Honkai Star Rail: I must live a peaceful life

"Meow~"

A gentle, somewhat ambiguous sound floated through the car's interior, effectively killing the conversation.

Miss Jerry froze for a moment like an ordinary mouse at the meow, then finally realized that Milo might not know about the popular meme.

This was rather awkward.

Jessica thought to herself that she could have played along with Milo and pretended nothing happened, but her following question had already revealed that she knew about it.

If it were just Milo, it wouldn't matter much, since the drowsy Mr. Tom obviously wouldn't pursue the matter. But Miss Peggy clearly understood everything.

"Well... alright, Miss Peggy can make a note of this," she felt resigned but could only accept it.

A cheerful atmosphere began to pervade the car. Through the rearview mirror, one could see the driver's slightly upturned lips.

Only the mouse's defeat had been achieved.

"Goodbye, you two!" Until the end of this journey, Miss Peggy's upturned smile never subsided.

After watching the uniformed lady lean halfway out to wave goodbye disappear into the dust on the horizon, Milo and Miss Jessica turned together to walk toward the entrance of the old district.

The relatively low buildings spread from sparse to dense in the distance. Looking up, one could see artificial lighting devices suspended in the sky, emitting a soft yellow glow at this hour.

In the distance, the new district was brilliantly lit, with towering buildings whose dazzling lights were bright enough to illuminate the night across the vast distance. The brightness even surpassed the nighttime artificial lighting.

"This is one city, and this is also two cities," Milo suddenly recalled a widely circulated saying.

"We need not distinguish them by space, we should distinguish them by time, for the past stubbornly lingers in this new era," Miss Jessica completed the latter half of the quote, then frowned at the overly quiet streets. "Even for the outer district, this silence is too unusual."

"Some energetic social groups must have cleared the area for their collective activities," Milo smiled gently and spoke with his eyes half-closed, giving his words a teasing tone. "Haven't you had any intuition about this, Miss Astrologer?"

"My feedback shows there's no danger," Miss Jessica smiled brightly, spreading her arms and turning a circle in front of Milo. "Obviously, I don't have the strength to handle this, so Mr. Tom must have enough power to protect both of us, right?"

"It should be fine, after all, I am an Awakened One," Milo nodded naturally, extending one finger. Scattered metal pieces around them flew up and gathered to revolve around his fingertip, then flowed together like liquid to form a constantly shifting sphere.

After some thought, the metal mass flowed around Milo's neck, transforming into a long silver-gray scarf.

He turned his head to seek an opinion. "Does Miss Jessica think we need to take a detour?"

"I told you, just call me Jerry," Miss Jessica's smile was animated as she tilted her head to look at Milo. "I don't really mind these issues, but if Mr. Tom needs it, I can do a quick divination to find a quiet route that avoids the activity."

"Hmm..." Milo pondered for a moment, then showed a gentle smile. "Then we don't need to avoid them. After all, as newcomers, to prevent unexpected problems, it's better to first learn about recent news from these more active friends."

"Perhaps I can ask them to help solve my accommodation problem for the next while," Milo said. "I think they might be understanding of my penniless situation and allow me to pay rent later."

"If it's someone like Mr. Tom renting a room, they'll definitely agree," Miss Jessica nodded seriously.

The white-dressed young woman was as beautiful as moonlight in the night, but obviously, this lady wasn't as pure as her appearance suggested.

And so the cat and mouse duo happily reached an agreement and walked forward with light steps.

Under the same night sky, the atmosphere wasn't quite so harmonious at a nearby venue.

Two groups of people, though simply equipped but fully armed, faced off against each other under their respective leaders.

The active members, having completed their preliminary negotiations, taunts, and threats, were glaring at the opposite side, ready to begin a low-intensity group brawl at any moment.

This was the scene Milo and Miss Jessica encountered when they arrived.

On the left, a tall redheaded woman in fitting black leather wore held an oversized metal baseball bat on her shoulder, decorated with wild red designs. She leaned against a utility pole with a contemptuous expression, her attitude disdainful, as if saying "if you want to fight, let's fight."

Behind her, each follower carried a baseball bat, either resting them on their shoulders or pointing them forward, most wearing rather punchable expressions.

On the right, a purple-haired man wore heavily damaged loose pants with nothing on his upper body, displaying his lean physique covered in large black tattoos. A grey wolf, walking through ruins, was vividly depicted, its ferocious mouth open in a pose ready to devour.

Two reinforced steel knuckles hung from chains at his waist, made of thick, solid material with grooves for attaching high-damage accessories – clearly deadly weapons in this situation.

The purple-haired man smiled coldly, his hands hanging near the knuckles, maintaining a stance ready to fight at any moment. His followers' weapons were more varied, but their overall momentum wasn't inferior.

The atmosphere was tense and explosive, with both sides watching each other with utmost vigilance, making the air silent.

Footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet air.

Two strangers just walked right into this prepared venue.

"Hello everyone," the black-haired man with the silver-gray scarf waved casually in greeting. "I'm a newly arrived craftsman, does anyone know where I could set up a workshop?"

"And..." the white-dressed young woman smiled and asked politely: "By the way, does anyone know how to get to Rain Leaf Road?"

Everyone's expressions became rather strange as their gazes converged on the purple-haired young man.

Hearing this familiar pattern, the purple-haired man's face turned somewhat blue, remembering how half a year ago, a priest had asked the same question.

Except for the number of people becoming two and some word substitutions, this moment was exactly like that time, making his body involuntarily recall that beating, his bones aching at the memory.

End of Chapter