Administrative District, historical and cultural museum
On March 7th, Xing and others found Topaz looking at the paintings in the exhibition.
"A painting from 600 years ago... tentatively valued at 270,000... there are 34 such paintings, that's 9,180,000..."
"She's already estimated the value of these ancient paintings; no wonder she's from the [ Strategic Investment Department ]."
Hearing March 7th's complaints, Topaz was surprised, "... Oh dear, it's the two of you again! What kind of divine coincidence is this, running into each other three times in one day!"
Fate is truly wondrous.
For some reason, this sentence popped into Xing's mind automatically.
"Have you seen this painting? Although I don't know much about art appreciation, I can probably glean some insights from the painter's brushstrokes."
Since things have come to this point, let's change the subject.
Seeing Xinghe and March 7th appear here again, Topaz even wondered if he had been fitted with a surveillance camera... and the private contact information he added didn't have an intelligent reply function.
To find her so quickly, she truly deserves to be called the Nameless of [ Trailblaze ]. It's a real shame she didn't join the Guard Reconnaissance Department.
"How should I put it? The whole picture conveys a kind of... sadness. Not the fleeting sadness that ordinary people experience when things don't go their way... but a feeling that is much longer and more profound."
"That sense of melancholy seems to encapsulate history; through his brushstrokes, the painter has summarized the suffering of several generations—no, dozens of generations—of the Belobog family."
"I never knew Miss Topaz was so knowledgeable about art; I truly admire her!"
Xing clasped his hands in a fist and started a mutual flattery session.
"No, no, it's just some random analysis. It's definitely not comparable to professionals. The Astral Express has been to so many places, and the [ Nameless ] are all very knowledgeable. They're definitely much better than me in this regard."
"To put it more bluntly, what I value isn't its drawing technique," Topaz explained to them.
"If I were to value this painting at 200,000, at least 50,000 to 60,000 of that would be based on its [added value]."
In the eyes of Interastral Peace Corporation, "value" is above all else; they do not delve into the historical significance of each collection.
Seeing that the conversation was really going off-topic, March 7th spoke up to remind them, "Uh... I didn't mean to interrupt your elegant topic, but actually we have something else we'd like to discuss with you..."
"Oh? Is that so? Please feel free to speak. Perhaps you two are already planning to discuss potential business collaborations with me?"
"Not really, actually we..."
Topaz suddenly turned around and pointed ahead. "... Ah, how about we chat while we walk around? This way!"
"Most of the exhibits in this museum are rather uninteresting. But with a discerning eye, you're bound to find gems hidden in the dust."
"Miss Topaz, we've already heard from Bronya about Belobog's debt problems..."
"... Oh, she told you two everything? You two are quite close. What's up? Do you perhaps want to discuss some finance-related issues with me?"
He immediately bombarded March 7th with three questions, completely shutting down his brain.
"We... Oh dear, Xing, please help! I'm really bad at this..."
"Just say what you want to say," Xing said, then cleared her throat with her milk tea. "We want to plead for Bronya; the company's demands are unreasonable!"
"Haha~ You're so direct, I appreciate that!" Topaz was amused. These Nameless were quite humorous, and their way of speaking was gentle at first and then firm.
"Indeed, I understand. From your perspective, this certainly doesn't make sense, does it?"
"Different perspectives lead to different viewpoints, which is normal. For me, debt collection is my job... I've seen cases even more difficult than Belobog's."
Xing frowned; she seemed to know how to refute Topaz's statement.
"Most individuals or organizations that cannot repay on time have their own difficulties, but if I treat every project as an [exception]... the entire galaxy's economic system would probably collapse."
"What a cold-blooded way of thinking..."
"Hehe~ I've heard similar things many times, really. The [ Strategic Investment Department ] has seen countless cases of debtors unable to repay in cash, and we offer more than one solution."
"However, Jarilo-VI's overdue payments have exceeded the due date by far too long, and many of the more lenient solutions are probably no longer applicable."
"So, I suggested to Bronya... Oops, I almost leaked a trade secret, thank goodness!"
Topaz stopped there, but when she looked up, she saw March 7th rummaging through something.
" March 7th, don't let us down at this crucial moment!"
"Don't rush me~ It definitely won't get lost... Ah, I found it!"
The next second, Topaz saw March 7th pull out a box...
Soap?
"As Miss Topaz said, different perspectives lead to different viewpoints. So... what about ' Eternity '?" Xingjiang tossed the [∞]-shaped soap on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.
At the Goethe Hotel, a Warp Trotter bank lay comfortably in front of Ye Yan, sipping milk tea.
"Um..."
Ye Yan watched the [ Numby ] tumbling around and fell into deep thought. Did it possess some kind of physique that attracted Warp Trotter?
Blink! Blink!
Fulisina sat beside Ye Yan, elegantly sipping Goethe's classic hand-drip coffee, "I stood at the edge of the snow country at the first light of dawn, clutching this pitch-black Holy Grail filled with the primordial chaos."
To be a qualified priest, one must Guild professional voice acting skills.
"Look! The ominous vortex churning in the cup is a seed of curse from the abyss of purgatory, tempered a thousand times in the furnace, finally becoming this light-devouring antimatter... ugh, dark matter!"
Fulisina quickly changed her tune, saying that when people mention "antimatter," the first thing that comes to mind is probably the " Antimatter Legion," and a cup of coffee shouldn't be compared to them.
After saying that, she took a big sip, her pupils contracted sharply, and visible dark golden energy ripples erupted from her body!
To be a qualified priest, one must Guild professional light pollution effects.
"Ahem... Let's have afternoon tea, don't be so jumpy and scare the others."
Ye Yan added that he hadn't expected to see Fulisina in Belobog; he had assumed she had gone to Penacony ahead of time.
As she drained the last drop of Abyss (coffee) from her cup, Fulisina's eyes flashed with a sharp light! With a light touch of her toes, her figure, like a phantom tearing through the morning mist, swiftly leaped to Numby's side.
This was not an ordinary crouching stance, but rather like a hunter poised to pounce, with one knee on the ground and one hand lightly pressing down, forming a perfect defensive posture.
At this moment, her gaze was no longer a simple observation! Her sharp eyes, like the edge of a tempered blade, seemed to pierce through Numby's soul!
"Ah~ Such a spirit pet, join our [ Church of Eternity ]! No fees whatsoever!"
Upon hearing her first words, Ye Yan nearly spat out his milk tea. The Church's membership had dwindled to the point where they needed to recruit members from Warp Trotter?!