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Chapter 802: Welcome (Request for Monthly Votes)
Chapter 802: Chapter 802: Welcome (Request for Monthly Votes)
Inside the simple, bright hall, He Ao stood in front of the operating table and lifted a mithril test tube, staring at the glowing red liquid inside that seemed to shimmer.
"Alright."
He turned around and handed the mithril test tube to a visibly nervous Lena next to him, "The auxiliary materials you collected are quite abundant, they’ve saved us at least half an hour."
"Is this really a C-level Secret Medicine, just for me?"
Lena was slightly dazed, her cheeks subconsciously revealing a smile as she looked at the mithril test tube in He Ao’s hand.
"I’ve said it before,"
He Ao held his pose and looked at Lena, "I trust you."
Lena was momentarily stunned; the bloodied figure of the young boy from last night overlaid with the simple, clean-looking, resolute young man before her.
During her solitary years of growing up, it seemed that she hadn’t been trusted like this for a long time.
Even last night, she thought this was just spontaneous decision-making due to urgency on his part.
She reached out and took the test tube, leaned in close and gazed at the young boy’s thin cheeks, trying to discern something from his slightly pale, weakened face, "Has anyone ever told you that you’re quite charming?"
She watched the young boy before her, although he still bore traces of youth, his distinct and sharp features hinted at a handsome future.
"A lot of people say I’m quite charming."
He Ao shrugged his shoulders and took out three other test tubes that had already been extracted, placing them on a test tube-rack beside him, "Some of these are your ’commission’ for helping rescue the Federal Bureau of Investigation; the others will be stored here temporarily."
"Sometimes you talk and act so mature, I wonder if you’re really just a twelve-year-old kid."
Lena pursed her fiery red lips and laughed as she took the test tube-rack.
"Well, what should a twelve-year-old kid say then?"
He Ao was removing his medical gloves and glanced at Lena casually, "Aunt Lena?"
Lena: ?
Who, who’s the aunt?
Lena’s face froze momentarily, she subconsciously pinched her cheek.
Still elastic, not slack yet.
She quickly stole a glance at the mirror not far from the operating table.
It seemed there were some crows-feet around her eyes...
Should I stop staying up late? Flainie’s eye cream doesn’t work at all; damn, and it’s so expensive.
"Come back to reality."
A soft call brought Lena back from her thoughts; she lifted her head to see the young boy had already taken off his gloves, standing by the door of the operating room, pulling at the door handle while looking at her.
"Can’t you just call me something like ’sister’?"
Lena put away the test tube-rack and caught up with the boy’s steps, sighing, "You should consider the pride of us older folks."
"The passage of time can’t be reversed,"
He Ao glanced at her, walking out the door as he continued, "I advise you to accept reality."
For a fleeting moment, Lena really wanted to smother this kid with her chest.
At that moment, they were in an underground clinic operated by Lena, stepping out of the operating room of this clinic required walking through a long corridor with small windows.
The afternoon sunlight poured through the narrow windows, intermittently laying across the long corridor like pieces of light-built cobblestones.
The slender figure of the boy moved forward slowly, lifting his feet, walking through this scattered light and shadow.
Lena stood at the doorway of the operating room, quietly watching the young boy’s silhouette amidst the light.
She reached out, touching the sunlight streaming through the window, a warm sensation spreading from her long fingers to her heart.
Her fiery red lips naturally curved, revealing a faint smile.
"Aunt Lena?"
The young boy ahead had already passed through the corridor and turned back to look in this direction.
"Please dispense with the ’auntie’ reference, thank you."
Lena raised her eyebrows slightly, carrying the test tube rack and quickly walked across the sunlit corridor to catch up with He Ao.
"Do you remember the ’warrior’ promotion ceremony I mentioned just now?"
He Ao continued forward, asking casually.
"To take the Secret Medicine in a desperate situation when faced with at least three D-Rank sieges."
Lena took a light breath, speaking slowly.
"Yes, theoretically, the stronger the enemy, the better the promotion effect,"
After exiting the corridor, there was a bright small living room, with a holographic projection device in the center displaying a scattered projection of streets and buildings.
He Ao stood among these holographic projections, looking at the intersecting roads, "but I can’t guarantee that my conjecture is correct; you might die there. Have you decided to proceed?"
