Poseidon in Tomorrow's Ark

"Ah! Xiyue, you must make me dessert tonight! I was seriously injured today and urgently need dessert to comfort me!" Not knowing what to say, Archangel Power decisively pounced on Xiyue, hugged her arms and shook her continuously.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you, just do it for you." Xiyue laughed as she looked at the Archangel who was holding her arm and shaking it, then looked up at the direction where Mostima left.

Since Xiyue was willing to make dessert, it meant that there should be nothing to do tonight, so Texas put away the lightsaber in his hand.

Texas pulled out a bag of pocky from his pocket, took out a stick and put it in his mouth: "Let's go, let's settle today's matter."

Croissant nodded and was about to hang the shield behind her, but she stopped and raised her eyebrows to look at the figures gradually surrounding them: "Uh, are we in trouble?"

Texas frowned and unfolded the sword he had just put away: "They surrounded us. They ambushed us in the slums from the beginning."

Croissant scratched his head and slightly stretched his shoulders, which were a little sore from holding the hammer and shield for a long time. "Are these guys in league with the mafia? They don't look like they are."

"No, there are a few familiar faces, all from Longmen..."

Longmen passerby: "Do you want to take action?"

"Listen to the boss and teach them a lesson, but be careful. If the one in the black windbreaker takes out a weapon or looks weird, leave immediately and don't mess with her."

"Xiyue, is this what you meant by everything is fine tonight?" Texas turned his head and looked at Xiyue.

Xiyue smiled and said, "I only said I could make desserts, but I didn't say I would be fine tonight."

"Do you mean they are from the Mafia?" Texas nodded, looking at the figures that had surrounded them.

"I didn't say anything~"

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"Hey, you're here, what happened just now?" Mostima walked out of the darkness and looked at the old man in front of him.

The Rat King smiled and said, "...It was just a sudden impulse."

"Are you being too aggressive? Penguin Logistics is here." Mostima looked at the serious Rat King. "Besides, you are already old. If you keep working so hard, won't you die young?"

"How much do you think I contributed?"

"...Is that so?" Mastema nodded. "Then how about at least restraining your murderous aura a little? I almost don't dare to speak in front of you."

"what happened?"

"Well, maybe I underestimated the vigilance of young people. The young people of Longmen always surprise me." The Rat King relaxed a little, and then explained, "It's nothing serious. It's just that a few out-of-control puppets accidentally injured a dedicated fish ball chef, that's all."

"That's all? You should learn to control your expression before you say something like that."

The Rat King looked at Mastema and said, "If you keep smiling all the time, then your smile loses its meaning. Compared to you, I am more relaxed."

"Isn't this within your expectations?" Mostima smiled at the Rat King. "For example, in order to prevent the conflict between Penguin Logistics and the Mafia from ending badly, you can find an excuse to punish them personally, or something like that."

The Rat King smiled and shook his head: "Girl, you are really wasting the gifts of nature by playing with that penguin."

"Where."

"It's very lively~" Suddenly a voice came from another alley, and a faint blue light came on. Under the light, the figure of Xiyue holding a cup of black tea was seen in the alley.

"Hello or good evening, Rat King."

The Rat King was slightly stunned when he saw Xiyue suddenly appear, and then he quickly saluted: "Good evening, Your Excellency Xiyue."

Mostima raised his eyebrows and imitated the Rat King, bowing slightly: "Good evening, Lord Xiyue"

"That's not necessary. I just came to take a look and say a few words, but then I thought of seeing you, so I decided to meet you. After all, my future medical work will also depend on Your Excellency the Rat King."

"Your Excellency is too polite." The Rat King waved his hands quickly. He should not respond to such words casually. Then he looked at Mostima on the side. Since Xiyue said that she was not looking for him in the first place, then she could only have followed Mostima.

"Is it because of Xiaole's matter?"

"Yes and no." Xiyue looked at Mostima with a smile, "I am just a doctor, here to see a patient."

"Me?" Mastema shook her head. "I don't need treatment, doctor."

"is it?"

"This is just the price of power, not a disease that can be cured, doctor."

"Is that so? It seems that you need psychological treatment. You can come and talk to me when you are free." Xiyue nodded, "Don't push yourself too hard. Learn to look at things in a positive way."

