The Countdown to the Crimson Troupe's Curtain Call / Gazing at the Stars Is a Technical Job-Don't Expect It to Make Money

"An apology is unnecessary. I only hope that you will abide by the laws of Utopia; otherwise, I have an obligation to provide this Ursus man with appropriate humanitarian asylum."

The staff member didn't say much, but simply returned to their post, glancing with pity at the Ursus man still doing odd jobs.

This world truly needs the Lord's purification!

This young man did almost everything, even taking care of everyone's food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

The Abundance Warrior disguised as a guard beside him nodded silently, thankful that the staff hadn't accepted the gem; otherwise, this Utopian citizen would have lost his job as a border affairs receptionist.

"Da Suo, it seems this is the one the lord wanted me to keep a close eye on. A very typical tragic figure, from the bottom of the troupe," the guard muttered to himself.

The ordinary staff members were unaware of the Crimson Troupe's origins, but as a warrior with Abundance power, he had already done his homework.

Chapter 417: The Crimson Troupe's Finale Countdown

"Sir, please have your meal here. Don't be afraid, Utopia will ensure your safety."

The staff dragged the Ursus man, nicknamed "Da Suo," into the workshop and handed him over to the guards.

"Sir, you seem to be in trouble. Are you being held hostage by these people?" the Abundance Warrior asked, following the steps given by the lord.

"Rest assured, the security measures in this room are extremely comprehensive. Even the Witch King might not be able to hear what's going on inside."

Unexpectedly, Da Suo burst into tears, tearfully accusing the Throat Tongue outside the door, as well as the Troupe Leader and playwright who were nothing short of devils.

"These demons have imprisoned me for over ten years; many have died at their hands..."

Da Suo recounted his experiences over the years, including the numerous crimes committed by the Crimson Troupe.

The number is simply too numerous to count.

"Understood." The Abundance Warrior put away the recording equipment and then said, "I'll give you two choices. The first is to seek refuge in Utopia. I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety and send you back to Ursus. The second choice, however, requires your courage."

The Da Suo seemed puzzled, Abundance Warrior patiently explained:

"Since the other party has not actually set foot on the territory of Utopia, and we suspect that the Crimson Troupe has the ability to teleport, I need your help. If you choose the second option, I need you to become an inside agent for the troupe, which is quite risky, and could even cost you your life."

"While I don't intend to use moral blackmail to constrain you, evil deserves a fair trial, and Utopia is the perfect stage for this. Are you willing to risk your life to believe in the justice we are upholding?"

Da Suo desperately craves freedom, so he might very well choose to run away, but he also knows that.

If the Crimson Troupe isn't wiped out, even if the Troupe Leader isn't interested in him, that announcer will definitely not let him go.

Even if I return to Ursus, they will likely capture me again.

To be a hero or a coward?

Da Suo already knew the answer in his heart; his mind was on the verge of collapse, and all his current actions were merely a pretense of strength.

Death was even a relief for him, but sometimes even death is a carefully planned ending by the announcer.

I will use all my strength to seize fate by the throat!

For freedom, I'll do anything!

Da Suo made up his mind, his tone firm:

"Sir, I believe in you, and I believe in Utopia. Although I don't understand why your country is at odds with the Crimson Troupe, I believe in your justice."

"In that case, please go back first, and remember to take some hot tea with you."

Da Suo went back, and as usual, unleashed an unimaginable display of acting skills.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash; he doesn't even dare to run away."

The Throat Tongue, as always, launched into abusive remarks, but secretly rejoiced that the performance hadn't run away on its own.

After all, he had been training them for a very long time, just waiting for the most tragic scene to unfold.

The Troupe Leader didn't look up, but his expression wasn't good, because Utopia still hadn't given any accurate information.

He really wanted to get into this country, and if he couldn't do it openly, he would have to sneak in secretly.

Utopia's territory is vast; Gaul and Leithanian combined are not as large as this country.

The people here possessed a vitality he had never seen before, like Firstborn Elf, untouched by the pollution of the world.

Destroying beautiful things is an art, and even more so, an ultimate aesthetic that the Troupe Leader considers to be the ultimate form of beauty.

He couldn't wait to see the Utopia's Lord's corrupted state.

Based on current information, this Utopia's Lord is likely a Long-lived species, but not an Immortals.

There is a difference between Long-lived species and Immortals, because the latter requires a certain age.

When it comes to escaping, no one on this land can compare to the Crimson Troupe.

The Troupe Leader has many trump cards that no one could imagine, given that the organization has committed countless murders in multiple countries and almost always escaped unscathed.

Is this little animal always this arrogant?

The Troupe Leader's arrogant and smug demeanor even made the Cyber Ghost watching the show from above unable to suppress a smile.

Unfortunately, since the Miss Doctor hasn't woken up yet, the Cyber Ghost, who has completely given up, is trying to find some fun for herself.

Although he didn't consider these small animals to be truly free creatures, what could he do when someone liked them?

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well watch some animal documentaries.

She was already quite tired of watching Huang Cao "fight" with her pet and other small animals on this Terra's land every day.

[Presumably, thanks to that guy's initiative, this time should be achieved soon... but the extent of the resistance remains to be seen.]

Meanwhile, in faraway Columbia.

Tremon University.

"I heard that a big shot has emerged in our school in recent years. Apparently, he's a descendant of some nobleman from Utopia. He's got a lot of influence, and he's instantly become the darling of all departments."

In an empty classroom at a Columbia University, a young couple, a Perro and a woman, stood arm in arm, their expressions vacant, holding their newly acquired marriage certificate.

However, judging from the woman's posture, she was already several months pregnant.

