Red Port, Sanshan Street, Hotel Kesimani, evening.

"Come on, Sisi, don't forget this." Behind the scenes, Turing finished dressing up and was about to go on stage when he was stopped by Merka.

"Oh, right, of course, this cannot be forgotten." Turing took the mask from Merka's hand; on it, Merka's winged insignia was prominently embedded. Turing felt around and put it on his face.

This mask was made by Turing for the competition.

[It is a symbol of freedom, which suits the theme well.]

"Go on, go on. I'll cheer you on from behind." Merka whispered to Turing.

[When do you have time to cheer me on? The kitchen is also very busy.] Turing chuckled and nodded.

Turing lifted the curtain and saw the people laughing and dining, the fragrant and enticing food, and the sweet and refreshing beer.

Turing felt the atmosphere around him, adjusted his apron, and stood in a place where everyone could easily see him.

"Everyone, let the carnival begin today!" Turing raised his hands, placed them near his mouth as a makeshift trumpet, and shouted to the crowd.

At first, the people who were enjoying their meal were momentarily stunned, but then they quickly put down their cutlery and erupted into a wave of cheers.

People tapped their plates and clapped their hands, creating a certain rhythm for Turing.

Turing pretended to wave a smoking pipe, controlling a bottle of oil by his feet to slowly pour out and form a huge human puppet in the air.

[I've practiced for quite some time, and I'm gradually getting proficient in the Macnew Society's programming magic.]

As long as Turing took some time to make his magic marks in the entire flask of oil in advance, he could achieve this effect.

"Sisi, send the pan-fried lamb chops and light beer to table number seven near the window, and the tobacco and grilled demon fish to table number three next to the stage." Merka came out from behind the scenes, placed the items mentioned on the bar counter, and then turned back into the kitchen.

"Alright." Turing danced his hands, and the giant made of oil received the command, stretching out its arm to deliver various glasses and dishes to the corresponding tables.

Perhaps moved by Turing's cute and composed performance, the crowd erupted into a loud applause.

[Now comes the highlight.]

After the giant had finished delivering the meals, Turing slightly bowed, placed his hand on his chest, and gave a shallow bow. The crowd immediately quieted down.

"Inferno Breath."

A small flame shot out from Turing's mouth and accurately hit the giant made of oil. In an instant, the giant turned into a giant of fire.

[Control, control, don't let the oil temperature get too high and cause an explosion.]

"Thousands of years ago, our ancestors led the oppressed people to flee to the most desolate and uninhabited land in the far west."

"There was no pasture, no fertile soil, no suitable harbor for fishing."

"The people suffered greatly, with heavy casualties."

"But the divine beings admired the ancestors who resisted for the people and had mercy on the suffering people."

"They bestowed prosperous magic..." Elegant verses flowed from Turing's mouth. At this moment, she drew the iron sword from her waist, held it flat with both hands, lowered her head, and kneeled before the giant of fire.

Turing controlled the giant of fire, placing one hand on his sword, symbolizing the divine beings bestowing divine power upon the ancestors.

"But we have not fully believed in the benevolent divine beings who showed such love."

"To the point that in recent years, foreign trade has escalated. Some lords have become blinded by greed and tried to establish multiple economic zones, seeking unjust development relying on foreign technology."

"In the end, they angered the divine beings. Just ten years ago, the divine beings sent down a devastating mountain fire."

The audience listened to the play, holding their breaths.

[Take it slow, take it slow...]

Turing controlled the giant of fire to create a burning long sword, intending to perform some combat scenes.

However, the larger the surface area of the giant of fire, the more intense the burning, and the harder it was to control the temperature.Some fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of Turing's small forehead.

"With a sound of 'swish,' the blazing long knife followed, but Turing hadn't had the chance to lift the iron sword to block it.

【Not good, exerted too much energy on controlling.】

"But in the efforts of the people of Acadia, the wildfire was eventually extinguished by us." A girl dressed in a white maid outfit, wearing the same mask as Turing, appeared in front of Turing, blocking the way. She used her iron sword to block while speaking.

"The arrogant plan of the Economic Special Zone has finally been stifled in its cradle." The girl swung her sword horizontally, forcing the fire giant back several steps.

"The gods are pleased with our ability to recognize our mistakes, forgive our past faults, and forgive us..." The girl and Turing flew and attacked the giant on the stage, captivating the audience...

The play finally ended, and the girl in white, the magician's hands emerged from behind like wings, extinguishing the burning giant.

Turing manipulated the remaining oil back into the oil container and exchanged a high-five with the girl. The thunderous applause erupted from the audience once again.

"Thank you, Ann, not only for not hating me but also for being willing to help me." Turing picked up the oil container and walked towards backstage with the girl, talking in whispers.

The girl took off her mask, and it turned out to be Prince Ann.

"Nothing much, you should thank Manager Wutong. It was him who agreed to conceal your identity and let you stay to work."

