What is happening now, not to mention the Arabian Nights, can be regarded as outrageous.

The cornerstone of the gold dust is the evidence that was placed here by Sunday's own hands, intending to slap the gold in the face when the gold dust intends to use his own clever means to deceive.

Now, instead of Sunday, I feel uneasy.

Being able to silently take away the cornerstone right under his nose means that the murderer who did this has the means to ignore all family defenses.

Multi-folded dreams, special memory beacons, and prevention mechanisms that are automatically triggered without permission are all useless in the eyes of this person.

This is the cornerstone that has been taken, what about next time? Quietly plant an imaginary bomb on the Harmonic Ceremony that can blow up the entire Pinoconi? Or it doesn't seem impossible to secretly put a noise jammer on each family member's instrument before the chorus arrives.

For the first time, Sunday felt the danger of it, as long as the Harmonic Ceremony was held smoothly, the family and he naturally had the "means" to solve all problems, but now, it was not the time.

The annoying gambler, with an inexplicable smile on his face at the moment, disappeared calmly, and returned to his mouth again.

"Yo, my lord, I didn't expect you to have a habit of collecting coins, if you are really interested, I can bring my collection to me."

"That's enough."

The situation is reversed, how could Sunday not know that the guy in front of him has read the key information from his face.

Right now, it's not the best time to interrogate the gold dust.

"Mr. Dusty, don't forget, the brilliance of "harmony" in your body still exists, and the rhetoric can't be extended, your clown-like performance, bring your lowly gems, and enjoy the last life."

is not angry and arrogant, even if the cornerstone disappears in front of him, Sunday has to maintain the posture of a superior person, even if the next thing to greet him is the questioning and questioning of the family high-ups.

It's not that he didn't doubt the dust gold in front of him, but, let alone now, even the dust gold that put the cornerstone on his body at the beginning didn't have the ability to change shapes under his eyes.

This ability is more like the housekeeping skill of a masked fool, and in an instant, a woman with a red and white fox mask appeared in Sunday's mind.

"Is that her? No, she didn't take a stand against the family, after all, ........."

While thinking on Sunday, he glanced at Ladio beside him without leaving a trace.

The reason why he was able to discover the plot of the placer gold carrying the second cornerstone was also indispensable to the help of the professor.

And at this moment, Ladio's eyes looking at the two round gold coins on the table were also very wrong.

Because, in his pocket, there is also a thing that is almost identical in size and material.

Except for the red Fool's mask on the gold coin.

"Yaoluo, I have this name in my memory, but I can't remember the scene of meeting him, what's going on, my memory ........."

Ladio was thoughtful, and his mind was sharp, and he seemed to have sensed part of the truth.

The gold dust on the side, in the eyes that were almost murderous on Sunday, smiled and picked up the bag containing gift money on the ground, compared to the important cornerstone, this bit of wealth, in the per capita consumption of millions of credits, Pinocone, is so insignificant.

Of course, more than 90% of this consumption level is contributed by the famous dignitaries and business tycoons in the galaxy.

Right now, his life has been shackled and entered the countdown of the clock, but in the heart of the gold dust, there is an indescribable joy.

This kind of pleasure is not because of Sunday's deflatedness, nor because of Yaoluo's help to him, but a simple, natural, pleasure that is about to achieve his goal.

His reason for refusing Yaoluo is simple, even if Yaoluo doesn't ask him to do it, he will do the same, he will burn the city to ashes!

"Mother, sister, Mother Earth, bless me."

Holding his head high, ignoring the pain in his mind that seemed to be about to explode, the gold dust walked out of the Chaolu Mansion.

The starry sky overhead, like a shy gauze at night, conceals this dream that is about to collapse under the ice called "lie".

In the streets and alleys, the dream builders hidden in the shadows are doing their best to maintain the stability of the dream world.

Because, the ability of the envoy war, whether it is Huang Quan or Yao Luo, can easily leave irreparable scars in the dream space, it is better to say that Yao Luo and Huang Quan have not exploded the entire Pinocone Star yet, which is already very unexpected by the gold gold.

Around the Chaolu Mansion, the dreamers who usually have dreams of hedonism and syrup also noticed something wrong.

However, people who are drunk and dream of death don't care.

Even if they are killed by a meteorite falling from the sky in the next second, they probably won't give up the cup in front of them.

After staying in the dream for a long time, the boundary between life and death is gradually blurred, and the time for reality is getting less and less, and the time for dreams is getting more and more.

Now the battle between Yaoluo and Huangquan has made Su Leda sell better.

"It's ironic............"

The headache of the gold dust, looking at the mocking scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked a smile.

"What, gambler, have you given up completely?"

Ladio's voice sounded from behind the gold dust, still with the usual attitude of not being salty or light.

"Professor, there are some things that you seem to explain to me."

Holding his head, the gold dust looked at Ladio with a displeased face.

"In the mansion just now, that bastard with feathers on his head, the reason why he was able to see through my plan should also be your credit, right?"

"Well, that's right."

It's unbelievable that Ladio has made no secret of the fact that he and Sunday have reached some sort of cooperation agreement.

"You bastard!"

Looking at Ladio's face without a trace of shame, even the gold dust, who had always maintained his sanity, not only had a little more anger on his face.

"So what? Did I say that I would stand firmly on your side? There's an envoy as an ally, why don't you call him to help you and get rid of that annoying head, so you can die a little easier. ”

Ladio waved his hand, and although he was merciless, he said the current situation of the gold dust.

The baptism of "harmony" will always be rooted in the mind of the gold gold, grinding every inch of his nerves into powder, and then combining them into the appearance of "harmony".

At that time, whether the original placer gold exists or not is not something that others can know.

After all, whenever someone asks, "Are there any people who joined the 'family' and then quit?" ”

The family's spokesperson would give that trademark smile and reply, "Never." ”

Something that used to be a joke would really be rooted in the feelings of the gold duster's mind, but it was not pleasant.

"Ding!"

The golden coin streaked through the air in a fascinating trajectory and fell from Ladio's hand to the gold dust.

Almost instinctively, the gold dust caught the coin.

"Take it, I don't need the gambler's thing, this thing is left to you when you really can't think about it, flip a coin to solve the problem, how does it fit your character?"

As he spoke, Ladio also stuffed a scroll with the owl's seal on it to the gold dust.

"What, my last words?"

Dusting played with the coins in his hand, and at the end of his life, the gambler was still joking.

"Sort of, just take it as my doctor's advice to you, I really can't hold it anymore, just open it."

There was an unknown emotion in Ladio's eyes, and although he had never given the gold dust a good look on his lips, he had never given up on giving the gold dust guidance.

"Well, if I still have the strength to open it then."

A far-fetched smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he waved his hand, and the gold dust shuffled in his footsteps, holding the few things in his hand and walking into the distance.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the gold dust, Ladio hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything.

A gambler will only plunge into the deepest madness until he is about to achieve the grandest victory.

In the distance where the two were talking, a purple nightthrush that had been there for some time was using the animal's vertical pupils to overlook everything that was happening under their feet.

Whether it's Ladio and the gold dust, or the people of Pinocone who are partying, every corner, every detail, the whole Pinocone is reflected in the calm waves like water.

Among them, the dream-like spiritual ripples and the "harmony" imprint in the mind of the gold dust.

Run in the same groove.

(End of chapter)