"We got married a bit too quickly; we haven't even thought about what to do afterward."

The woman, who identified herself as Madam Wright, said that the man with his arm around her shoulder was her husband, whose surname was Wright.

Therefore, these two people are also known to later generations as the Wright couple.

"The shaman from Sami said it's a girl, darling, what do you think she should be named?"

"How about we name her Kristen Wright?"

Mr. Wright replied, while both of them kept their eyes fixed on the drawing in their hands.

Madam Wright: "With this fuel ratio, the rocket can only fly to a maximum altitude of about 3,000 meters. The budget is really limited, and we have to think of another way."

Mr. Wright shook his head. "But where can we find so much funding? Tremon University isn't well-funded either; most people's research focuses on Originium, not the stars above."

The two were very frustrated by this, and they were also unable to secure funding from the Columbia Ministry of Defense.

The Ministry of Defense has set its sights on the distant Sami, using it as a pretext to conduct scientific research there and excavate some ancient ruins.

Although it's unclear what the Columbia leadership was thinking, or why they knew there were ruins there.

"Perhaps there is one more person who can help us, that Water Elf named Młynar. Her Ecology Department has the most abundant funding of all departments, and has almost never been shortchanged on any funding. In fact, the school's higher-ups are quite wary of her."

Młynar's nationality is Utopia.

Why would Tremon University's high school place such importance on this little Elf from Utopia?

While Columbia policy welcomes scientists from all countries to conduct research here, there's no need to pour all resources into her.

Let's test just how powerful your connections really are!

Chapter 418: Stargazy Pie is a skill, you can't expect to make money from it.

"How dare you two barge into my lab! And you're pregnant, aren't you afraid my flowers will eat you up?"

After receiving the message from the artificial intelligence in her lab, Młynar immediately dropped what she was doing and ran back.

Because if it were any later, the two of them, along with the child in the woman's womb, would all turn into nutrients for the plants.

To put it simply, the environment inside the Ecology Department founded by Młynar is very close to that of a primeval forest.

If you put it next door, it's a low-budget version of Katach, only the plants are drawn in a cuter style.

The question is how these two people managed to get in; I remember setting a combination lock before they left.

"Hmm, I accidentally entered the correct password."

Mr. Wright blushed slightly, not because he accidentally pressed the wrong button, but because he had broken open the door using mathematics and various instruments.

But to their surprise, as soon as they broke down the door, they were swallowed up by a huge bunch of plant tentacles.

"So it's still illegal trespassing, I'd better call the police."

Młynar is no innocent girl; she won't hold back when it comes to disciplining people.

If I had arrived a few minutes later, the plant's digestive juices would have been secreted, and neither of the two Perro's bones would have been left.

"I'm very sorry Ms. Młynar, we were being presumptuous, but we really have something we need to discuss with you today, or rather, we'd like to ask for your help."

Młynar: "You trespassed into someone else's research institute and then wanted my help? I really want to pry open your brains and see if they're full of water?"

The little Elf smiled too; in other people's eyes, she was indeed a lively and adorable girl next door.

But the situation is different now.

These two guys almost caused a major disaster, so to avoid a recurrence, we have to be serious.

The Wright couple didn't say anything, but simply handed over a slightly crumpled document.

"A space program? Breaking through the barriers of Terra to fly into the sky and find another habitat—is this really not just a project designed to scam funding?"

Młynar only glanced at it before silently condemning the project to death in his mind.

It's not impossible, but rather unlikely in this era.

Why?

How can countries possibly have the energy to look up at the Stargazy Pie when they haven't even finished dealing with their own domestic problems?

Therefore, this era was destined not to belong to aviation, and even utopia did not develop in this direction.

Regarding matters of aviation, Młynar had already heard about them from her Brother Acao; it would be at least several decades before Terra would have the energy to Stargazy Pie.

However, this is based on Huang Cao having a prophetic perspective, so he doesn't need to build special equipment to break open the Star Pod to verify his conjecture.

Therefore, we can avoid many detours and directly enter the era of interstellar colonization after unifying Terra.

"Hmm, you want my research funding? I can provide that."

Młynar was already aware of their intentions, and considering their sincerity, she wasn't unwilling to provide them with funds.

"Although my research institute has ample funds, building a rocket is simply too expensive. Even if I were to lose my entire fortune, I might not succeed. Therefore, I can only offer a friendly donation. Once it's successful, just send me a copy of the data."

At this moment, Młynar had no idea that the two of them were thinking such crazy things.

Perhaps they hadn't paid attention to it in the first place, and Młynar was unaware that the two intended to go directly up there physically...

That evening, the Wright couple returned to their rented apartment with a card in their hand.

Madam Wright flicked the Gold Card in her hand. "Utopia Bank... It seems this young lady is more powerful than we imagined. The funds in this card aren't much, but at least it can guarantee us a comfortable life from now on."

"I can't believe it went so smoothly. You have to admit, they're really rich. We finally don't have to eat boiled potatoes every day anymore."

Mr. Wright sank into the sofa, a smile spreading across his face.

The journey of starting a business is always full of hardships. It's not that they can't find good jobs, but that they want to make their own way in the world.

Conquering a country is difficult, but maintaining it is even more difficult, especially since their ideas are too far-fetched.

What benefits would I gain from opening up the night sky for Columbia capitalists? Are there government subsidies?

Get out of here, all projects that can't make money!

The Wright couple also had a limited understanding of business, especially since their promises were far too ambitious.

If successful, humanity could set foot on another planet a few hundred years from now.

But a century later, most of them had died, and most of the ethnic groups in Columbia were short-lived.