Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1016 - 907: Hey, Mr. Henry_2

Chapter 1016: Chapter 907: Hey, Mr. Henry_2

Otherwise, if visitors who came later saw such a thing, they would definitely look down on him.

Before the donation, "Nothingness" had also fiddled with the lighter, when he handed it over to The Sage personally, a crimson flame enveloped the lighter—up until then, he’d never tried using Spiritual Energy purely as a decoration.

Song Lan always managed to come up with some psychic uses that would make him blackout.

Home-type Psychic.

A new career branch suddenly popped into his mind.

"Add to that these pan-fried buns that will never corrupt, and the History Museum has three Divine Artifact-level exhibits, which would be considered high level even on a global scale."

Song Lan took part in the exhibit storage Ceremony hosted by The Sage. The new tri-lingual signboards would soon be completed, adequately reflecting the multi-cultural nature of the Death God Crab clan as integrated with the world.

Warm applause lasted for a minute, then both he and the Death God Crabs fell into an awkward silence as they looked at the empty exhibition hall.

"Nothingness," drawing on his years of travel experience, reminded, "If this museum sold tickets, it would probably be reported for fraud."

After entering and viewing the three exhibits, only the vast emptiness of the display cabinets remained, and the visit could end in about 2 minutes.

"That’s because your perspective is too limited."

Song Lan waved his hand and said, "Compared to when the museum first opened, the number of Divine Artifacts on display has increased by 200%, do you understand the concept of 200%?"

You could go to any History Museum in the world and ask the director what a colossal project it would be to increase their current exhibit count by 200%, yet the Death God Crabs accomplished this seemingly impossible task in just one day.

This fully demonstrates the potential of this exhibition hall, and to describe it as having a promising future would not be an exaggeration.

"Have you ever worked in a statistical department?"

"Nothingness" suddenly looked at Song Lan with doubt.

There are always such people in every place.

Their day-to-day job is to quantify serious social problems into numbers, and then use their rich experience to tell you that the situation is not as serious as you think.

They are all minor issues of no great importance.

All is well, the world is at peace.

"No."

Song Lan shook his head, "I did give some suggestions to my supervisor on crime rate statistics before, but I was ordered to stay away from the head of the statistics department in the future."

"You should stay away from them."

"Nothingness" very much agreed with Lu Xiang’s decision.

It was no wonder he was their old friend; even though his powers and memories were now murky, he instinctively remembered the hazardous nature of Song Lan.

He felt that the prosperity of District Seventeen today was largely thanks to Lu Xiang’s presence; otherwise, it wouldn’t take long for Song Lan to cause corruption from the Law Enforcers department, from top to bottom.

"We can only help you up to this point, after all, Aocher Nibulu is your kingdom, and the history displayed here should be created by you personally."

Due to his height limitations, Song Lan could only pat The Sage’s column-like crab leg with deep emotion.

"But how do we create our own history?"

The Sage sensed the parting sentiment and was reluctant to let go.

For the Death God Crabs, this day held extraordinary significance.

The arrival of the two allowed them to emerge from the depths of the sand and truly have their own kingdom, isolated from the world but also owning as vast a land as the outside world, waiting to be explored by them.

Moreover, the Bug Swarm sent many scholars to impart knowledge to them, teaching them things they had never touched before.

The seed of civilization was gestating on this land, and their task was to make this seed, bestowed upon them by the Deity themselves, bloom and bear fruit.

"Remember the name of this place, History Museum. Its purpose is to record anything that holds significance for you, and this is a decision made collectively by you and your tribe."

"Anything of significance to us..."

The Sage’s gaze was piercing, yet he seemed to understand and not understand at the same time.

Grasping all of this in such a short period was quite difficult, but fortunately, it had plenty of time to learn, and the title of the first ruler of Aocher Nibulu ignited an unprecedented motivation within it.

This was just the beginning, it had to move forward.

Before parting, The Sage sincerely said to the two of them, "When you next visit here, I guarantee that the History Museum will no longer be empty."

It was a promise.

A vow to the Deity and the eternal dear friends of the clan.

When the two of them left the kingdom of the Death God Crab, the sky of the Oasis was already showing the first light of dawn.

What a long day it had been; Song Lan hadn’t closed his eyes since waking up that morning.

After the two had left, The Sage fulfilled his promise.

Before dawn arrived, he added a new exhibit to the History Museum:

"Mr. Henry — The Man with Myocardial Infarction."

His existence held extraordinary significance for the Death God Crab clan.

They recorded Mr. Henry’s deeds in three different languages, even if one day he were to dry out or become a pile of bones in the museum, the Death God Crabs would keep his memory in their hearts.

It was Mr. Henry who made them aware of the horrors of heart disease, and also spurred generations of young Death God Crabs onto the path of medical exploration.

...

A single day was enough for the already turbulent Oasis to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Compared to their last arrival in Lute City, the whole city had quieted down, with very few people on the streets. When dawn came, the revelers were gone, and every household had their doors and windows tightly shut. Those with a few tricks up their sleeves had already packed their bags, hiring buses in a scramble to flee in all directions.

They had a premonition that this would be a war on a larger scale than any previous crackdown, affecting more people.

Today, in the Oasis, there are dozens of Rebel Army members with bounties exceeding ten million, and their leaders are infamous, nearly each one carrying the reputation of subverting the state.

And now, they were aiming their spears at the true ruler of this nation — the Brotherhood.

The Oasis Peace Company owned by the Brotherhood also initiated their actions.

They strategically withdrew their personnel from major cities like Lira, and the border cities with less Rebel Army influence became their main strongholds.

Maybe it was because of the sandstorm they encountered along the way, Song Lan and "Nothingness" became active targets that the Oasis Peace Company sought to enlist.

No sooner had the two entered the city and walked a few steps than they were handed flyers.

The girl handing out flyers wore tight nun’s garb, wrapping her body securely while still revealing their graceful curves. Song Lan secretly observed for a moment and found that all of the Oasis Peace Company’s flyer distributors were uniformly beautiful nuns with warm smiles, offering a bit of comfort in these chaotic times.

The kids couldn’t resist this sight.

This was Song Lan’s assessment of the Oasis Peace Company’s strategy.

Just by standing on the street for a while, they saw several young locals from Lute City who had intended to leave succumbing to the nuns’ charm offensive, flyer in hand, scurrying off to the assembly point they mentioned.

In addition to their charm offensive, the Oasis Peace Company also showed plenty of sincerity — they prepared abundant supplies at the assembly points for the public, enough to protect themselves even if war came.

And for those enlisting now to safeguard the Oasis’s security, the highest level of favor from the company awaited them.

"Old Void, do you see what’s going on?"

"Hmm, your gaze lingered on the nun’s body for 13 seconds."

?

Under Song Lan’s puzzled gaze, "Nothingness" patted Song Lan’s shoulder with an "I’ve got this" look and said, "You like tight nun garb, huh? No worries, you don’t have to say it out loud, I’ll talk to Old Lu. The clothing company under our guild can custom tailor anything you want."

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