Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1022 - 910: Drinking Alcohol is Harmful to Health_2

Chapter 1022: Chapter 910: Drinking Alcohol is Harmful to Health_2

But under the instructor’s scolding, the recruits reluctantly followed the command.

"This is your first time praying, and I will personally guide you through it..."

The instructor’s stern voice suddenly stopped.

As a group of people knelt down in unison, the two who remained standing in the crowd were particularly conspicuous.

He quickly walked towards the two.

"Nothingness" crossed his arms and was unyielding. Not just any minor lackey without even a name, but even if the God of Life himself appeared before him, he would not kneel and pray.

It was more likely he would pull Song Lan along to have a drink at the tavern.

As the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

The instructor’s hand reached for the whip tied at his waist, delighted that on the first day of enlistment, two undisciplined troublemakers had emerged, providing an excellent opportunity to set an example for the others.

"Tell me you two..."

His consciousness experienced a brief blank, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself already in front of the two.

The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.

The evening’s cold breeze made many shiver.

What had just happened?

He vaguely remembered walking towards the two, intending to make an example of them in front of all the recruits.

Even "Nothingness" was stunned for a long while.

The jump in time was completely unexpected, and he had already prepared to lead all the new recruits in a mutiny on their first day of gathering at the camp.

From the current situation, it seemed Song Lan had no immediate plans to deal with the instructor.

Otherwise, when his consciousness cleared, a corpse with a pierced chest would have appeared before them.

Not only that, but Song Lan excitedly grasped the instructor’s hand, saying repeatedly, "Thanks to you, instructor, today’s prayer was extremely enlightening, but I still have some questions I’d like to ask you. Do you have time next?"

"Ah, oh, eh?"

The instructor took quite a while to accept the reality, and he glanced at the time.

Evening 21:00.

This marked the end of the second prayer session. According to the schedule, the recruits had an hour for washing up and free time. At 22:00 sharp, they were to go to bed, officially ending their first day of military life.

And in the current situation, the two individuals he was facing were not troublemakers but rather active believers in the Church.

If this were in a school, they would be the eager students who run to the teacher to ask questions the moment class ends.

"Old Song, you..."

"Nothingness" was speechless.

Hours had passed in an instant, and this dark sky also meant that the lives of everyone in this world had leaped forward several hours.

And all this was just to skip the "lessons" Song Lan disliked.

Shortening the duration of the lessons indefinitely and extending the break time indefinitely was Song Lan’s wish as a student.

"I haven’t met someone I could talk to like this in a long time, instructor. I know a good place nearby, and I would like to invite you for a drink."

"Mm, alright."

The instructor nodded slowly, "I naturally have time to answer your questions."

This fellow had blithely accepted the friend setting!

"Nothingness" couldn’t suppress his desire to comment. He was well aware that the moment time leaped, Song Lan’s virus had deeply implanted itself into the instructor—the firm believer of the God of Life had now become the first infected individual in the camp.

And he had completely disregarded the rule that no one was allowed to leave the camp.

"Old Void, come along too. I think you also had many insights during the prayer just now, right?"

"...Yes, I also have many questions I’d like to ask."

"Nothingness" was forced to come up with numerous learning insights.

And for Song Lan, all this was within his control.

When time leaped, people’s consciousness would plunge into a brief void, making them most susceptible to others’ deception.

No one understood this feeling better than Song Lan.

Every now and then, the sinister Director Lu would take advantage of his groggy consciousness right after waking up to coax him into agreeing to some odd requests.

Although the Director was not involved in this operation, her spirit was with everyone.

At Song Lan’s recommendation, the instructor who should have supervised all the new recruits willingly stayed behind, allowing two people to leave the military camp through the main gate. Seeing the three of them laughing and talking, the guards at the main gate exchanged surprised glances—they hadn’t seen the instructor this happy in a long time.

Entering the tavern, they ordered several servings of synthetic barbecue, and Song Lan generously called for a bottle of high-end liquor and a glass of apple juice.

The above expenses were jointly sponsored by the Law Enforcers of District Seventeen and the personal treasury of Princess Lieyang.

"What’s the meaning of this apple juice?"

As Song Lan brought the apple juice toward himself, the instructor cast a skeptical glance as expected.

Drinking apple juice at a wine table was extremely impolite.

Song Lan, unfazed, asked, "Instructor, have you ever heard of the Ascetics?"

"Ascetics?"

"The so-called asceticism is overcoming one’s own desires. You might not think so looking at me now, but I used to be a desperate alcoholic."

"Nothingness" was once again dumbfounded.

This Song Lan had not uttered a single truth from the beginning to the end; not even the Brotherhood’s scam gangs were as deceitful as him!

But pressured by Song Lan’s imposing gaze, he coughed lightly and said, "Yes, he used to be a complete alcoholic."

"What happened then? Why did you quit drinking?"

This topic successfully piqued the instructor’s interest.

"Later on, I indulged myself too much, drinking heavily every day. Eventually, my stomach couldn’t take it anymore. When I was sent to the hospital, the Prosthetic Doctor almost declared me dead. When a person is close to death, their consciousness dissociates from the body, and all their past experiences flash before their eyes like scenes on a rotating lantern, and just then, I heard a voice."

"What voice?"

The instructor, seemingly touched, pressed on.

"The voice asked me, if I were given another chance to start over, how would I choose?"

A good lie must be a mix of truth and fabrications.

There was a time when he indeed often got drunk, which was because Lu Xiang always schemed to get him drunkenly incoherent, then engaged in some indecent acts.

Later, she stopped when she heard that frequent drunkenness was bad for health.

"You heard the Whisper of the God of Life!"

The instructor was so excited that he almost stood up from his chair. The Church had mentioned the existence of the Whisper, but even he had never truly been under the gaze of the God of Life.

"She bestowed upon me a second life, and hence I decided to forsake desires and became an Ascetic."

"I see."

"To tell you the truth, our visit to the Oasis was to follow the guidance of the God of Life. Instructor, in your eyes, what exactly is the God of Life like?"

"Compassionate, loving, she loves every person in the world equally."

"I think so too."

At this point, Song Lan suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Then, what do you think, how many people will survive if we start a war with the Rebel Army?"

The instructor paused for a while and did not directly answer his question.

If viewed rationally, their chances of success approached zero, which is why he believed that only a miracle could help them win this war.

His gaze sharpened considerably, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"A compassionate and loving god, would she really let her believers die for a war that is nearly impossible to win?"

"Perhaps, this is the trial given to us by the God of Life, courage and determination, as well as firm belief, these are the qualities we must display in this trial."

"These are indeed important, but besides these, wisdom is also essential."

"Wisdom?"

"You’re right, it indeed is a trial, but have you ever thought, perhaps the real purpose of this trial is not for us to win this war?"