"Really?"

On the other end of the earphone, the girl was so excited she almost jumped up. Several seconds passed before she realized she was still in danger and quickly covered her mouth.

"We're coming right away, Kelin, be careful!"

Although Ellen didn't seem anxious, her actions betrayed her true feelings as she helped Fagga pack up his computer and tucked the parasol into his arms.

Fagar memorized the spatial rifts along the way, and as soon as he finished collecting them, he ran ahead to lead the way.

He ran while listening to Ke Lin speak through his earpiece.

"Did the army send people to hunt down the Dead Road Butcher? I've heard trains passing by me several times."

Train? And several times?

Fajar pulled down his top hat to shield his eyes from the sun and frowned, saying, "There are no troops here. Today is the day that Vision Industries planted explosives to blow up Canvas Lane."

"Oh, so the train is loaded with ether explosives? Why so much?" Corinne exclaimed in surprise.

Faga gritted his teeth and pondered, "I checked before entering the cavern. That shorty named Perlman said on the news that Vision Industries was just one truckload of explosives away."

Perlman, head of Vision Industries.

"So, Colleen heard the same train?"

Ellen calmly analyzed: "There's another group of people inside the hole; they're making the train go in circles!"

Faga grinned and stepped across the last spatial rift: "Anyway, we have to thank them for buying us time!"

Victoria Housekeeping has just received a commission for 14 million denials.

So far, only Vision Industries may be able to provide some clues.

Therefore, if someone could create obstacles for Vision Industries and delay Victoria Housekeeping, that would be a huge help!

We're getting closer! We're even closer to where Kelin is!

At most, it's just one street away, two minutes, no, if you put in a little more effort, you can get there in a minute and a half at most!

Fagga narrowed his eyes, already imagining what his never-before-seen companion looked like.

Judging from her voice, she must be a cute girl, right?

It can't be a voice scam...

Suddenly, Fagar's expression changed drastically, and his gaze instinctively drifted towards the headphones.

An unfamiliar voice came through my headphones, sounding hazy and indistinct, as if there was a layer between us.

[If it were just me, I might be able to manage to crawl across. But with Bamba in tow, it's impossible, and the surrounding area is full of deep pits caused by sinkholes, making it impractical to go around them.]

Fagga's eyelids twitched violently, and his voice suddenly rose: "Korin, don't respond!"

"Okay, I understand. Mr. Fagar, I'll keep quiet."

Colleen was clearly startled, but since they were both from Victoria Housekeeping, she chose to believe Fagga.

Fagga bit her lower lip lightly, took off her coat while running, and casually tossed it into the wind along with the parasol.

Suddenly a dark figure lunged at her, and Eileen was startled.

Hmm, what is that?

Mmm!

Eileen was too fast. By the time she reacted, it was too late to dodge. She was hit in the face by Fagar's coat and then knocked to the head by the parasol.

Click!

The parasol fell to the ground.

Ellen paused, stopping in her [Patrolling] state. She ripped off the coat covering her head and glared angrily at Fagga's departing figure.

However, Fagga had already spread his wings, each one measuring ten feet in length. With a sudden downward thud, his body shot out like a cannonball.

Soon, Ellen couldn't even see Fagga's shadow anymore.

"Tsk, this guy!"

Eileen was so angry that she stood on her tiptoes, her face full of rage.

But when Eileen thought that Fagga was so anxious because Corinne might be in danger, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Fine, I'll let you off this time."

Ellen quickly folded Fagga's coat and hugged it to her chest. She bent down, grabbed a parasol, tucked it under her arm, picked up the large scissors, and activated [Patrol] to chase after him.

...

“Hey, Phaethon, haven’t you encountered similar situations in your rope-making careers?”

In front of a train car, a black cat named Xiren, dressed in armor-like clothing, was scratching the car with its claws, trying to make a hole.

Bangbu, whom the cat-people call "Phaethon," also stepped forward, his two weak, soft, long ears swaying in the wind as he moved.