The travel agency just added another person—an iron puppet nad "Luna."
The amazing part is, even after the new mber joined, the human count at No. 66 Wutong Road didn’t really increase.
However, Yu Sheng was quite open-minded about this, seeing as the first "one of his own kind" he t in this world was crafted out of clay and wire. His requirents for organization mbers were always low, basically just "alive, human-like, and can speak human language," and Luna just barely t these three requirents...
After this, the first task Yu Sheng assigned to Luna was to learn the nas of each mber of the travel agency.
"Yu-Sheng." She first struggled a bit but managed to learn Yu Sheng’s na.
Next, she pointed at the demon fox girl and stuttered as she said Hu Li’s na: "Hu, Hu... Li."
Finally, there was a tiny puppet standing with arms crossed, looking proud on the coffee table—Luna pointed at the puppet, and from within ca a stuttering yet vague voice: "Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai..."
Hu Li couldn’t hold it in halfway and burst out laughing.
Erin glared at the fox girl, just about to ask what she was laughing at, when Luna finally said her na: "Ai-Lin."
The little puppet still stared, feeling like sothing was off, but couldn’t figure it out after thinking for a while, so she let it go.
Next up was showing the new mber around the house and arranging a place for her to stay.
Yu Sheng took "Luna" for a tour around No. 66 Wutong Road and then said to her upon returning to the living room: "That’s basically it. Currently, there’s an empty room on the first floor of this house that’s quite nice. There’s an empty room on the second floor too, but it’s a bit peculiar and not recomnded for people. Then there’s the basent and attic... they’re clean and spacious, but I think you’d better stay on the first floor. Also, there’s your usual, uh..."
He trailed off as he looked subtly at the iron puppet in front of him, beginning to brainstorm.
A two-ter-tall iron puppet... what living supplies does she need? How does she shower? Does she need new clothes? Any requirents for beds and bedding? She probably doesn’t need to eat... So what does she need? WD-40?
Luna tilted her head in confusion, looking at the fox girl beside her, finally squeezed out a few words: "Yu Sheng, not moving, thinking?"
"The Savior often does this," Hu Li said, unfazed, while munching on a half-eaten chicken leg, "He’s probably considering what things you’ll need living here. When I moved in, I often made him worry too."
Luna understood, and after a mont, she suddenly reached out and touched Yu Sheng’s shoulder.
"Holy-Coffin." She said sowhat vaguely.
Yu Sheng didn’t catch it the first ti: "Huh, what?"
"Holy Coffin." Luna repeated, this ti clearer than before.
Yu Sheng took a few seconds to realize what she ant: "You an, you have to sleep in that iron coffin?!"
Luna slowly nodded, then perhaps worried about misunderstanding, added two more words with difficulty: "Must-have."
Yu Sheng blinked, this ti fully grasping it.
"You an, you must rest in that ’Holy Coffin,’ so there’s no need to arrange a room for you here?"
"Mm."
Yu Sheng scratched his head; this wasn’t the plan initially.
But he thought about Hu Li’s tail-launching trick and Erin’s ability to split herself into four, feeling a sense of relief.
The Boundary Land itself was known for its outstanding talents and remarkable character, so it was understandable for his agency mbers to be sowhat peculiar. Compared to Snow White’s seven Thunderbolt Titans, having a new mber who just needs to sleep in a coffin wasn’t worth getting worked up over—he was planning on getting Erin so small boxes...
"Okay, then you’ll continue sleeping in that ’Holy Coffin Room,’ since that ship is now part of the travel agency, and the cultists on board have been swept clean," Yu Sheng said, stroking his chin while looking at Luna, "But in that case, you’re still kind of inconvenienced... I’ll open a door in the basent that leads directly to the Holy Coffin Room."
With that, the matter was settled.
Just then, Yu Sheng suddenly thought of sothing else.
He examined the iron puppet in front of him.
"Luna, do you rember... anything about that ’wilderness’?"
Luna didn’t respond for a mont, just emitted a low hum from within.
Erin was startled upon hearing this: "Huh? It crashed again?!"
As soon as the words fell, Luna turned her gaze toward the direction of the little puppet, then lifted her hand, making a sword-slashing gesture in the void, as if using this thod to summon an unreliable mory fragnt. Then she nodded: "I rember."
Erin stood there dumbfounded for a mont, and upon realizing, she exploded in anger: "I’ve tolerated you for too long, Type-C Clasp! I bet you’re doing this on purpose!"
