Life Game In Other World
Chapter 291: The Old Sword (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: The Old Sword (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"We are committed to helping every company that is having financial difficulties,"

In the giant screen, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in formal attire, tall and upright, slowly spoke with a smile on his face.

His identity popped up in front of him.

[Edric Carvin]

[CEO of Nord Investment Bank, Executive Director of Nord Group]

"Nord Group has a centuries-long history, during which we’ve helped many now well-known businesses, like Mosanto Grain Industry Group, the number one in the grain market; Evis Space System, the leader in the military industry; and Stars Medical Group, the top in the medical market."

"For a long time, we have been looking for companies with innovation, capable of contributing to the development of the Federation and humanity, to provide them with support."

"At the same time, we are very willing to help those companies that are encountering financial difficulties. If your company is currently facing financial problems, you can come to us at any time."

"Nord Investment Bank has the flattest management structure across the Federation, faithfully serving each of our clients. If you wish, you can even get in touch with me directly."

"In dealing with clients, the CEO and every manager are on the same level. We always adhere to the principle that the client is Heaven."

"If you are interested, you can visit our official website directly, or call the telephone number at the bottom of the screen..."

A series of telephone numbers were displayed at the bottom of the screen.

"Leader," a hoarse voice came from beside He Ao, "where do we go next?"

"To an old friend’s place."

He Ao shifted his gaze away from the huge screen, looking to his side.

It was Linda, whose hair was somewhat parched.

Her complexion had markedly improved after drinking some glucose.

He Ao hailed two self-driving taxis, one after the other; among everyone, only he and Penny had bracelets to stay in touch, so the two of them took separate taxis.

The self-driving taxis, without a driver, could now take up to five passengers.

The ten people just managed to squeeze into two taxis.

Hank’s house was no longer safe to stay in because of Hank’s body exploding.

Even in Aston District, there was a basic order, and such an explosion was bound to draw some attention.

In addition, the captives were not only starving but also whipped, leaving many wounds that needed treatment.

To avoid trouble and treat these people He Ao led the eight captives, who had regained a bit of strength, away from Hank’s place.

Soon, the taxis stopped in a secluded alley.

He Ao led everyone out, onto the sidewalk. In front of them was a rust-streaked rolling shutter door.

Above the rolling shutter, at the top and above their heads, was a dim sign, [Huimei Communications].

This was the underground doctor Roger’s shop.

He Ao shifted his gaze from the sign, lingering on a small plaque hanging in front of the rolling shutter, which read

[Gone to visit relatives out of town, resting for a few days, will open when I return]

Typical of Roger’s style.

He Ao stretched out his hand and knocked gently on the rolling shutter door.

The rolling shutter vibrated, emitting a grating ’thud thud’ sound.

Then He Ao quietly waited for a moment.

There was no sound from inside the shop.

It seemed he really was gone.

After a moment’s thought, He Ao raised his wrist and dialed a number.

The phone rang briefly three times before being answered, "Who is it? I’m busy right now."

"I have an acquaintance..."

He Ao started speaking slowly.

"That opening line," the person on the other end suddenly fell silent, then cursed, "How come your damn organization has so many people? You’re not another crazy one, are you?"

He Ao: ?

’Also’?

But before he could speak, the sound of the shutter door creaking echoed and the entire door lifted upwards.

Someone had remotely activated the electric device.

"The sword is on the table in the back room, the storage fee is five hundred, thank you."

As the shutter door opened, the man on the phone continued to speak.

"Do you still have that healing ointment?"

He Ao asked quietly.

"Yes, it’s in the cabinet on the left against the wall in the back room. There’s still a bit left. Don’t apply too much, if something strange grows out, I’m not responsible, okay? Additionally, it’s ten per gram. Remember to transfer the money to me when you leave."

The man on the phone said.

"You’ve already charged me five hundred for storage, isn’t it inappropriate not to throw in some medicine?"

He Ao said with a smile.

"Fine, fine, fine! I’ll give you the whole jar," the person on the phone cursed,

"Why are all you people in your organization so stingy? Don’t you have any wealthy sponsors? Let me tell you, I’ve taken on a big job over here, seems to be one of your fans or something, anyway, it’s somewhat related to you guys. They just close their eyes and press the zero when transferring money.

Alright, I’ve got things to do. Remember to close the door when you leave. Bye."

"Bye."

He Ao hung up the phone.

Roger seemed to be genuinely busy, speaking quickly and in a hurry to hang up the phone. It appeared he had indeed received a significant order.

He turned back to the people behind him, "Let’s go in."

The group exchanged glances, curious why their leader had an old friend in the city, but they all knew better than to ask questions that shouldn’t be asked. They followed He Ao into the store at a measured pace.

Once everyone was inside, He Ao turned on the lights and closed the shutter door,

"This place is safe for now. You all take a rest on the couch."

Roger, as the well-known underground doctor, had a high reputation in the nearby areas. After all, everyone has their minor aches or injuries from time to time and wouldn’t want to offend a good doctor.

Even the local thieves would make sure Roger’s anti-theft measures were in place when passing by.

However, this reputation had an expiration date. If Roger did not return for a year and a half, and people around felt that the doctor would not come back, then his entire shop would be looted.

After all, it was quite normal for an underground doctor to stop working and vanish.

But Roger must have left not too long ago; currently, this place was still safe.

After reassuring everyone, He Ao entered the back room.

The layout of the back room had changed slightly. The long rectangular cabinet that once served as a table in the middle of the room was gone.

That cabinet must have had some use, as Roger took it with him.

He Ao continued forward and reached a small table by the window.

A short sword with a wooden handle wrapped in a mechanical scabbard was quietly placed on the table.

He Ao drew the short sword and swung a flourish before thrusting it out.

The sword’s light shone like a rainbow, piercing the day.

He Ao sheathed the sword and then picked up the curved knife at his waist.

After several intense battles, the blade’s edge had become increasingly worn, and there were even some fine nicks on the blade.

Compared to that, Regit was indeed fortunate.

The person who had forged his sword must have been a top-notch melee weapons master.

He Ao put away the sword, hanging it at his waist, then found a small jar of black ointment in the left cabinet.

This was Roger’s specially formulated healing ointment, extremely effective for external injuries.

He Ao looked at this jar of ointment, and slowly he felt it becoming more and more attractive, even slightly moving on its own.

He shook his head, picked up the ointment, and walked out of the back room.

It seemed like Roger had tweaked the formula again; the ointment he made was getting more and more perverse.