When Ashe and the others took the initiative to face the griffin squad, they were still thinking that, as newcomers, they should go a little easy, just beat them into submission and see if there might be a chance to negotiate in the future. But Ashe quickly realized that they were actually the ones at a disadvantage. The griffin squad flew at incredible speed. If Ashe and the others didn’t use the Movement Miracle, they couldn’t catch up. But the griffin squad excelled at creating favorable conditions; these Meteorologists never engaged Ashe’s group directly, constantly dodging and conjuring thunderstorms, tornadoes, and other extreme weather to hinder the steps of these three foreign invaders as much as possible. The Meteorologists always cast spells from the furthest safe distance. If Ashe’s group tried to counterattack, they’d immediately fly far away; if Ashe’s group tried to escape, they’d immediately give chase. Even sanctuary sorcerers were pulled around until they wanted to vomit, unable to find a chance to hide. They were hunted for a full day and night, and the number of Griffin Meteorologists only increased, even taking turns in shifts, treating Ashe’s group like they were tackling a Blade Fish Dragon. It wasn’t until their seventh failed attempt at hiding that Igor suddenly realized they might be under Miracle surveillance, which was why they were always found no matter where they hid. After multiple tests, they were certain the surveillance came from the sky, so after adding camouflage against the sky, the Griffin Meteorologists immediately lost track of their exact location. Then Ashe and the others successfully blended into a nearby town. Comparing maps, they realized they’d been chased by the Griffin Meteorologists for several hundred kilometers. Naturally, the Griffin Meteorologists wouldn’t give up so easily-if they couldn’t pinpoint their location, they’d just conduct a carpet search! To shake off their pursuers, Ashe and the others boarded a luxury train, turning around and heading straight for Galaxia. The Griffin Meteorologists would never have expected that these three foreign workers, already discovered to have no residence permits, not only didn’t flee in panic but instead brazenly headed for the capital of the Stars Kingdom, Galaxia. You could say they were very ambitious migrant workers. Dignified sanctuary sorcerers, and the first illegal thing they did in the Stars Kingdom was to ride the train without a ticket. “I’m being serious, okay? I haven’t closed my eyes for a moment,” Ashe said languidly. “But I wonder which two kids fell asleep? Sigh, taking care of two kids is so exhausting…” “I was just resting my eyes,” Harvey immediately said. “If I wanted to sleep, I’d go to my coffin, I wouldn’t just pass out standing up. But you’re right, taking care of two kids really is tiring.” Igor was almost laughing in anger. “You two actually think you’re not the kids here? If I didn’t have to look after you two giant babies, would I have ended up falling asleep in the restroom?” At that moment, the carriage door was suddenly pushed open. A handsome blond youth hurried in, passing through the carriage like a gust of wind. Ashe and the others only had time to see the person’s back, then Harvey suddenly said, “It’s a woman.” “Yeah, definitely,” Igor agreed. “And with a great figure.” “Have you two been deprived for too long? You see a good-looking guy and think it’s a woman?” Ashe rubbed his forehead. “Why don’t you go to the restroom and take care of your needs? Just don’t go together.” “Didn’t you sense it?” Igor asked. “Do you mean the smell of blood or something?” Harvey explained, “It’s that kind of scent where someone is clearly a woman but insists on acting like a man.” Ashe said, “First, are you talking about an actual scent or some kind of metaphysical intuition? Second, are you sure Tamashi is a woman?” The Con Artist and the necromancer exchanged glances. Igor was a bit uncertain. “No man could look like that, right…?” “Before I met you, I never thought a man could look so wanton either,” Ashe said. “That theory doesn’t hold up.” Harvey raised his hand. “I have evidence: the Raven’s pelvis is pretty wide, and her hips are perky and big. That proves she’s a woman, right?” “Still doesn’t hold up.” Ashe spread his hands. “Igor is enough to shatter your argument.” “You two bastards are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Igor was so angry his shoulders trembled. He said coldly, “Ashe, haven’t you always carried the Raven on your back? Didn’t you feel anything at all?” “She’s always wearing armor, her whole body is hard as a rock,” Ashe said helplessly. “How am I supposed to feel anything? Besides, I never thought about that at the time.” Igor asked with malicious intent, “So do you want the Raven to be a man or a woman?” Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 “Is that even a question?” Ashe answered instantly. “I want you all to be women!” Ashe raised his hands to block attacks from both sides and said, “Alright, alright, aren’t you both tired? Get some more sleep while you can, I’ll stay awake and keep watch. When we get to Galaxia, we’ll still have to figure out a place to stay.” Ashe naturally knew why Igor and Harvey were so exhausted-one had been reborn starting from an eyeball, the other’s body was like a ragged doll with stuffing leaking out. Though they’d finally recovered, they’d used up too much life energy. Not only did they need to eat a lot, they also needed plenty of sleep to adjust their bodies, like oiling new gears to help them mesh smoothly. Not to mention they’d just survived the Silent Spiral apocalypse, and after time trave to the Stars Kingdom, had been chased by Griffin Meteorologists for a whole day and night. Even if they were made of iron, they couldn’t withstand such relentless torment. “Yeah,” Igor covered his eyes with his arm. “I really am a bit tired… But a Con Artist wouldn’t feel sleepy in such an unsafe place. Danger is more stimulating than anything.” Ashe: “So you mean the restroom gives you a great sense of security?” Harvey propped his chin and said, “Maybe he just wants a lap pillow.” “Of course I want one too, but Alice isn’t convenient to come out, so I don’t want to sleep either.” Igor ignored their nonsense. “I noticed, Ashe, you use an accent similar to the female train attendant’s. Are you sure this is your first time in the Stars Kingdom?” Although virtual realm spirit language and text could unify information worldwide, virtual realm language was only the “official language.” Each Kingdom was an isolated island, naturally developing its own regional dialects. For example, Blood Moon language was rather convoluted, sounding like singing; Gospel language couldn’t distinguish between F and H, which sounded cute; Senlo language liked to add suffixes and drag out sounds, a bit coquettish. So when Ashe spoke to the female train attendant just now, Igor and Harvey didn’t say a word-if they spoke, the attendant would immediately realize they weren’t locals. But Ashe switched accents so naturally that the attendant didn’t notice anything wrong, let alone connect them to the foreign invaders being hunted by Griffin Meteorologists. “It really is my first time here,” Ashe said. “I just used to chat a lot with a Stars native, so I picked up the accent.” Igor nodded, then asked: “So your eagerness to go to Galaxia-is it to meet that person?”