The next second, she jumped up in rage and lunged at the iron puppet before her, her fists swinging in the air like shadows—only to be easily caught by the latter, unable to triumph with all her might, her fully stretched arms couldn’t even reach its elbows...
But Erin’s strength lay in her numbers; with one body caught, the other three quickly charged in, attacking from all angles without martial virtue, hanging all over Luna—only to find that their loud commotion and kicking did nothing to break her defense.
Luna didn’t even resist. Upon realizing she felt nothing from these dwarves clinging to her, she simply let go of Erin. Then, after pondering seriously for a few seconds, she added to Yu Sheng: "Thought, dreaming."
Yu Sheng initially thought to control the situation so Erin wouldn’t go overboard, but seeing this, he decided not to bother. Then after hearing Luna’s response, he briefly contemplated: "You’re saying, from your perspective, you thought you were dreaming?"
Luna nodded lightly.
Yu Sheng slightly furrows his brow, pondering deeply.
Luna hesitated montarily before breaking the silence again, curiously asking: "Then, not a dream? What is it?"
She tried several tis before articulating these words clearly.
"Sanctuary," replied Hu Li next to her, having finally finished gnawing on the drumstick and now pulling a bun from her tail. "The soul Sanctuary, I’ve been there before!"
"For those who co into contact with my blood, there are two outcos," Yu Sheng further explained, "For enemies, I can erode and control them; for allies, I open doors for them, granting permissions and protection.
"During the final battle in the Holy Coffin room, to nd your body, I perford the final step of ’Blood Transfer’ for you like an ally, repairing your shell while granting you access to the Sanctuary Wilderness.
"But your condition was terrible at that ti. I suspect this process might have even intensified your mind’s fragntation, causing part of your mind to drift into the Sanctuary Wilderness, while another part remained in the Holy Coffin..."
Luna listened intently, seemingly still trying to comprehend and digest what Yu Sheng had said. She recalled her several encounters and battles with him, rembering the feeling the first ti she was stained by that blood: panic, anger, and even terror.
Back then, the cognition veil was still effective, covering her perception and understanding of the entire world with a layer of lies. She felt that indescribable horrifying pollution seeping through her limbs, inch by inch penetrating her soul. She rembered even severing her own arm, yet the erosion kept spreading within her, even temporarily reaching the knights connected to her mind...
It took until the veil shattered, until Yu Sheng pushed her into the Holy Coffin, and the lid was closed that she felt the peace and tranquility behind the erosion.
And after that, she had a dream.
She dread of standing in an endless wilderness, with grand torrents of souls rushing through the high sky, a magnificent mountain standing at the end of the wilderness and torrents, and a weighty, solemn door perched above the mountain.
She dread of a grand bonfire fueled by hardships, emitting flas called "hope," burning brightly in the wilderness, guarded by her and her knights, while discussing and planning their future journey in the wild.
She even dread of an indescribably grand voice conversing with her, gentle and friendly... seed like Yu Sheng? Yet she was muddled, unable to hear clearly.
Oh, she also dread of a small dwarf, jumping up and down the side while the grand voice spoke.
Very noisy.
So she patted it lightly—just a light pat, yet the small dwarf was smacked straight into the ground.
Luna suddenly awoke from the mory, noticing the dwarves hanging on her arms, shoulders, neck, and thighs, numbering four.
Three were dead, one alive, or perhaps all dead, or maybe all alive.
Truly strange life forms, hardly resembling normal creatures of this world.
But it’s okay, no need to think too much, the dwarves are friends, new family mbers in the "travel agency."
Luna laughed, picked Erin off her arm, holding her in front, gazing at her earnestly, and spoke clearly: "No fighting, fighting is bad."
Erin was suddenly dumbfounded, lifted by the "Artificial Saintess" into the air, and wondered if it was an illusion, feeling that the always smiling, hollow and cold pale face seed to have gained so warmth, even the smile transforming into a real, living expression.
"Uh," Erin scratched her head, and her other three bodies climbed down from Luna’s form, "Was quite a fierce battle—since you admit defeat, we won’t fight. Okay, I spare you, Type-C Clasp!"
Luna slowly nodded and gently placed Erin on the ground.
"Okay, little dwarf."
Two seconds later, No. 66 Wutong Road echoed with the furious roar of a little puppet:
"...C·Type·Clasp! You were doing that on purpose!!"
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