"Miss Robin, I've long heard of you."
The slovenly uncle greeted Robin with a wave, then scratched his messy, overly disheveled hair, crossed his arms, and spoke with a tired expression.
"May I ask who you are, sir?"
Gazing at the unkempt man before her, Robin narrowed her eyes slightly. In an imperceptible manner, a power of the Path of Harmony swept over him like the most precise instrument in the world, performing a 3D scan on Gallagher.
However, the data obtained from the scan caused our Miss Robin to be slightly startled. The young lady was shocked to discover that the person before her did not seem to be a human in the conventional sense.
Although from appearance alone he looked no different from an ordinary person, under the cover of the Power of Harmony, she could detect many disharmonious points on his body.
It was as if… he was not a simple human, but more like a [Memetic Entity] — a [Memetic Entity] stitched together from countless fragments.
Robin's small movements did not escape the man's notice. Although the girl's power was already sufficiently concealed, the power of [Enigmata] was no less formidable than that of [Harmony]. He merely shrugged and spoke to Amy beside him.
"Amy, you can head down first. There are some matters I need to discuss privately with Miss Robin."
"Yes, Mr. Gallagher."
Upon hearing the man's words, Amy was momentarily stunned, then glanced reluctantly at Robin once more before reluctantly leaving the room, leaving the remaining time to the two of them.
After Amy left, Gallagher leaned lightly against the doorframe and spoke.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Gallagher. My current identity… is that of a minor peace officer from the Bloodhound Family. Of course, I have another identity — I am a companion of the [Watchmaker]."
"[Watchmaker]?!"
Upon hearing the name [Watchmaker], Robin's small mouth opened slightly, and her eyes revealed a trace of disbelief.
Although the young lady could not claim to know Penacony's history like the back of her hand, she knew it well enough that there was little difference.
In Penacony's history, the name [Watchmaker] resounded like thunder. As the Father of Penacony, he transformed the once-small border prison into its current state. His life was filled with legendary colors.
The [Watchmaker] was revered by all, famous across the Asdana Star System, and even held considerable renown throughout the entire galaxy.
"You… you are the [Watchmaker]'s companion? Then, Mr. Gallagher… could you let me meet… meet the [Watchmaker]?"
Facing Robin's request, Gallagher first nodded, then shook his head. A complex look flashed in his eyes.
The uncle leaned somewhat wearily against the wall, reached one hand into the pocket of his red pants, and fished out a cigar.
'Chh—!'
Like performing a magic trick, Gallagher lightly rubbed his fingers, and a spark rose at his fingertips.
"Puff—!"
After the cigar was lit, Gallagher took a deep drag. Unlike ordinary people who smoked cigars, this slovenly uncle inhaled the smoke directly into his lungs like a complete novice who had just touched a cigar.
It should be noted that because of the strong irritant nature of cigars, this type of tobacco is generally not inhaled into the lungs.
Watching the middle-aged man smoke the cigar before her, Robin's heart suddenly thudded. An ominous guess gradually emerged in the young lady's mind.
As the younger sister of the old fox Sunday, Robin was also an extremely intelligent child. It would not be an exaggeration to describe her as pure-hearted and intelligent.
Tobacco, although in a sense it could be considered an alternative "drug," and certain planets in the galaxy had already classified it as such.
But from another angle, tobacco was also a tool to relieve stress. After she had just requested to meet the [Watchmaker], Gallagher did not answer directly but instead chose to light a cigar.
In that case, the [Watchmaker] was very likely…
Thinking this far, the young lady no longer continued to disturb Gallagher. She waited until the uncle had finished smoking the remaining half of the cigar in his hand. After a long while, he sighed and finally spoke.
"[Watchmaker]… I'm sorry, Miss Robin. Mr. Watchmaker has already passed away."
"How could…"
Although she had vaguely guessed it in her heart, when the guess was truly confirmed from Gallagher's mouth, the young lady's pupils still shrank involuntarily, and her eyes dimmed somewhat.
"Come with me. Although I can no longer let you see the living [Watchmaker], his remains have always been there…"
Gallagher's words were self-evident. Although the Watchmaker had passed away, he was still willing to give her the opportunity to pay respects to the Watchmaker's remains.
"Old man, I think you wouldn't mind, right? After all, this child is a truly kind person, a genuine 'advocate.'"
Seeing Gallagher beckon to her before leaving the room without looking back, our Miss Robin hurriedly got out of bed, hastily put on her shoes, and then trotted all the way, closely following behind Gallagher.
Leading Robin, Gallagher traversed a somewhat dilapidated-looking building area. After using some small gadgets to cross several tall buildings, he stopped in front of a large building that looked somewhat unique.
Slightly lowering his head and looking at the mechanism device before him, Gallagher casually turned it a few times. Immediately afterward came the sound of gears turning, and at the same time, even the building beneath their feet began to shake.
"This is…"
Facing the sudden violent shaking, Robin quickly steadied herself, then looked at the open-air building before her in disbelief.
In the young lady's sight, a magnificent and towering building rose from the ground. Driven by the turning of gears and chains, the majestic building gradually took shape as if constructed out of thin air.
'Whoosh whoosh whoosh…!'
Rows of stone stairs extended rapidly from the other side of the building in a whooshing manner, extending directly to the two people's feet in a manner akin to divine craftsmanship.
"Come with me."
Gallagher nodded toward the girl behind him once more, then stepped onto the long staircase first. The bird hesitated for only a second before gently lifting the hem of her skirt and following Gallagher's footsteps forward.
Finally, after crossing the long staircase, the two arrived inside a Western-style pavilion.
This unique Western-style pavilion was constructed entirely from white stone pillars. Columns with ancient Greek and Roman-style patterns formed the supports of the pavilion. At the very top of the pavilion was a white dome, and in the center of the dome were pieces of blue tiles.
Let us direct our gaze to the center of the pavilion. A black recliner sat quietly there, with its back facing Gallagher and Robin, giving off an indescribable sense of silence.
Gazing at the black recliner, a rare gentle smile appeared on Gallagher's face. He placed one hand on his waist and touched a white patterned pillar.
"Old man, I've brought someone to see you."