Beep beep~

The call ended.

Fagga breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his temples, and then fell backward.

What were you talking about just now?

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

Fagga glanced sideways, and upon recognizing Ellen, looked away, his body returning to a relaxed state.

"We had a friendly discussion with our [main culprit], and it's nothing."

Fagga stretched and smiled, tilting his head. "By the way, let's finish our meal early so we can drive to pick up our master."

...

"Fairy, begin creating the rope net trumpet."

Zhe placed his hands on the computer desk and said in a deep voice.

[Fairy: Assistant #2, please say, "I'm so useless, I can't even create a few hundred rope net accounts."]

Zhe was too lazy to argue with Fairy and said directly, "I'm here to help you earn your electricity bill."

[Fairy: Received. Creation is expected to be complete in three minutes.]

"very good."

Zhe inserted a USB drive into it and said calmly, "Then let's act according to this script."

[Fairy: Received.]

...

"Public opinion has begun."

On the way to Sixth Street in the pickup truck, Fagar looked down at the rope net on his phone.

"Started what?"

Eileen didn't dare to be distracted while driving, but she still glanced at Fagga's expression, only to find that there was no change.

So what exactly is it?!

Ellen flicked her tail and patted Fagga on the shoulder: "Hey, tell me, it's so boring on the way."

"All right."

Fagar tossed his phone aside and ignored it, putting his hands behind his head as he said, "This morning, I sent a proposal to Ling, but I didn't expect that her brother would receive the message in the end."

"But it doesn't matter, it's all the same."

“I had them make up a story. The outline of the story is: Last night, a bored rope maker was flipping through the rope net and was very lucky to find a post by the [Rope Net User]. He couldn’t sleep at night and tossed and turned, so he got up and went to the Dead End Cave.”

"After a series of adventures, the hero ropemaker was badly injured, but he also found the treasure he wanted and, incidentally, recorded the [Radish]."

"He knew he was only lucky to get out, and if he wanted to go back into the cave to search for treasure, he would have to find a suitable companion. So he called on others to go with him on the rope net."

"But this rope maker was too young and trusted the wrong person, so much so that his 'radish' was leaked and sold off by swindlers!"

After saying that, Fagga tilted his head slightly and moved closer to Elaine, boasting, "Isn't this story good?"

"You...you've got a whole repertoire of tricks up your sleeve."

Ellen glanced at Fagga and sighed helplessly.

"I'm not the main culprit, so how can you say it's a trick I used to deceive people?"

With his hands behind his head, Fagga added, "And it's true that there are a lot of good things in the Dead End Void, after all, it's the old capital."

"Besides, the Dead End Cavern is so empty that even the Dead End Butcher is gone, so it's not dangerous to begin with. Moreover, I've prepared a rest stop for them."

"Rest stop?"

Eileen suddenly became curious.

"Yes, a rest stop."

The phone rang, and Fagia picked it up again: "Hello. This is Victoria Housekeeping, at your service."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a completely emotionless voice.

"Faga, a lot of strangers have indeed come to Canvas Alley. They are very likely tunnel raiders. What should we do?"

"What should I do? What else can I do?"

Faga bluntly stated, "The dead end is deserted, with no village in sight and no shop in sight. Canvas Alley is the only supply point. God practically forced food into Canvas Alley's mouth."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go first..."

"Wait, don't hang up yet."

"how?"

“Victoria’s home economics accounts for three percent of the revenue from Canvas Lane.”

"That's... okay."

"May our cooperation be pleasant, Rabbit House."

Beep beep~

Faga put down the phone, pulled up a chair and lay down, saying listlessly, "Sigh, another day of helping the economy of Canvas Lane!"

Eileen, who was driving: "..."