Star Railway: The Pioneer's Journey

Chapter 232 Sunday: A Cold Back

At this moment, the head of the Oak family, one of the six major branches of the "family," was standing in this quiet corner, gazing at the distant grand theater.

—There, he will carry out a great plan.

Through their own efforts, they guide people onto the right path.

As long as the Harmonious Music Festival begins, he will be able to...

"Hello, Mr. Sunday."

A clear, melodious voice, like fine wine, suddenly came from behind, interrupting Sunday's thoughts.

He turned around and met a pair of gentle almond-shaped eyes.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself. As the head of the Oak family, you should know me quite well."

The person in front of me is smiling, but there is no warmth in their eyes.

But that indifference was well concealed beneath her gentle almond-shaped eyes, and Sunday didn't notice it at all.

He bowed to the visitor:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, True Lord Jingfeng Baiyu."

As for the turmoil in his heart, only he himself knows.

Yunzhi gestured for him to stand up: "No need for formalities. I must admit, I'm having a great time here. Pinocchio—it truly lives up to its reputation as a family-run resort."

Yun's tone was rather calm and indifferent, as if she were simply praising the prosperity of Pinocchio.

On Sunday, he smiled politely and said, "We all hope to create the perfect dreamland for this universe, but Pinocchio still has many shortcomings."

"You're too modest. To most people, this place is already fantastic."

Yun Zhi leaned closer to the railing, looking at the Grand Theater: "You'll be working hard for a long time before and after this Harmonious Music Ceremony."

When entertaining guests, one must be vigilant; one might even have to be wary of traitors within one's own ranks...

It's not easy to maintain a hound lineage.

Sunday smiled and said, "You can rest assured, my lord, the family will take care of all the guests. You can enjoy your time here to the fullest."

"Oh? That's really pleasing."

Yunzhi turned around, squinted at Sunday, and said, "But I remembered something very interesting. Would you like to hear it?"

Hearing Yunzhi say this, Sunday's eyes also showed obvious curiosity:

"If the True Lord is willing to share, I am all ears."

Yunzhi's smile widened slightly, and her expression looked very gentle.

On Sunday, I inexplicably felt a sense of danger.

What Yunzhi asked next sent chills down his spine.

"Before going to Pinocchio, I made a special trip to meet with the Lord of Harmony."

If someone else were to casually mention meeting a star deity, they would probably be considered mentally unstable by Sunday.

But if it's the opening of the clouds...

The nature of these things is truly quite different.

Because almost everyone in this universe knows that if the First Envoy wants to see a star god, he really can.

At this moment, a chilling glint was hidden in Yun Zhi's smile:

"The Heavenly Lord told me that the music from Pinocchio is out of tune; there seems to be some background noise..."

"I think the Heavenly Emperor wouldn't casually use something like this to tease a mere messenger like me."

Yun Zhi moved a little closer, his voice low:

"So, Mr. Sunday, what's your opinion?"

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Yunzhi is talking to Sunday over here, and they're having a great time.

On the other side, "Sambo" no longer wanted to wait for the Star to complete the game, so he left first.

Of course, "Sambo" is not Sambo.

Her name is Hanabi.

"The Masked Fool" Fireworks.

The stars are always interesting, and Aha is a prime example. He blesses the “Mourning Actors” who oppose him, but ignores the “Taverns” who champion pleasure.

Well, to be precise, it's not exactly ignoring them... but at least in terms of treatment, they are certainly not as well off as those who mourn the actors.

But the tavern continues to follow the path of "pleasure".

Compared to the Annihilation Gang, they should be slightly better.

Fireworks, on the other hand, was hired by someone to come here to do something big.

Hmm, this is a big deal!

Fireworks hummed an unknown tune, skipping and hopping across the golden street.

She did not ignore the figure that had been following her.

Therefore, she deliberately slowed down her pace so that the person behind her could keep up better.

Look, what a good person she is.

