"What does that mean?"

Turing was puzzled.

Her limited life experience wasn't enough to grasp such complexity.

It didn't mean she was stupid, quite the opposite...

She was just a bit fixated.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Even the much-maligned clown, it's better than being a lonely ghost lying dead on the road."

"That was when we were at the orphanage."

"Our biggest hope was to be adopted by nobles."

"No matter in what form."

Merka's eyes held a complex expression, a warm emotion vaguely wavering in his eye sockets, as if he had some improper thoughts about Miss Joan in the past.

"You know, Turing."

"The people with courage have all perished."

"All gone long ago."

"The intelligent ones can no longer sustain reason and sanity in this mad world."

"The even smarter ones, they simply wouldn't choose to be born."

"I too..."

"I was once one of those miserable wretches."

"So I understand, understand the torment they endure."

"Therefore, Turing."

"You must be prepared."

"The choices regarding justice, they are exceptionally complex and difficult."

Turing quietly listened to Merka's words, unsure of how to respond.

She just felt a sense of unwillingness... she had never thought about what Merka said.

"..."

"We're here."

Turing found the place the director had mentioned in his memory and descended from the high altitude.

"Is this it?"

Merka looked at the narrow staircase and doorway on the street corner, feeling that the sizable Mersa Bar might not be located here.

"It's just small outside, inside it's big."

Turing shook her head and walked down the stairs straight towards the door, intending to open it.

"Wait, are you going in directly?"

"Do you want to make a move directly?"

Turing frowned slightly, casting a glance at Merka.

"...Alright, I'll give this filthy place one last chance."

"Merka, can you go in and check the situation for me."

"I want to see if this place still has anything worth forgiving."

"If it's just you alone, then the other side might be more careless."

Turing said as she walked towards Merka.

"And you?"

Merka asked.

"I'll hide in you, protecting you."

Turing's body gradually turned into a liquid resembling aloe gel, turning her entire body a bright red, while several deformed tentacles emerged, sticking onto Merka's body and infiltrating through his seven orifices.

In a short while, Turing's entire body transformed into a flowing current, merging into Merka's body, leaving only a pile of clothes behind.

Merka extended his hand in astonishment, looking at his body that was now identical to what it was a moment ago, feeling a slight shock. He thought it would be very painful when Turing entered his body, but to his surprise, not only was there no pain, but also a faint warmth.

"Although there is a limit to how small my body can become, it should be no problem hiding inside you."

"They shouldn't be too wary of men, so don't worry, they should let you in."

Turing's voice echoed from within Merka's body.

"But why didn't you use the backdrop to enter along with me?"

Merka's cheeks blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed as he found this mode of conversation quite strange.

"Because it consumes too much magic power, don't ask too many questions, let's hurry up."

Turing urged.

"Oh, okay."

Soon after, Merka arrived at the entrance to the gate and gently pushed the sluggish door open, trying to enter the place. However, halfway through opening it, the door got stuck.

"Who's there? And what's your membership number?"

Merka peeked through the crack in the door, only to see a person dressed as a server blocking the door after he had opened it halfway.

In a hoarse voice, the server asked Merka a question.

"I'm new here. A colleague recommended me to come and have some fun here. Can't I arrange for a membership right now?"

Remaining calm, Merka faced the crack in the door, maintaining eye contact with the server inside. He opened his shirt to reveal the emblem of the Agio tribe.

The overpowering scent of intoxicating perfume almost seeped out through the crack in the door, making Merka struggle to keep his eyes open.

"Tell me the name of your friend, and once we confirm, we'll inform you of your membership number next time."

The server cast a casual glance at Merka's emblem and said indifferently.

Furrowing his eyebrows, seeing the man about to close the door, Merka quickly propped one hand against the door frame to hold it firmly shut.

"Get your leader here. Surely someone will recognize me."