"Thank you for your doctor's advice."

"Then the patient has been cured." Xiyue looked at the Rat King, "Is the crystal useful?"

"It's very useful. I've never seen such magical power. Thank you for your generosity." The Rat King nodded, then hesitated and asked, "Are you dissatisfied with the behavior of Penguin Logistics?"

At this moment, the crystal was in the Rat King's pocket. After understanding the function of the crystal, the Rat King was reluctant to use it up.

"As long as it works, I'll consider the crystal as the venue fee, okay?" Xiyue nodded, then smiled at the nervous Rat King, "Don't worry, Mr. Emperor and Chief Wei have already talked to me. I'm just a spectator tonight."

Chapter 44: The Law of Noise (VII)

"I'm glad you don't mind." The Rat King breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiyue looked at the Rat King and shook her head: "That's why I pretended, because I was afraid of encountering this kind of thing. I just want to be a doctor, not be respected by others."

"Oh~" Mostima became interested and looked up at the feathers on Xiyue's head, "So Miss Xinyi is not the legendary Liberi?"

Xiyue smiled at the curious Mostima and said, "Want to see it?"

Mostima thought for a moment and waved his hand: "Well, no, maybe there will be a state that will make me disillusioned."

"That's a strange statement."

"I have heard a lot about you and your men when I was delivering letters in the wilderness." Mastema spread his hands. "To many people, your image is Liberi, right?"

"Is that so?" Xiyue nodded, "That's great."

"What do you mean?" The Rat King was a little curious when he heard Xiyue's words.

"It's very simple. We only need a symbol. Just like when you see someone wearing a white coat, your first reaction is that he is a doctor, right?" Xiyue touched the feather on his head. "And now, for those doctors traveling around the world, a simple blue feather can represent many things, right?"

"Just like Rat King, your yellow sand, are you angry today?"

The Rat King was silent for a moment and then explained: "...I also did not allow them to trample on the slums at will. I never allowed it."

"I have tried my best to tolerate their transgressions, but they still broke the rules."

The Rat King sighed and shook his head. "I thought their vague connection with Syracuse could bring some interesting benefits to Longmen... It's really disappointing."

Mostima on the side acted scared: "Wait, wait, stop... why are you talking so much? Are you going to silence me next?"

"Yeah yeah."

The Rat King looked at Xiyue who was agreeing with Mastema and said, "I think there is no one in this world who can silence you, and old people also need to complain."

"Really? Then I'll just treat it as a Requiem carnival. I didn't hear anything you said just now." Mostima clapped his hands and said jokingly, "The bigger the trouble those mafia make, maybe I can get more of the final payment afterwards."

When the Rat King heard what Mastema said, he also became interested: "What will happen after you have money?"

Mostima thought for a moment and then said, "Let's buy that candy store first."

"Haha, you really have a soft spot for it." The Rat King smiled and nodded, "Okay, except for the basement, you can move everything else."

"So there is a basement... Can't you protect my beautiful memories a little?"

Xiyue thought for a moment and said, "The kind where gangs gather in a dark room?"

"That's not the case." The Rat King shook his head: "That's my shop."

"What a shame. I thought you would really become a grocery store owner after you retire."

"Maybe, if I'm still alive when I retire." The Rat King paused and continued, "It's getting late. The carnival will officially begin soon. The actors and actresses have already taken their positions."

Mostima asked, "Are you not going to stand by and watch?"

"Requiem is a festival to bid farewell to the dead, and Longmen is our city after all." The Rat King leaned on his cane and closed his eyes. "Only when the living are lively and bustling can the dead souls leave without regrets."

"Besides, if a mouse with half a foot in a coffin doesn't stretch its muscles, it might be mistaken for a dead ghost by someone with ulterior motives."

Mostima raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "How should we celebrate then?"

The Rat King also responded with a smile: "It should be so lively."

"Ah, I see." Mastema nodded. "Then the cost of this memorial service seems a bit high. Well, even a bit wasteful."

The Rat King nodded and praised, "You are very smart."

"That's right, otherwise Commander Wei would have come to trouble you a long time ago."

