# 1150
Chapter 1151: New Route
The cruise ship restaurant.
"You think about it, what exactly is the relationship between President Jinian and Commander Ye?" Jiang Er floated above the seat, asking curiously.
"No idea." Lin Qiye put down his chopsticks, hesitating for a moment. "Anyway, it probably isn't a romantic relationship. It feels more like some kind of revolutionary friendship."
"She's about the same age as us, right? So when she met Commander Ye back then, she should have been just a little girl?"
"Commander Ye hadn't become a commander yet back then either, right?"
"Doing the math, the timing does match up."
"Another episode of history buried in the dust…"
After the three finished dinner, Jinian walked into the middle of the restaurant. The walkie-talkie clutched in her hand was already gone. Besides her slightly reddened eyes, she appeared normal.
"How was dinner? Was it to your taste?" Jinian asked.
"Very delicious." An Qingyu smiled. "Thank you for the hospitality."
Lin Qiye and the others stood up from their chairs. Glancing at the time displayed on the wall, he said:
"My spiritual power has more or less recovered. We should head back to Great Xia... If it's convenient, could you tell me which direction Great Xia is?"
"No need." Jinian shook her head calmly.
Lin Qiye and the other two were stunned, not quite understanding what she meant.
"I mean, you don't need to fly back. We're still half a globe away from Great Xia. Your spiritual power won't last that long." Jinian stuffed both hands into her pockets and continued, "I've already ordered the ship to turn around and sail to Great Xia at full speed. You can just come with us.
Don't worry about the Cthulhu Faction's god's domain. I just spoke with your Commander Zuo Qing through the walkie-talkie. He's already taking action, so even if you get back two days late, it won't delay anything."
"You're going to Great Xia too?" Jiang Er said in surprise.
"Yeah, to take care of some business."
Jiang Er and An Qingyu both turned to look at Lin Qiye. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.
"Alright then. We'll hitch a ride."
"It'll take about three days to sail from here to Great Xia." Jinian checked the time. "During this period, I have something very important to do, so I won't be able to entertain you. If you have any requests, you can ask the Oath Society members on board. They'll do their best to accommodate you."
"Thank you."
After leaving the restaurant, Jinian draped on a white lab coat and walked straight into the [Block Room]. The knight arranged rooms for Lin Qiye and the others and led them there.
On the way, An Qingyu hesitated before asking:
"Excuse me, does your president also enjoy doing scientific research?"
The knight was stunned, then shook his head. "The president doesn't do pure academic research. She prefers tinkering with weapons, vehicles, engineering structures—all sorts of things. Planes, cannons, missiles, sports cars, motorcycles, fighter jets... She's more like a manufacturing enthusiast than a scientist."
"I see... But the things she builds really are quite interesting."
An Qingyu's mind flickered back to that pixel-style walkie-talkie, and she couldn't help but feel a bit itchy to get her hands on one.
"That's nothing! Next time you go check out [Utopia], the things there will blow your minds." The knight laughed heartily.
Lin Qiye returned to his room and closed the door.
He poured himself a cup of hot tea and sat by the narrow porthole, gazing at the hazy mist and the deep, dark sea outside. After a long while, he let out a deep sigh.
The ordeal in Hell had been far too harrowing. He still hadn't recovered from that life-or-death crisis. Every time he closed his eyes, countless wriggling red insects and that grotesque, eerie laughter would flood his mind.
And what he couldn't let go of most was Shen Qingzhu, who bore a pair of black wings on his back, screaming in agony on the ice.
Could he survive the fusion with Hell's source? Would he be tainted by the corruption of the abyss? How would he escape from the heart of that god's domain?
Questions like these tangled around Lin Qiye's heart like vines.
Unable to sleep, Lin Qiye simply leaned against the window, sipping his hot tea, and dove his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods in his mind.
"Place your bets! Place your bets! Once it starts, no more bets!"
"Today I'm betting on Monkey Brother. Two chicken legs."
"I'm also betting on Monkey Brother. One bag of spicy crackers!"
"I feel like lately King、吉吉 (a nickname for Sun Wukong) really isn't Monkey Brother's match... Come on, Monkey Brother, I'm betting one day's worth of work."
"Maybe it'll be an upset today? I'm betting on King 吉吉. Three sunflower seeds!"
"Sorry, your bet is too small. You can't participate."
"???"
"..."
Lin Qiye, wearing a white lab coat, had just walked into the courtyard when he heard the caretakers lively discussion off to the side.
In the middle of the courtyard, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh were already positioned on opposite sides, staring coldly at each other. The killing intent in the air grew increasingly sharp.
Lin Qiye seemed to recall something and glanced at the clock on the wall.
Right... It was indeed time for these two to have their daily fight.
Lin Qiye also hadn't seen the two of them spar in a long while, so he simply stood at the edge of the courtyard. Just then, Li Yifei walked over leisurely, a small stool in his right hand and a bag of sunflower seeds cradled in his left arm.
"Qiye? You came?"
Li Yifei spotted the white lab coat in the crowd and his eyes lit up. He quickly walked over and handed the stool to Lin Qiye. "Here, sit and watch."
"What about you?" Lin Qiye sat down naturally and asked.
Li Yifei tossed the sunflower seeds to Lin Qiye and slapped the raccoon that was shouting about betting right on the head. The latter immediately covered its head with both paws and turned to look at Li Yifei with wronged eyes:
"Director Li, why did you hit me?"
"Go get me a stool."
"Okay…"
Soon, the raccoon brought a new stool. Lin Qiye and Li Yifei sat side by side at the edge of the courtyard, cracking sunflower seeds.
"Why aren't they fighting yet?" Lin Qiye munched through several seeds, and seeing that the two in the distance still hadn't moved, couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, they're waiting for the musician."
"Huh?"
，只见病栋楼下，Bragi抱着竖琴，昂首挺胸的走到院边的巨石边，轻咳两声，随后开始拨动手中的琴弦。
只见病栋楼下，Bragi抱着竖琴，昂首挺胸的走到院边的巨石边，轻咳两声，随后开始拨动手中的琴弦。
激昂的音乐声响起的瞬间，院中的两人像是收到了某种信号，同时向着彼此冲去，金与紫两道光芒汹涌迸溅，却被院边的防御魔法阵锁在内部，没有丝毫的溢出。
Bragi的琴声，仿佛有着某种魔力，在场所有人的心绪都被调动，气氛逐渐紧张。
押了注的护工们侯在院边，心脏都提到了嗓子眼，就连在一旁嗑瓜子的Lin Qiye，都有种久违的热血沸腾的感觉。
他目不转睛的看了院中的战斗许久，眉头微微皱起。
"我怎么感觉……Gilgamesh越来越吃力了？"
Below the ward building, Bragi embraced a harp and strutted to the large stone at the edge of the courtyard. He cleared his throat twice, then began to pluck the strings of his instrument.
The moment the spirited music rang out, the two in the courtyard seemed to receive some kind of signal and charged toward each other simultaneously. Golden and purple lights surged and clashed violently, but they were locked within the defensive magic array at the edge of the courtyard, unable to spill out even a little.
Bragi's music seemed to carry a certain magic. The hearts of everyone present were stirred, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
The caretakers who had placed bets waited at the courtyard's edge, their hearts in their throats. Even Lin Qiye, who was leisurely cracking sunflower seeds off to the side, felt a long-lost surge of excitement.
He watched the battle in the courtyard intently for a long while, his brow furrowing slightly.
"I feel like... Gilgamesh is getting more and more strained?"