Lena wanted to crack a joke, but seeing the determined look in the youth’s eyes, she slowly restrained her smile, and gently lifted her red hair at the side of her face,
"I was born on the lowest floor of the Storm Building, the largest slum in this city. Even during Skone’s era, it was the most dangerous and filthy place in the city,
"Girls like me, who are fairly good-looking or have the potential to be attractive in the future, are taken away by gangs before they mature, getting involved with various illegal substances, or taken to strip clubs, or groomed to be special companions for the wealthy,
"In that place, only the ruthless, cunning, and fearless like me could protect themselves and get ahead,"
Her tone maintained a calm composure, "This risk isn’t any more terrifying relative to what I faced in my weaker, younger years, so I’m willing to take this risk."
Of course, there was another reason—she was willing to believe in the young man’s arrangements and strategies.
But she couldn’t say it out loud; saying it would imply giving the young man an extra burden named ’responsibility.’
He Ao looked into the woman’s eyes in front of him, vaguely guessing her thoughts.
However, he did not say anything and just nodded lightly, "Then let’s proceed according to the plan. Be careful, and retreat immediately if there is any problem, as I told you."
"Okay."
Lena nodded heavily, then tilted her head, watching He Ao start packing his things, her gaze lingering.
"What’s wrong?"
He Ao, picking up the Knight’s Sword, glanced at her.
"Nothing,"
Lena shook her head, sighed, "Sometimes I really feel that you’re so young."
She had heard of young prodigies, but this was her first time seeing one.
"Is that so,"
He Ao bent down, picking up the straps to bundle the Knight’s Sword, speaking calmly, "Actually, I don’t wish to be young and immature."
Lena looked at the slim youth in front of her.
She suddenly realized that if this youth had been in a Nutrient Pod before this, he might have personally witnessed the sudden mutations his relatives went through.
"Sorry."
After a brief silence, she slowly spoke.
"It’s okay,"
He Ao strapped the Knight’s Sword to his back, smiling at Lena, "Let’s go meet that ’client’ who has always been behind the scenes."
The two left the clinic, heading in two separate directions.
——
Cloud District · Mayor’s Mansion
An elderly man with a head of white hair sat under a broad balcony, leaning on a long wooden chair, flipping through a book in his hands while the warm breeze of the setting sun brushed against his hair flicks.
Thump thump—
A slow knocking sound came from outside.
"Come in."
The elderly man spoke slowly.
"Mr. Mayor."
A young man holding a document entered the office, looking towards the elderly man sitting in front of the balcony.
"Oh, you’re here."
The elderly man put down the book he was holding, took out a pair of reading glasses from the side, put them on, and then picked up a thick stack of printed documents from the coffee table in front of him, "This report of yours won’t do, child."
The young man was slightly stunned and quickly walked over, "Is there a problem somewhere? Are there errors in the data?"
"No, the data are good."
The elderly man looked at the document and slowly flipped through the contents.
"Then what’s the issue?"
The young man stood somewhat bewildered in front of the elderly man.
The elderly man waved his hand, motioning for the young man to sit across from him, and then he spoke slowly,
"The data in this report, all sourced from the City Government’s database, are perfect,
"But child, you say in the report that the total wealth of Wint City has been growing over the years, so we should appropriately raise the consumption tax rate on basic consumer goods to increase the city government’s fiscal revenue. Then use the extra revenue for subsidies to stimulate mining and thereby further increase the total wealth.
"This policy cannot be fully implemented."
"But according to the data, we should be able to execute this policy, right? Is there anything untrue in these data?"
The young man looked somewhat lost.
"No, all these data are real, but they are not the complete truth."
The elderly man’s gaze lifted from the report in his hands to the young man in front of him, "Child, have you ever left the Cloud District?"
This question made the young man’s face stiffen as he slowly said, "I’ve been to the Aka District."
"Entertainment venues?"
The elderly continued to ask.
"Yes!"
The young man slightly bowed his head.
The elderly man’s gaze fell, and he placed the report on the table,
"Your father recommended you to the City Cabinet to be a secretary, but I suggest you go see both the Aka District and the Storm Zone, delve into each street, ask what they truly need. You’re about to inherit your father’s constituency, at least, you should go see your constituents."
"Yes,"
The young man nodded firmly, "Then Mr. Mayor, I’ll take my leave now."
He slowly stood up and quickly left the office.