"But when it comes to my feelings, I really don't hate you at all." Prince Ann said.

"After the battle with you, some nobles have offered me jobs, and even provided me with an opportunity for overseas medical treatment."

"You were just performing at your normal level, so it wasn't unjust that I lost."

"Everything in life has suddenly become a little too good for me. The only thing I'm a little reluctant to part with is leaving the Castelia Hotel where I have worked for four years."

Prince Ann's handsome face showed a faint smile, enough to touch the heartstrings of anyone nearby.

"When are you leaving?" Turing asked.

"Next month, it's coming soon." Prince Ann answered.

"Okay, go back and change your clothes, then work a little longer and then get off work." Prince Ann followed Turing to the kitchen.

"Give me the oil container. I'll go and dispose of the remaining oil. After being burned like this, the oil can't be used anymore." Prince Ann said to Turing.

"Ah, okay..." Turing said.

"Miss Sisyphus, leave it to me." Suddenly, a young man with a Bible in his left hand walked into the kitchen, lifted the kitchen curtain, and reached out his right hand to Turing.

"Judas? What are you doing? The front desk still needs you." Prince Ann looked at the approaching boy and shrugged helplessly.

"Haha, it's okay. There's no one at the front desk right now."

"God also said that manual labor suits men; the oil container is heavy, let me handle it."

Turing tilted his head and looked at Prince Ann. The latter pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

"That's good." Turing nodded to Judas, and handed him the oil container. Judas took the oil container, smiled at Prince Ann, and then left.

In this Castelia Hotel, before Turing became a waiter and Merka became a chef assistant, there were only four employees including the manager.

The manager did the cleaning, Judas worked at the front desk, Prince Ann was a waiter, and the chef was an introverted autistic patient. Probably only the manager knew his name in the store.

Since Turing arrived, Castelia Hotel has become increasingly popular on Sanshan Street. Turing's shrewd and charming personality, and the historical drama performances she arranged, continuously attracted a wave after wave of customers.

"Ochia, I have to say,"

"I feel like Judas has been acting a bit strange lately."

"Could you keep an eye on him for me?" Prince Ann crossed his arms and rubbed his biceps with his hands. Her strong and toned body looked particularly appealing when doing so.

[Judas is studying theology.]【He must be a little excited about the entrance exam for the Theological Academy.】

"Alright, I got it." Turing casually agreed, bid farewell to Prince An who continued working, and went to the door, looking outside through a gap in the door curtain.

【Ah, ah?】

Judah returned to the front desk, as usual, without capturing Turing's attention.

What shocked Turing was a woman wearing a cloak, covering her face, with disheveled peach-colored hair, walking elegantly and calmly.

【How? How? How?!】

Turing didn't notice that their upper and lower jaws involuntarily clenched.

【That person... based on her figure, there is absolutely no mistake.】

【Mom, I'm sorry... Mom, Mom...】

Terrifying scenes flooded Turing's mind for a moment, various reasons to alleviate their punishment flashed through Turing's little brain; Turing had never felt that their mind could work so quickly.

The woman found a seat by the window, raised her hand and lightly tapped, signaling the waiter to come.

Although the sound was inconspicuous in the noisy tavern, it sounded as piercing to Turing's ears as the clanking sound of chains dragged by the Grim Reaper Dantos.

"What's wrong, Ochia?" Seeing Turing trembling at the door, Prince An rolled up the door curtain and asked in confusion.

"Nothing... nothing, I have something to do. An, please attend to the other guests." Turing said, without waiting for An's response, they ran all the way to the woman sitting by the window.

"Hmm?" Prince An looked in the direction Turing ran off to, puzzled, "Isn't that the person who was introduced by Chef Mr. Last year?"

Turing stood next to the woman, and due to nervousness, their right eyelid couldn't stop twitching.

"Excuse... excuse me, what would you like to order, madam?" Turing said hesitantly and unsteadily.

【Anyway, pretend not to recognize her, leave a good impression on Mom.】

"Painful vows, each time when there is comfort, they will be abandoned, unreasonable and ineffective." The woman spoke, her heavy and powerful language contrasting with her warm voice.

【Is Mom blaming me for not remembering the lesson...】

【It's over... it's over...】

"It was written in Paradise Lost, how about it? Little Cici, I quite like this line." The woman took off her hood, revealing a face that Turing wasn't very familiar with.

"You are the Tide Witch! Why would you...?"

【Learning how to walk and talk like Mom?】

【No, she couldn't have met Mom, does she know my identity?】

From intense fear to rapid confusion, like a tornado stirring up the turbulent sea, ravaged Turing's mind.

Some subconscious logical reasoning quietly occurred in the name of intuition without Turing's awareness.

Turing had a premonition that they were only one layer of parchment away from a terrible conspiracy.

"I am the Witch of the Future, of course I know everything."

"But I just came this time to see the lovely little Cici."

"Next, just as a side note,"

"To see if the timing is right."