppression of Ursus, the beautiful vision of the forerunner, it is really just a long-term vision Great vision."

"You really have to immediately show a clear attitude to show that you are different from other Ursus nobles, otherwise I don't even need to mention, the church fighters will jump out again, and many of them are just like your integration movement. Infected."

"At that time, both of us will have to be roasted on the fire."

Bibian seemed to think of something, and grinned a stiff smile.

"...Infected...Infected... By the way, why don't we ask the infected in the city? Maybe some of them have done similar jobs?"

Tallulah's eyes lit up, and she seemed to think of something—the integration movement wandering on the snowy field wouldn't work, how many intellectuals would there be among the infected in the city?

Chapter 1: Alina, listen to my explanation——

"well said--"

"So where is the local infected colony or leader hiding in Chernoborg?"

Pagan shrugged and looked at Tallulah in front of him.

"Ah...? Don't you, the Apocalypse Church, know?"

Miss Tallulah's eyes widened when Bibian asked back, and then she turned to look at Ms. Alice who had been watching for a long time——

"Do you think that makes sense?"

"perhaps?"

Miss Consul shrugged. She looked at the time on the terminal in her hand, wondering why Kiana hadn't appeared until now.

"You taught grassroots combatants a lot of infected people, and you told me you didn't know, so how did you hide in Chernobog before?"

Looking at Alice who seemed to be reluctant to deal with this topic for the time being, Tallulah turned her head again and directed her firepower at Bibian who was looking aside.

"Ha--! Of course it is the noble forerunner technology, haven't you seen it before, Drakes, portable mimic projections and cognitive deception devices, and some members also use a power we call psychic abilities."

"What do you think is the reason why the Day of Calling the Heart is listed on the most wanted lists in various countries every day, and even the most radical returnees of our Apocalypse Church are only regarded as cancerous tumors by existences like archaeologists?"

Bibian stretched out a finger and shook it at Tallulah.

"Pretend to be the opposite party and act mischievously—your church is really dirty, and there are mimics."

Hearing the words, the dragon girl immediately rolled her eyes.

"That's it - so don't look at me, I don't know where the infected people in Chernobog are, maybe they're still hiding in the slums, maybe they're burrowing deeper into the mobile city tubes."

Bibian with her hips on her hips shrugged.

"Tsk—"

Miss Tallulah smacked her lips in displeasure when she saw the pagan who seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"Forget it, I'll let everyone look for places like slums. By the way, what is that psychic ability you talked about before...?"

Tallulah, who shook her head helplessly, summoned a messenger from the integration movement to give a few orders, and then thought of something, and looked at the one in front of her with a curious look.

"This...come, come...see me, Draco——"

The corner of Miss Bibian's mouth twitched into a smirk——

.....

"Alina... why are you here? Where are the children?"

Tallulah sat in a coffee shop, wearing a decent gown, in front of her closest friend Alina, a beautiful Elafia woman.

At this moment, Alina was wearing the same decent dress as herself, with a little blush on her fair face, and she was looking at herself shyly at this moment.

"My child...Xiaota, what strange things are you talking about again--the children have already fallen asleep, haven't they?"

"We made a special appointment to come out at this time...Well, it's only for the two of us to date."

The "Alina" who mentioned this lowered her head shyly, her eyes occasionally flicked slightly at night, and she quietly looked at Tallulah in front of her.

"Alina...I..."

Looking at the shy beauty in front of her, it is impossible to say that Tallulah is not tempted - even the glaring origin stone crystals on the woman's skin have become pleasing to Tallulah at this moment.

"Talulah..."

Draco stood up from the chair with unbearable restlessness, held the face of the Elafia girl across the table with both hands, and bent slightly.——

.....

"Tallulah—what are you doing!!!"

The angry shouts from Teacher Elafia awakened the restless Drac woman from the illusion woven by paganism. Alina, whose head was almost green, now had a fierce look on her face——

What kind of Alina's face is she holding in front of her, Miss Bibian asked with a teasing expression in her tone——

"Why, no kiss? Lord Tallulah?"

The Pagan cult who almost achieved the rare achievement "Your Tallulah's first kiss was not Alina but I, Miss Bibian" is now too happy——

"You...you...you...Bibian, the heretic of the Apocalypse Church! - You are going too far!"

Tallulah stood up, pointed tremblingly at the black-haired mature woman with a smirk in front of her, as if she was planning to sue her for her crimes...

Not far away, Alice and Kiyana, who arrived late, leaned on a street lamp, and witnessed the whole process of the incident from left to right.

"Ah...it's a psychic...I didn't notice..."

Alice shook her head slightly as she looked at the group of people making a mess.

"It's strange that you noticed it. You didn't pay attention to it...and psychic psykers are good at hiding their psychic powers - not to mention this guy hardly seems to actively use this ability."

Kiyana squinted her eyes to see Tallulah and Pagan who were facing each other, and she was holding Yelena, who she had fished back from the city, in her hand.

Next to the two stood the 404 squad in charge of guarding—and a certain Li Boli "general" who followed along was talking eagerly with Bozhuo Kasiti not far away, and his expression seemed to be A reunion between old friends.

...

"Where is it too much~ Isn't it something you want to experience yourself—"

Bibian, who dodged Draco's punch, immediately ran away, seemingly not forgetting to say "Gong Huo" -

"By the way, when you see this girl named Alina, you want to kiss her, and I know what you want to possess her~"

"The two of you have such a good relationship—then when will you distribute the wedding candies? I'll bring the progressive inner circle members of the Apocalypse Church to chip in for you?"

Bibian, who directly launched the diversion of the disaster, threw the problem on Tallulah and Alina, and the integration movement fighters and many Chernobog citizens who came to help rebuild the city also let out strange screams. And the sound of heckling.

I just don’t know how many of the pagan lady’s own people are mixed among the “many” Chernobog citizens...

"...Ah...Ah...Alina—you listen to me...?"

Tallulah, who was reminded by the Paganism, turned her head tremblingly and looked at Alina who was not far away. The children who had been lost before had returned to her side at this moment, and they seemed to be booing with everyone nearby. ...

"Talulah..."

Elafia with a gloomy face approached the dragon girl, raised her hand as if she was about to lower herself down

"Alina, listen to me....Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

Before Tallulah could make up her sophistry, Alina's ruthless iron hand pinched the latter's ear and began to twist it greatly...

"Wrong, wrong, Alina, I was wrong - Bibian, you bad guy! I'm not done with you!!!"

And the pagan lady who was named was standing on the other side of the street, and waved politely to the Drake woman amidst the booing of everyone, "You are doing a good job"——

"You'd better get out of bed tomorrow and tell me about this, my dear Duke~"