Deceiving

The imperial princess of her imagination was elegant and composed, with skin white as snow, hair gleaming like molten gold, dressed in gowns like a spotless angel.

The one before her was beautiful, certainly, but she had short hair, wore denim, and had all manner of metal accessories on her clothes. Her hobbies were street racing and mechanical modifications. Though she had no tattoos, she was unmistakably Wasteland mechanical punk.

She had never imagined that the royal family, which had always presented itself as noble and dignified, would have an imperial princess like this.

At the same time, she roughly understood why this princess was so obscure. Though people were open-minded nowadays, this sort of style would undoubtedly be hard for many citizens to accept.

Still, though her mind was bursting with snark, she did not work slowly.

Yesterday, though Zhao Cheng himself had not appeared, aside from the projection equipment on the sofa, he had left behind a backpack beneath it. Inside was a computer.

When it came to being a boss, Zhao Cheng was undoubtedly conscientious. He did not make his "employee" spend her own money preparing equipment.

And this computer gave her a glimpse of Deyu's skill as a phantom thief. It was not merely a matter of the computer's specifications; more importantly, it contained a vast number of auxiliary programs. She could say without exaggeration that with these, plus a few programs she had compiled herself, her abilities had increased by more than double.

Through such details alone, Zhao Cheng had already crafted the image of a capable phantom thief.

The sky was darkening when Zenia sat on the balcony, sketching out a draft.

From the lines already taking shape, it was clear that this was something extraordinarily strange—something no one could possibly guess the