"Hahaha, hello! Stelle, I heard you have the power of two Paths. Could you let me broaden my horizons?"
Boothill laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping over Stelle a few times, as if he wanted to see with his naked eyes what was so special about the gray-haired girl in front of him.
"Uh? Sure..."
"No!"
Stelle had originally intended to agree, but before she could finish speaking, our Miss March 7th took the lead and rejected Boothill's request.
The girl even spread her arms wide, standing firmly in front of Stelle with a resolute expression.
Boothill: '????'
"Heavens above! What's wrong with you, you little cutie? The person involved hasn't even denied it, so why the hell are you answering for her?!"
"Hah?"
March 7th tilted her head, then glared at Boothill angrily and said without mercy.
"You still have the nerve to ask that kind of question? Stelle is still very weak right now. She can't just casually use the power of her Paths!"
"Tsk! You're right. That was my oversight."
Boothill smacked his lips with some dissatisfaction, then didn't continue. Although he usually looked like a cosmic troublemaker, as a Galaxy Ranger, he was still reasonable.
March 7th was correct. The gray-haired girl before them had just excessively overexerted her power. In the short term, it was indeed unsuitable for her to use the power of her Paths here.
Seeing that Boothill had sincerely apologized, our Miss March finally let out a satisfied hum. Then...
"If you just want to witness the power of two Paths, I can satisfy you instead."
One respects me an inch, I respect them a foot.
Since Boothill had sincerely apologized, March 7th didn't mind fulfilling the other party's small request.
"You? Don't tell me you're also a dual-Path walker?"
Upon hearing March 7th's words, Mr. Boothill was stunned, then asked with a somewhat strange expression.
What the hell? Has dual-Path walker become so worthless?
Heavens above, as a Galaxy Ranger and someone on the Interastral Peace Corporation's wanted list, Boothill considered himself to have some experience.
But this thing called "dual-Path walker"—with his limited knowledge, he had never seen one before.
Yet now, two "dual-Path walkers" had suddenly popped up. This really was "a knife cutting the buttocks—opening his eyes."
March 7th didn't answer Boothill's question directly. Instead, she gently closed her eyes and silently circulated the power of her Paths within her body.
In an instant, the dual Path powers of [The Hunt] and [Preservation] surged forth. The two forces intertwined and coiled around each other, making the girl at this moment appear sacred and elegant.
"[The Hunt] and [Preservation]... Not bad, you really are a 'dual-Path walker'!"
The corner of Boothill's mouth twitched slightly. He had thought the pink-haired girl was bluffing, but he didn't expect her to be playing the pig to eat the tiger—she was the real deal. Heavens above!
[The Hunt] and [Preservation], one attacking and one defending. Given time, once this little girl grows up, wouldn't she be incredible?
And whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that the purity of the [The Hunt] Path power on this little girl was a bit higher than that of him, a Galaxy Ranger. If it were possible...
Thinking this far, Boothill patted his own face and put on what he considered a very gentle expression.
"You—what are you trying to do? I warn you, I have a boyfriend!"
Watching Boothill's suddenly changed expression, our Miss March immediately showed a vigilant look.
Is this guy really a Galaxy Ranger? Why does he look so sleazy? Tsk...
"Cough cough cough!!!"
Perhaps choked by March 7th's words, Boothill suddenly coughed violently. After a long while, he spoke somewhat awkwardly.
"Miss March, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to ask you—would you be interested in joining us Galaxy Rangers?"
March 7th: "???"
Stelle: "∑(O_O;)"
Himeko and Dan Heng: "..."
Hearing Boothill's words, the corner of March 7th's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. This familiar scene made her feel like she had seen it somewhere before...
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"Ah Q—!"
Far away on the Xianzhou Luofu, tens of millions of light-years away, the real Jing Yuan suddenly woke up from his half-asleep state and let out a heavy sneeze.
"Someone's talking about me again?"
Rubbing his nose, our General couldn't help but mutter.
"Knock knock knock—!"
Just as Jing Yuan was wondering who was badmouthing him, a series of knocking sounds suddenly came from outside the office.
"Come in."
Jing Yuan stretched and spoke somewhat drowsily.
After receiving Jing Yuan's permission, the secretary from the Seat of Divine Foresight pushed open the door and walked in holding a thick stack of documents.
Upon seeing who it was, Jing Yuan's expression immediately turned serious, because the person before him was the secretary he had sent out to investigate that matter.
"Reporting, General. We have results regarding the investigation of the Borisin." The secretary spoke with a serious face.
Jing Yuan sat up straight, a grave look flashing in his eyes. "Speak."
"Regarding that group of Borisin who attacked the Interastral Peace Corporation's transport ships, we can now confirm that they do indeed have legitimate Xianzhou household registration. Moreover..."
At this point, the secretary paused slightly, pursed his lips, then continued: "Moreover, according to our investigation, their household registration already existed several hundred years ago. In other words, ever since the Borisin warhead 'Hoolay' was captured, they have been planning today's step.
"If it weren't for this group of Borisin being exposed, we might still have no idea even now."
Jing Yuan's brows furrowed slightly as he rubbed his somewhat sore temples. "This really is a troublesome matter. With the Wardance imminent, these Borisin fellows reappearing at this time are likely plotting something big."
Jing Yuan pondered for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping on the desk. After a long while, he spoke to the secretary before him: "In that case, help me relay an order to Yanqing. Have him secretly search for traces of the Borisin throughout the entire Luofu. Under no circumstances should any information leak out."
"Yes, General!" The secretary saluted and turned to leave.
Watching his subordinate's departing back, Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, feeling a faint sense of unease in his heart.
The Shackling Prison... Warhead Hoolay... It seems he would need to make a personal trip there...
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