The meeting with Tenchong The Ghost was tomorrow afternoon. Flail Awn didn't need to leave Gadros so early, but she didn't want to leave any clues about her secret investigation of Gadros, so she had to leave early to deal with Freya.
She had to act like it was real.
Freya was really going to look for her, at least before meeting with the Ghostly Fox. She had some questions to ask Freya, but she didn't know how Freya was doing at the moment.
Flail Awn didn't receive a reply for a long time. She browsed the forum for a while and was surprised to find that there were many posts about her and Gadros. There were all kinds of anonymous posts.
After browsing the forum for a while, someone patted her shoulder.
"What are you looking at?"
Flail Awn turned around. It was Freya.
"You're finally willing to come out to see me?" Flail Awn said.
Freya, who knew that she was in the wrong, rubbed her nose and smiled guiltily. "You know my situation. If I'm not careful, I'll get you into trouble. It's better if we don't meet."
"Then why aren't you afraid now?"
"Aren't you with Gadros? Why are you still worried about one, two, three, four, five?" Freya habitually touched the pigtails behind her head and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to see me?"
Flail Awn didn't answer her question directly. She just smiled strangely. "Your relationship with Thunder Lion seems a little strange."
“？？？”
Flail Awn waved her hand and skipped the topic. She thought for a while and organized her words. "How long have you known Thunder Lion?"
"About five years." Freya was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"I've been asking about Gadros for a long time, but I can't find out anything. Thunder Lion and Gadros don't have anything to do with each other, but he knows more about those things than I do." Flail Awn folded her hands and analyzed carefully. "Was he a prince or a spy?"
"…"
Flail Awn continued, "You've known him for so long, and he hasn't told you anything about the Sacred Space and Gadros?"
"I'm not too sure about that." Seeing that Flail Awn was indeed concerned, Freya could not help but become serious. "His Highness never tells me what he does. All I do is run errands and cook for him. The only person he truly trusts and acts as his right-hand man is Kamil."
Kamil?
That youth who didn't seem to be very old and didn't have a high ranking?
As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Freya reminded her, "Don't underestimate Kamil. He's just a low-profile guy."
If they were to really compare, even those in the top ten might not necessarily be able to compete with him.
Thinking of this, Freya's head hurt even more. The last few times, she and Thunder Lion narrowly missed Kamil. If it weren't for the little ball that reminded her of their coordinates in time, she would have been caught long ago.
It was definitely Kamil who gave advice to Thunder Lion!
"The situation seems to be a bit complicated." Flail Awn muttered to herself, "How does the Sacred Space have anything to do with Neptune? Or is it actually just related to Thunder Lion personally? "
It seemed that she had to ask Tenchong The Ghost if there was a complicated relationship between them.
Jia Mang was an idiot with a one-track mind. Once she set her mind on something or someone, she would follow it to the end even if she had to die. If she had asked about Gadros at the beginning, it was most likely because she wanted to find her lost eye.
However, now that things had come to this, finding the whereabouts of her eye had long been pushed to the back of her mind. The most important thing was Gadros.
That day in the Sky Garden, Gadros had personally admitted that he was willing to travel thousands of miles to another planet for the ashes of an old friend. He even flew into a rage after the ashes were dug out. This showed that he valued that old friend very much.
Thinking back to when the two met again on the Convex Planet, Gadros said something about her eye in disgust. Flail Awn could not help but wonder if there was some kind of secret connection between her eye and Gadros' old friend. If she dug deeper, did Gadros' feelings for her come from herself or from his old friend?
Most importantly, the gender of his old friend! This kind of messy feeling that could not be cut and sorted out was too irritating!
Flail Awn scratched her head. She only hoped that things would not be so dramatic.
"Flail Awn, a month is almost up." Freya suddenly reminded her. "Do you want me to accompany you to the Medical Area?"
Flail Awn was silent for a moment. She then said quietly, "No, I'll go alone this time."
The next afternoon, Flail Awn went to the meeting place with Tenchong The Ghost early.
The other party seemed to be a little surprised that she was unharmed and alive to this day. However, he kept his emotions in check. When they met, he just gave her a crystal the size of a finger and told her how to use it. After that, he put his hands in his sleeves and stood quietly to the side.
Flail Awn opened the crystal as she was told. The scene in front of her suddenly changed. A petal-like formation rose from the bottom of her feet, and a circle of dim light slowly surrounded her. Slightly brighter words gradually appeared in the air. Flail Awn quickly scanned through them, and these words turned into light spots as if they were conscious.
"How is it?" Tenchong The Ghost asked.
Flail Awn stood there with her head lowered. She did not say a word. Her long hair covered her expression. For a moment, no one could tell what she was feeling.
Tenchong The Ghost estimated the situation at hand. He was secretly deciding if he should take a step forward. Flail Awn silently raised her head. Her expression was calm.
"I'll give you the rest of the points now."
A large amount of points were transferred to other people's accounts in an instant. Flail Awn's ranking dropped by more than ten places. For those who were silently watching her, this sudden change in ranking was naturally suspicious.
After parting with Tenchong The Ghost, Flail Awn wandered outside for a while. Finally, she bumped into Thunder Lion at Wanderer's Canyon.
Thunder Lion did not seem to be in a good mood. After exchanging a few words, they began to fight. Their moves were neither ruthless nor kind. It was more like they were venting their pent-up resentment.
After the fight, the two of them squatted at the edge of the cliff and looked up at the sunset. It was as if they were in the same boat.
Thunder Lion was the first to speak, "What, did you find out the truth?"
Flail Awn calmly changed the topic, "You didn't find Freya."
Thunder Lion did not care. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and dropped Mjolnir next to Flail Awn's hand. Flail Awn did not seem to notice. She continued, "You weren't a prince in the past. You were a spy, right? You were able to find out about such a taboo experiment in the Sacred Space. You're really something. "
He was not the one who was a spy.
Thunder Lion's mouth twitched. He did not comment.
Flail Awn turned her head mechanically. She stared at him with her inorganic left eye, "You said those words to mislead me, didn't you?"
Thunder Lion smirked, "So what if I did?"
"… But you're not completely wrong." Flail Awn ignored the malice emanating from him. She frowned and her ahoge withered, "The weak are prey to the strong. The winner is king. When a person who has nothing completely loses to another person, the only price they can pay is probably their own corpse."
Just like that person, after losing to Gadros, he could not take out anything else to replace his corpse. All that was left was a cold corpse staring blankly at the sky.
It was unknown what Gadros thought when he saw that person's corpse gradually turn into ashes.
Thunder Lion snorted. It was unknown whether he agreed or disagreed.
Flail Awn stood up after she finished speaking. She turned around and walked a distance away. She paused and told him a secret that she had wanted to tell him for a long time without turning her head.
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