Unfortunately, the train had already departed. It wasn't realistic for Chen Luo to return to Fire Moth and leave behind some more Paradise Gold Coins, and mailing them by courier was even less realistic.
So they could only wait fifteen days for Chen Luo to return before discussing it again.
And so that Dr. Mei wouldn't worry herself sick on the other end of the communicator, Number 17 didn't tell Dr. Mei that Chen Luo had quite a few Paradise Gold Coins.
Number 17 was doing this for Dr. Mei. Yes, that was it.
As he fed Ismar and sensed Number 17's mental activity, Chen Luo couldn't help sighing over how utterly the Herrscher of Corrosion countered mechanical bodies.
Sigh, if not for the fact that forcing a melon off the vine made it taste bad, Chen Luo would have long since hugged Number 17 and gone crazy.
A forcibly picked melon might not be sweet, but it quenched thirst... That saying only applied when the melon didn't belong to you.
Heh heh heh, Number 17 would fall into Chen Luo's hands sooner or later!
After all, the future Number 17 was supposed to carry out the Stigmata Project and infiltrate the Honkai Consciousness as a spy—or rather, become the Honkai Consciousness.
Wasn't that practically a delivery straight to his door?
"What kind of ending could possibly justify all the hardships along the way?"
"...You must be Dr. Chen Luo, right? Did anything unexpected happen during your journey?" The Mu Continent government employee looked at Chen Luo, whose eyes seemed perpetually brimming with tears, then glanced at the sea of people constantly streaming out behind him and began to worry.
The Fire Moth members before him didn't seem injured at all.
And the passengers pouring out behind them, though