Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1011 - 905: The Magic of Time_2

Chapter 1011: Chapter 905: The Magic of Time_2

After experiencing the war in the upper world, Song Lan set foot in a realm even more advanced than theirs, which might very well be the higher tier mentioned in the prophecies of the upper world. Some beings of the upper world believed there existed an unknown force above them, manipulating the fates of all things, themselves included.

It was precisely for this reason that they had employed every means to catch a glimpse of destiny’s edge, prophesying the arrival of the Saint Heir.

"What are you spacing out for? If we don’t set off now, we’ll be late,"

Song Lan, having already taken off his apron, urged in a daze.

Unlike the emotionally complex "Nothingness," his thoughts were very pragmatic.

Today was the first day of the establishment of Aocher-Nibulu, and everything was at its infancy.

The Sage Er, Er...

The Dwarf Musketeer became the first legitimate ruler of this kingdom.

While they were helping the villagers build Sandstone Town, the Death God Crabs weren’t idle either. First, they built the prison, then for the inaugural king, the grand sage of the Death God Crab clan, the great Dwarf Musketeer, they erected a statue.

Although in Song Lan’s eyes, all adult Death God Crabs looked the same and he couldn’t tell them apart at all.

A friendly Death God Crab explained to him that each crab’s shell pattern was unique, but in truth, since arriving in this kingdom, he hadn’t been able to see even one crab’s pattern.

A conservative estimate would suggest that one would need to be at least 21.75 meters tall to see their patterns clearly.

With such a height, you could play the center position on any basketball team.

Not long ago, the Sage invited them to visit Quicksand Prison in the capital of Aocher-Nibulu. After its completion, the prison welcomed its first batch of lucky guests. A total of 37 high-ranking members of the Brotherhood, including Jack Roman, became the first devoted users of the prison.

The Sage had chosen several willing youths from his clan to act as prison guards, but in reality, before this, the Death God Crabs had no custom of detaining prisoners.

They would typically eat the extremely vicious criminals on the spot, resulting in no waste at all.

"The young Prison Warden hopes to consult us on some knowledge about guarding prisoners,"

Song Lan took out a schedule he had noted down, "After visiting Quicksand Prison, the Sage has invited us to the History Museum in the capital."

The importance of history is unmatched for any tribe.

Under Song Lan’s inspiration, the Sage also planned to record the unique history belonging to the Death God Crabs.

Then, seeing the note after the museum trip, Song Lan said, "By the way, Old Void, do you have any luggage to carry with you?"

"What for?"

"Check and see if there’s anything memorable in it."

With the help of the Bug Swarm engineers, the Death God Crabs built an impressive History Museum, but the newly appointed curator faced a tricky problem.

Their History Museum hardly had a few worthy exhibits.

So far, the list only included the Dwarf Musketeer’s statue and the Divine Artifact "Frost Mourning +15."

Such a museum was indeed quite barren.

"Wait a second, let me look."

"Nothingness" rummaged through all his pockets, looking increasingly embarrassed.

He, the shadow master of the trade association, didn’t have even one memento worth showing.

This was also because he originally thought the purpose of this trip was to aid the Death God Crab clan and repel the invading Brotherhood, only to find out upon arrival that defeating the Brotherhood was merely incidental, akin to encountering a random wild monster in the bushes in a game, while the real main quest was to help the Death God Crabs establish their own kingdom.

After some time, he only managed to fish out a lighter.

He had kept it with him because he had heard that the stoves in Lute City were not reliable and sometimes needed a lighter to help ignite the flame.

"Okay, this will do,"

Song Lan took the lighter, "With this, we now have three exhibits. Pack up a batch of pan-fried buns to take with us too; they can reflect the dietary history of the Death God Crabs."

"How exactly do you view their history!"

"Nothingness" scolded Song Lan.

Who would display packaged pan-fried buns in a museum?

"They’ll spoil after a few days. I think you’re trying to poison the History Museum!"

This wasn’t the first time Song Lan had done such a thing; he was a walking pathogen, spreading poison wherever he went.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,"

Before the wrapped pan-fried buns, Song Lan took a deep breath and focused intently as the surging Spiritual Energy enveloped the entire bun shop.

"...What are you doing?"

"From now on, this bag of buns will always stay as fresh as the moment they came out of the pan. Watch closely, Old Void; this is how you use ’time stop’!"

Regarding underhanded tactics like backstabbing, with such a convenient power at his disposal, why did people always think of using it for violence?

The Divine Artifact "Forever Fresh Old Void Pan-Fried Buns" was born!

Song Lan felt a great sense of accomplishment. These were pan-fried buns that were always steaming hot, emitting a delicious fragrance at all times, able to be preserved in perfect condition regardless of the climate.

"And this lighter is no ordinary item either."

"What mystery does this lighter hold?"

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