Quickly say thank you, Hanabi-sama.

However, Hanabi couldn't resist any longer once she reached a secluded spot.

"Hey, is your way of attracting girls' attention just by blatantly following them? It's been almost half a system hour already."

Hanabi's tone was sarcastic.

Behind her, the blond-haired Sand Gold man stepped forward with a broad smile: "To be precise, it was forty-five minutes. Pleasant times always fly by, don't they?"

Hanabi snorted and leaned closer: "Little peacock, you have beautiful eyes. Are you from Tsigania?"

"Want a further hint? Like, I'm an Evgeny."

Fireworks smiled and said:

"My eyesight may not be as good as yours, but I'm not blind."

She put her hands on her hips, her small stature belying her imposing presence: "Who in the entire universe doesn't know you Tzegannes? Born liars, thieves, socialites... truly deserving of the name of honeyed words and daggers."

Hanabi suddenly remembered something and changed her mind:

"--Well, maybe the Evgenians are an exception. You and your sister are no longer Tsiganians. With the First Envoy taking care of you, I doubt anyone would dare to say that."

One of only two Evgenians in the entire universe is right before their eyes, and it's no exaggeration to say that the First Envoy has been very kind to them.

After all, who doesn't know that Director Sand Gold is the First Envoy's personal host at the company? The First Envoy likes him very much.

Hanabi had a mocking look on her face.

Gold dust: For some reason, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.

"Thanks to the True Lord's kindness, we were fortunate enough to escape that homeland that threatened our lives. It is our duty to do our part for the True Lord, isn't it?"

Ignoring the strange gaze that seemed to come from hundreds of light-years away, Sand Gold continued to speak with a smile.

Hanabi lowered her hand, still smiling, but her eyes were full of indifference: "Put away your playful tongue, little peacock, please go back. We are fools, not idiots, and we don't intend to play friend games with the company's lapdogs."

"As for what you just said, it would be more appropriate to say it to the First Envoy. I think he was heading to Edion Park. You should go there quickly; you might still see him."

Before the words were even finished, Hanabi saw that Sand Gold's body leaned back noticeably, and his feet unconsciously twisted.

It seemed like they were planning to turn around and leave.

But he did not leave.

"Oh? Is that true? You've never made friends with anyone at the company?"

Fireworks: Why didn't he just leave?

"Do you think I haven't read Pinocchio's history? Don't try to drag me into your boring office politics."

"Fool—from the moment you accepted the invitation to this grand event, you had no choice. Choose sides in time, or you'll end up losing everything."

"You sound very confident, as if you've already won over that chicken-winged boy in the family."

Fireworks ignored Sandstone's threatening words: "Come on, you guys only know how to use others as bargaining chips. Don't be so smug, okay?"

Sand Gold laughed and said, "Aren't chips good? At the gambling table, only chips can prevent you from losing everything. You see, Liu Guangyiting's friends who transformed into the Starry Sky Train all understand this principle. They are very smart."

"But smart people don't get involved in the first place. Look, am I smarter? Or if I do get involved, I can get out at any time and completely change the course of the game—the First Commander can do that."

"Unfortunately, I don't possess the overwhelming strength of the First Commander, so perhaps I should avoid conflict if possible?"

Fireworks chuckled:

"—Let me give you a reminder: instead of inviting people to join you everywhere, you should go directly to the First Envoy for help. Otherwise, your company and family will end up fighting each other to the death, angering the True Lord, and letting the Immortal Boat Alliance get away with it."

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Sand Gold asked back.

Hanabi: "...Okay, so you don't care about that. Here's a hint: since you can't convince anyone, why not consider making friends with a mute person? At least they won't argue with you, haha."

She left with a smile.

As Sand Gold watched her retreating figure, his smile widened.

"Thank you! I will remember to be friends with a mute person."

A mute? This was already a very obvious clue, and he could start preparing his next plan.

and so……

Is Zhenjun really in Edion Park right now?