After carefully digesting Yun Fan's words, Gallagher let out a sigh. Looking at the high-spirited youth before him—who could grasp the future of an entire planet with ease and laughter—he could not help but feel a surge of envy in his heart.
Yes, it was envy. If he had possessed power like Yun Fan's, power strong enough to control everything, then perhaps the frontier prison of Penacony reshaped by the Nameless would not have reached its current state.
"Good wine."
Yun Fan drained the remaining liquor in his glass in one gulp, looked up at Gallagher across from him, and gave a faint smile.
"Farewell, Mr. Gallagher."
He stood up from his seat and turned to leave, seemingly without a trace of reluctance. However, that was not actually the case. Just as he was about to leave, Yun Fan left a mark of authority on Gallagher's body.
Compared to the mark he had given Topaz, which allowed her to borrow a portion of [Causality] authority, the mark Yun Fan left on Gallagher had only one effect.
That was, when this History Fictionologist's life was about to reach its end, it would act like an everlasting lamp, reigniting the flame of life that was about to be extinguished.
Gallagher—this "middle-aged uncle" who had played an extremely crucial role in the entire Penacony storyline—had earned a great deal of goodwill from him.
Moreover, since he already planned to have him serve as the head of the Hound Family, how could he just watch him die like this?
After leaving the small tavern, Yun Fan's thoughts stirred. With a flash of his figure, he directly appeared inside Robin's home in the 'Golden Hour.'
"Ah—!"
Faced with the man who suddenly appeared in her home, our Miss Robin could not help but startle. But once she clearly saw the man's face, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately after, the girl's cheeks puffed up slightly, and a trace of resentment appeared in her eyes.
"Really, I've told you so many times. Can you please not use this method next time? You can scare people to death like that."
Robin's small mouth pouted slightly, and her fair cheeks rarely showed an emotion called complaint. If the scene before them were seen by Robin's fans, they would surely go crazy.
"Hahaha, my bad. Sorry about that, little bird~"
Yun Fan first laughed it off, then very honestly admitted his mistake. This was not the first time he had used this "sneaky" method to enter Robin's home.
At the very beginning, the girl would still argue with him about it, reason with him, and tell him it was wrong.
But after repeated occurrences, our Miss Robin had grown too lazy to keep entangled with Yun Fan on this matter.
Yun Fan belonged to the type who would say: "Mm, you're right. I understand what you're saying. I know I did something wrong, but I won't change next time."
"Ugh, the name 'little bird'… Why don't you just call me 'darling' instead…!"
Hearing Yun Fan call her "little bird" in that slightly teasing and playful tone, Robin immediately felt goosebumps all over her body.
Yun Fan had once wanted to call her "darling," but the girl was thin-skinned and could not accept such an overly intimate address at the time, so she politely refused.
But now, Robin wished Yun Fan would call her "darling," even in front of outsiders.
She really could not accept the nickname 'little bird'!!
"Hahaha, I'm not teasing you anymore. Our Robin is truly adorable."
Watching the aggrieved-looking girl before him, our Mr. Yun Fan could not help but chuckle. He dotingly pinched her fair, tender cheek.
"Hmph~!"
Robin lightly raised her smooth, fair chin, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile. At this moment, she looked like a proud little girl rather than the perfect singer wearing a false mask.
'Sniff sniff——'
Just as Yun Fan was smiling at the girl, his nose suddenly caught a strange scent.
'Why does it smell a bit burnt? Is it my imagination?'
Yun Fan gently stroked his chin. Thinking of this, he looked up and asked Robin in confusion.
"Robin, do you smell something burnt?"
"A burnt smell?"
Robin was slightly stunned. Then, as if remembering something, her expression changed. She hurriedly rushed toward the kitchen.
"I was frying eggs just now! Oh no, I forgot!"
Watching the girl's flustered departing figure, the youth let out a joyful laugh and followed after her, helping her clean up the kitchen that had nearly caught fire.
Half a system hour later…
At the dining table in the living room, Robin and Yun Fan sat facing each other.
"Uh… Robin, are you sure this is for me to eat?"
Yun Fan looked at the fried egg on his plate, which was burnt so badly it was almost indistinguishable from a coal briquette. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Hmph! Isn't this all your fault? There's only this one fried egg left. If you don't eat it, there really won't be any."
Robin snorted lightly, brushed her hair aside, and glared somewhat discontentedly at the youth sitting across from her. If this guy hadn't suddenly appeared, would she have forgotten about the egg in the pan?
Of course, Robin would not actually let Yun Fan eat the egg that was practically indistinguishable from charcoal. She was just putting on an act. If Yun Fan really tried to eat it, the girl would stop him immediately and share half of the fried egg from her own plate with him.
'Hehe, Robin is really cute.'
The girl's little thoughts naturally could not escape Yun Fan's eyes. He did not expose her and chose to continue teasing Robin. After all, this was one of the few sources of fun he had in this hypocritical Penacony.
"Eh~ Since there's no fried egg to eat, I'll just eat something else. Good thing I stocked up on some meals in my portable space a while ago. Let me see… Found them!"
Under Robin's shocked gaze, Yun Fan took out dish after dish of delicacies from thin air and placed them one by one on the solid wood dining table. Soon, a dense array of delicious food filled more than half the table.
Lotus root cake, hot floating lamb milk, tapir meat rolls, delicious quick snacks, Scale Abyss Ice Spring…
A series of delicacies from the Xianzhou Luofu were neatly arranged by Yun Fan on the table. Finally, with the addition of the traditional after-dinner dessert from the Nation of Flower—'Candied Hawthorn'—all the dishes were complete.