It bit Hannah’s pant leg, and its eyes remained wary when looking at Arnold Simmons.

"Master, master, this person must be a bad guy, look, he’s well-prepared, using the villain lord’s name, don’t be fooled by him!"

Jin Lian felt that her own master had fallen for the "beauty trick."

Hannah found it funny, squatted down, and rubbed Jin Lian’s head, "Do you think I’m someone who can be confused by beauty?"

Jin Lian paused, thought about it, then nodded heavily, "You would."

Although she didn’t want to admit it, her master had initially fallen for the antagonist’s good looks.

Hannah, whose own artificial intelligence had debunked her, pursed her lips, her smile halving, "You don’t understand me at all; I look at the inner person, I am very loyal."

Jin Lian blinked.

Its eyes spelled innocence, guiltlessness, and "it didn’t believe it."

It quietly stretched its head to look at the man who was talking to Gregory Lawrence, the night profile was blurry, but the handsome and profound contours were still visible.

Upon closer examination, he did look a bit like the villain lord.

Jin Lian was shocked by her own thoughts, "Master, you’re not thinking of finding a substitute, are you?"

Hannah sighed, stood up, and said, "No."

Jin Lian scratched her ear agitatedly, "It can’t be that he’s really the villain lord, can it?"

The same name, a similar appearance.

Jin Lian was shocked by her own thoughts.

Hannah looked at the person in the distance, curved her lips slightly, her voice filled with a touch of delight, "Why couldn’t it be?"

Jin Lian was doggy-dumbfounded.

*

On the ground floor of the inn, Gregory Lawrence was eating dinner while watching the two people standing outside.

The inn was old and shabby, but Old Campbell had managed it quite well, even finding space on the first floor to create a balcony.

The balcony was full of potted plants.

They weren’t any prestigious flowers; they were wildflowers and wild grasses that Old Campbell had dug up from the nearby mountains.

They weren’t particularly delicate, but from a distance, the lush greenery interspersed with a few wildflowers was rather pleasing to the eye.

Hannah and Arnold Simmons stood on the outside balcony.

It was still dark at night, but fortunately, there was a bright moon in the sky, and the pale moonlight was more useful than streetlights.

Gregory Lawrence had found a late-night snack and was filling his stomach.

Da Bai and Jin Lian were also sitting to one side.

They didn’t need to eat, and they were now playing games.

A two-player small game.

This was an old game console.

Da Bai had many such gadgets.

After a while, Hannah and Arnold Simmons came in and talked to Gregory Lawrence about the timing of entering the Heimu Forest.

They finally agreed to go early the next morning.

Gregory Lawrence had no objections.

After all, he had already decided to go with Hannah, so it didn’t matter whether they left early or late.

And he himself had been planning to leave for some time, but the border’s restrictions were troublesome. Even if he blended in, with his individual power, he couldn’t confront the royal family’s mecha squad.

Leaving now might be the best plan.

If they waited longer, the war might start, and then it would be even harder to leave.

District Nine may not be governed by the law, but the people of District Nine also couldn’t go to the other cities of the empire.

In other words, if that day came and the border was breached, the people of District Nine would become a living line of defense.

Either they would stay and be live targets, or they would have to seek refuge in the Heimu Forest.

But... if that person were still here, it would be different.

Gregory Lawrence ruminated to himself.

Early the next morning, District Nine saw its usual bustle.

Perhaps the arrival of Sheffield Benedict had reassured everyone.