"A despicable person is always despicable, and a stupid person is always stupid. That never changes no matter where you go."

"I've treated you so well, what else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?" A refined woman, adorned in gold and silver, exuding an aura of luxury, stood confidently before Arthur, leaning on a cane.

"But then again, a whore is just a whore. They drink when given alcohol, take money when offered, not much different from livestock that eat when given food."

The woman in her thirties gestured a pistol with her right hand and pointed it menacingly at Arthur's head – it was the beginning stance for the Fireball spell.

"I bet you're thinking, with such a naive fool in front of me, why shouldn't I steal from him?" the woman said.

Arthur had planned to pickpocket the woman while pretending to escort her home after getting her drunk. But as soon as he made a move, it was as if she had been doused with cold water. She immediately sobered up.

However, using his familiarity with the road conditions around the bar from years of work, Arthur managed to stay one step ahead of the woman, leading her all the way to this remote location – underneath a bridge – before finally getting caught.

With one blow from the woman's magically enhanced cane, Arthur was knocked to the ground. At his wits' end, he appeared utterly helpless.

"Heh... babe, to be honest, it's not like I planned for things to turn out this way. Would you be willing to listen to a story? Give me a chance, and I can give you a satisfying explanation..."

Seated on the ground, Arthur held his head in one hand, speaking with a profound tone to the woman.

The woman frowned.

"You..."

Juliet, who had been waiting under the bridge, didn't wait for the woman to finish her sentence. She swiftly descended from the sky, slamming a sealed black cloth bag onto the woman's head. At the same time, she tightly grasped the woman's neck with both hands, wrapped her legs around her waist, and held her tightly, preventing her from escaping.

"Go!" The woman instinctively chanted the final syllable of the Fireball spell, and a massive fireball shot out from her hand, flying towards Arthur.

Arthur quickly rolled to the side and the aimless fireball missed him, but the blazing outer flame ignited his clothes.

"Wind Rope!" Juliet, while holding onto the woman's neck, summoned a rope and bound her tightly. The rope, resembling tentacles of an octopus, secured the woman's limbs.

Since Juliet was deaf, she couldn't hear whether the woman was still chanting spells or not. So she covered the woman's mouth with her palm and tightly bound multiple layers of ropes along with the Wind Rope spell.

"Attack!" Juliet's command hadn't even finished when a flaming spear, filled with scorching heat, pierced through the woman's body.

The woman let out a muffled groan, and the flaming spear disappeared.

It was only now that Arthur had a chance to put out the flames on his body. Exhausted, he sat on the ground. Juliet, on the other hand, canceled the rope magic and began examining the valuable items the woman had on her.

"We struck it rich... Arthur. The cane and the gold signet ring can fetch a good price!" Juliet exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't be foolish, the cane was custom-made, and the signet ring even has our family crest on it. Selling them would likely lead to us getting caught," Arthur said, pulling out a small bag of red powder from his pocket, paying no attention to anyone around him, and sniffing it.

"We can only take the cash and throw everything else, including the body, into the river."

"In that case... we should have just about enough money for Macbeth's surgery, I reckon," Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, murmuring to himself.

"You... you're going to use this money for surgery again?" Juliet's disbelieving voice trembled. "You don't keep track of the expenses for your surgeries, and there's nothing we owe them to begin with! And yet, you shamelessly act as their mother and father!"

"Merka is the same. Even though the surgery isn't for a few more months, you always take risks and make this dirty money for them. Are you going to even help them prepare their coffins?"

"Just look at how you treat them, and how do they treat you? Have they ever once said thank you? That little child probably doesn't even know how astronomical the surgery fees are!"

Juliet seemed to have fallen into an abyss of anger, continuously firing bullets of insults from her mouth.

"If you say they're your family, then what about us? What are Romeo and I to you? We've slaved away for this family, and instead of using this money..."

Juliet suddenly became speechless, her face turned red. She picked up the golden emblem and cash, mustered up her magical power, and kicked the woman directly into the river.

Othello silently watched everything Juliet did, tiredly rubbing his temples, as if watching a play.

"Anyway... I'll keep this emblem for now. This is mine and Romeo's reward, you don't need to worry about it!" Juliet took out the silver pipe from her pocket and handed it to Othello, "I'll return the relic to you."

Juliet walked away on her own, seemingly not planning to go home with Othello.

Othello caught the silver pipe, which he had stolen from the hotel, from the memorial clothes box the manager used to commemorate his mother. Only by chance did he discover that it had become a sacred relic. He would have to return it before the store opened tomorrow.

Othello placed the pipe on the sandy ground beside him, gazing blankly at the bottom of the bridge, not knowing how to explain to the boss that his work uniform had been burnt.

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"The translation got cut off again... such a lousy machine."

"Speaking of which, I can see Merka's memories from others' perspectives. Is this because Merka heard what others said, or deduced things on its own and formed memories?"

Turing thought to himself, feeling annoyed, and closed his eyes again, intending to fall asleep.

This can't go on...

Compared to Turing's leisure, Hamlet in the distance was anxious.

But... there is a risk control measure, although it may not be successful, it's the only option left.

Thinking of this, Hamlet disappeared into the darkness, quietly leaving the meeting room.

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"Where were you two? Coming back so late." Romeo, who was woken up early in the morning, got up in a daze and started sewing clothes for Othello.

Juliet, who stayed up all night, fell asleep immediately, while Othello carefully took off his clothes and handed them to Romeo for repairs.

Othello's work uniform was so magnificent, so handsome, and enticing.

Although it was completely mismatched with the coarse cloth and loose stitches in the orphanage, there was no other way now but to make do.

"Thanks, I have to hurry to the store to return the pipe. Don't wait for me for lunch." Othello just finished speaking and rushed out of the house, panting.

Romeo anxiously rubbed his hands, which were covered in sweat stains from Othello's long journey on the clothes.

"When will these days end? When will there be light at the end of the tunnel?" Romeo sighed, looking at the ring on his ring finger.