"Don't say such scary things. I don't want to deal with the Guard Bureau anymore. It's too troublesome." The Rat King raised his hand and smiled, "And the essence of this good play is that all expenses are borne by the actors themselves."

"In that case..." Xiyue took out three more crystals from his windbreaker and threw them to the Rat King, "Consider this as a small expense for the performance."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

"It's just a small thing." Xiyue shook her head. "Well, I should go too. The Exias are being chased pretty hard."

"Should I call them and ask them to stop, or should I ask someone to take you there?"

"No, I feel quite happy~" Xiyue waved her hand, "Besides, I'm not here."

Before the Rat King and Mostima could ask any questions, Xiyue waved to them and turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared in front of them.

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Baisong hid his body behind the shield and blocked the bricks thrown at him: "Haa, haa, then, are those guys also members of the mafia? How long do we have to run?"

After dodging the baseball bat swung by the opponent, the Archangel knocked him down with the butt of his gun. "Obviously not. Maybe they are just the hooligans who had a feud with us before. There are too many of them. If you don't want to remember them, just run. You can always get rid of them."

Baisong pointed behind him: "But I just saw a guy rushing out with a rolling pin..."

"Fights are usually like this. You rarely come to the slums." Angelus grinned. "Because you are too careless, you occasionally roll your teeth and blood into the noodles, and then get fierce negative reviews from customers. When you bite someone's teeth~"

Baisong quickly said, “No need to be so loud and colorful!”

"Hmm." Texas kicked away a scavenger who was rushing towards him, and shook his head as he watched him struggling on the ground.

Croissant glanced over there and said, "Did you overexert yourself?"

"No problem~" Kong dodged a rolling pin and knocked it down with the short stick in his hand, "This is self-defense, no problem!"

"Xiyue, can you not look so relaxed every time? How about giving it a try?" Archangel dodged a brick and flashed behind Xiyue.

"It's not an emergency situation~" Xiyue touched the head of the Archangel.

"I think this is a very urgent situation!" Angel followed Xiyue closely, "But why won't you get hit?"

"Who knows~"

Kong covered the spot where he was hit by a mineral water bottle. "Rather than that, we should focus on dealing with the new enemy first..."

"So what's going on?" Croissant blocked a brick. "Is this revenge for our loud noises and disturbing the neighbors?"

Hearing this, the Angel nodded in a serious tone: "It's possible."

Baisong heard the discussion between the two and almost slipped: "Is it possible? Are the slums such violent places?"

Croissant looked at Baisong who was making a fuss, laughed and said casually: "No fight, no acquaintance. Punching is the oldest and most effective means of communication."

Suddenly, everyone around stopped moving and dispersed to the side. Those who were using daily necessities as weapons simply wiped off the dust on them and took them back.

"Oh, it seems that you have calmed down?" Croissant looked around to confirm that the people around her had indeed left. She put down the hammer and shield in her hands and stretched her shoulders. Her shoulders were very tired today.

Texas pulled his phone out of his pocket: "There's a call, it's the boss."

"Hello~?" The emperor's voice came from the phone, "Are you having fun? Are you missing any limbs or anything like that?"

"But with Xiyue by your side, this shouldn't be a problem~" The emperor paused and continued, "Well, listen to me."

Baisong looked at the phone in Texas's hand and silently complained: "...Mr. Great Emperor, did you buy a lot of insurance?"

"The biggest insurance is here~" Xiyue raised her hand and responded to Baisong's complaint.

The emperor ignored the two people who were playing tricks and continued, "There is a Requiem Carnival on Gulu Street tonight. It's just some cheap marketing activity."

“But, I suddenly decided to participate in that event as a great musician.”

"Bring some stylish noise to Longmen. They are so grateful that they are kneeling neatly downstairs." The emperor seemed to hear people cheering in the background. "As for your mission, just follow behind me and catch those idiots who claim to solve the problem of Penguin Logistics."

"Do you understand? Got it? Good! That's it!"

“…Hang up.” Texas hung up the phone speechlessly.

Croissant stroked his chin and said, "Why do I feel like this is familiar?"

Sora coughed twice and said, "...Anyway, we should go to that party too."

"Well, let's go!" The Angel didn't care about all that and seemed very excited. Perhaps she had only heard the word "carnival" in her ears.

————The alleys of the slums————