A moment later, another man with a straight posture entered through a side door on the other side, stopped next to the elderly man, picked up the report in front of the elderly man, and slowly flipped through it,
"The bulk of the consumption tax on basic consumer goods will eventually fall on ordinary people, while most of the mining industry in Wint City is held by United Industries. Raising the consumption tax to subsidize mining is essentially taking money from ordinary people to subsidize United Industries."
The elderly man removed his reading glasses, placed them on the coffee table, gazed at the distant sunset, his eyes downcast, and said nothing.
Just then, the middle-aged man’s wristband vibrated. He glanced at the content on the wristband, looked up at the elderly man, "Mr. Mayor, Ms. Vili is here, should I let her in?"
"No need,"
The elderly man’s previously drooping eyelids slowly lifted, murky eyes showing a trace of emotional fluctuation for the first time; he braced himself on the chair, struggled to stand, and said hoarsely, "I’ll go to receive her."
The balcony’s breeze fluttered the elderly man’s white hair; the fiery red sun gradually sank to the city’s edge, and spots of dark clouds also drifted from that distant horizon, spreading across the sky.
—
Aka District
Sunset, moonrise.
As night once again enveloped the entire city, a cold wind seemed to blow in the sky.
Continuous dark clouds once again enveloped the sky, hiding the last starlight of the night.
The pitch-black sedan slowly stopped at the corner of the street, and Lena sitting in the driver’s seat lifted her bracelet, glancing at the time.
7:30 p.m.
Half an hour from the agreed time.
There were no street lights at this corner, and the pitch-black night swallowed up everything around.
She turned to look back and at the end of her field of vision, in the middle of the scattered buildings, there was an apartment building that looked decent.
That was Novis’s home.
At this moment, centered on that apartment building, the spies from the Eternal Secret Teachings were densely packed, visible everywhere.
The position she was in now was on the outermost edge of the surveillance circle of the Eternal Secret Teachings.
She withdrew her gaze, reached into her bosom, and gripped the test tube inside her clothes, then slowly released her hand and looked again at the time on the bracelet.
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The tightly closed window was slowly pushed open, and a thinly dressed teenager flipped directly in from the window.
The blood-red butterfly on his shoulder converged its wings.
He Ao glanced at the pitch-black living room and then quickly walked to the door of his own room.
Although the spies from the Eternal Secret Teachings were densely arranged, it was easy for him, with his Spiritual Sight, to distinguish where the Transcendents were and where there were only ordinary spies.
As long as he avoided the areas dense with Transcendents and the ordinary sentries, it was much easier.
Of course, he couldn’t entirely avoid all the sentries; the guards inside the building were much denser, but all the sentries that attacked him had forever shut their mouths.
At least until these sentries were discovered, this infiltration was safe.
In the dim and gray light, He Ao quickly found his wardrobe, then picked out a sweater with a thick jacket from it, put it on, and replaced the hospital gown he was wearing.
Once all his clothes were neatly worn, he reached out, pushed aside the innermost part of the wardrobe.
Then he found a thick red scarf inside.
The stitches on the scarf were uneven, appearing to be hand-knitted.
After a brief silence, he put the scarf around his neck.
Then he returned to the living room, turned on the coffee machine, and in the darkness, brewed two cups of coffee, placing them on the coffee table.
——
8:00 p.m.
The elevator doors opened, and an elderly man, whose dark skin made him look like a merchant from the Wilderness, slowly appeared in the quiet corridor.
Behind him in the elevator, there lay several corpses of White Robe Priests, with blood flowing down the floor of the elevator cabin into the elevator shaft.
There were still quite a few White Robe Priests waiting in the hallway.
The elderly man moved slowly forward, looking at the priests rushing towards him, and with each step, a golden spear formed beside him.
The sharp spears easily pierced the golden armor of the White Robe Priests, stabbing through their bodies, and the splattered blood stained the clean floor with a new color.
Eventually, accompanied by bodies falling to the ground, he slowly stopped at the door of a household, then lifted his head to look at the surveillance camera above.
The next second, a dazzling golden radiance burst from the camera, instantly shattering it.
The elderly man lowered his head to look at the smart lock in front of him.
"Old model."
He lifted his hand, preparing to break the smart lock.
’Beep—’
But accompanied by a light sound, the smart lock automatically unlocked, and the door opened backward.
The elderly man’s gaze paused slightly, and he looked inside.
Bright lights turned on at that moment, shining in the silent living room.
The young man wearing the jacket sat on the couch, with two cups of coffee in front of him, smilingly watching the elderly man standing at the door.
"Welcome."
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