The next day.
The one who came to the museum was none other than a certain Zeig.
Alice couldn't help but feel a little surprised by this:
"Huh, I thought Mr. Dan Heng would be the one coming today."
"Heh, what is he? He even lost to me at rock-paper-scissors—he's dead last!"
Zeig swaggered into the general area, excited as he said:
"Open up the inner perimeter of the general area today too, didn't you message me yesterday saying preparations were pretty much done?"
Alice followed behind, clenching her hands worriedly:
"This… isn't it a bit too soon? How about we ask Lady Pela?"
The museum was very quiet at this time.
Since it wasn't opening hours yet, only Alice and Zeig were inside.
Plus a group of Silvermane Guards stationed dispersed outside the museum.
In the serene general area hall, Zeig's voice rang out clearly:
"Ask what? I'm the executive officer—her authority isn't even higher than mine."
After hearing this, Alice immediately covered her small mouth in shock:
"Executive Officer, you've finally remembered this?!"
"Tch, it was always the case. Mere Dan Heng and March 7th nobodies trying to butt in—they have any right to speak over me?"
Under Zeig's instructions, the museum's other staff gradually arrived and placed the exhibits for the inner perimeter of the general area one by one.
Now, the museum's general area was finally complete!
"Excellent." Zeig looked at the exhibition area before him and laughed loudly:
"My great undertaking has taken another step forward, hahahahaha—!!"
Click—
A pitch-black gun barrel pressed against the back of Zeig's head.
Zeig: "…"
Pela held the pistol steady and said gravely:
"Are you sure you want to open this section now too? Let me tell you, our museum staff aren't enough—even Serval from yesterday was someone I dragged in."
"If we open this too, tourists will undoubtedly increase, and accordingly, we'll need more staff."
Zeig raised both hands and slowly turned around:
"What's the problem? If we're short on people, just recruit more. Our museum is so big—we have to hire eventually. These exhibition areas can't stay closed forever, right?"
Pela aimed the pistol at Zeig's forehead, suspicious:
"You mean you've already found candidates?"
"Nope."
Pela: "…"
Zeig: "…"
…
Inside the museum.
Two more gunshots rang out.
"Bang bang—!!"
The birds perched on the building's roof were startled and hurriedly flew away.
The news of the general area's full opening had already spread before Pela arrived. Backtracking now would undoubtedly ruin the tourists' mood.
…
Thus.
The museum gained a white-haired girl, who was currently hugging the materials for those exhibits and constantly scratching her head.
Pela came to the white-haired girl's side worriedly and asked softly:
"Um, Miss Kiana… are you really okay with this?"
"This… uh… er, I think it should be fine? Hahahaha." Kiana laughed awkwardly a few times.
Pela always had a strange feeling about this helper Zeig had called in.
She just felt… like she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Hahahahahaha—!! You had the great Herrscher of Sentience do this? Are you serious? Really serious? I think you're just senile!!" Nearby, a lady was laughing uproariously.
Then, without further ado, she turned into golden light particles and vanished on the spot.
Pela looked over with wide eyes:
"What? Why do the friends he called in have rebellious streaks?!"
Soon, another golden light emerged.
A blond man appeared there. He was refined and elegant, his emerald-like eyes curiously surveying the surrounding scene.
"Hehe, interesting… I've been revived? No, that's not right… I'm not me, yet I am me? What a peculiar feeling."
"Huh? A blond Zeig?" Pela was stunned for a moment.
Only then did she realize this person had a completely different aura from Zeig—like a noble-raised young master!
"Hehe… Miss. I believe you need my assistance, correct?" The blond man smiled gently and elegantly, like a spring breeze.
"Uh… ah, yes, uh no, not really."
Pela stammered and pointed toward Alice over there:
"Um… you should ask her. Or ask that Zeig over there. I might leave soon."
"Oh? Is that so? Then I understand. Until next time."
"Good… goodbye."
After the blond man left, Pela finally let out a long breath.
This guy… he's so handsome!
Though his face resembled Zeig's, the aura was completely different. His hair was tied up neatly, and his clothes were clean and tidy!
In comparison, Zeig's hair was messy and always casually draped, his clothes cheap junk—no comparison to this handsome guy.
Seeing the blond man head toward Zeig, Pela ran to Alice's side and whispered cautiously:
"How much salary is Zeig planning to pay these helpers? Especially that guy—he doesn't look cheap at all."
Alice looked toward the blond man. He was speaking with Zeig, his voice steady yet refined.
"But… I remember the executive officer said there's no need to pay them." Alice said softly.
"What?!!"
Pela was struck as if by lightning.
Freeloading? He wants to freeload?!
Friends of that caliber, and he has the nerve to freeload?!
"No way, absolutely not!"
Pela hurried forward and interrupted Otto and Zeig's conversation.
Otto saw Pela approach and smiled as he asked: "Miss, you look unwell. Has something unfortunate happened? If there's any small way I can be of help, please feel free to tell me."
Zeig narrowed his eyes:
"I sense the one wanting to do something bad is her."
"Get lost." Pela snapped irritably at Zeig:
"Your friend came to help—how can you shamelessly not pay him?!"
Zeig blinked, puzzled:
"Salary?"
He looked to the side at the blond man named Otto Apocalypse and asked:
"Bishop, when are you going to pay me?"
Pela's eyes widened:
"I mean you!"
"Me?"
Zeig was stunned for a second, then realization dawned:
"Oh, salary, I get it, I get it!"
"Bishop, what do you want to eat? Skewers? I'll go buy some from a street stall later."
The white-haired girl nearby raised her hand:
"I, I want to eat."
Pela asked, confused:
"Just treating to some skewers?"
Otto silently gazed into Pela's eyes, as if seeing through everything, and smiled faintly:
"Friend, this is already enough. We've known each other for a long time—there's no need to be so particular between us."
The white-haired girl raised her hand again:
"Um, actually, I'd quite like some pocket money too… If you don't want yours, can you give your share to me?"
"…"
…