Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1063 - 928: Salted Fish Soul

Chapter 1063: Chapter 928: Salted Fish Soul

Song Lan suddenly realized that both Old Lu and Old Void were the type of people who disregarded life and death. When it came to Sachila fried rice, one dared to cook it, and the other dared to eat it.

Cherishing life and desiring only a peaceful life, Song Lan naturally couldn’t compete with two doomed men. Moreover, if the working environment at H1 was as relaxed and pleasant as described in the transfer order, with a 25-fold increase in salary, changing the work environment seemed not so unacceptable.

As a Salted Fish Soul, what Song Lan excelled at was building up his own psychological resilience.

As long as he could convince himself, every day would be easy and happy.

However, for the responsible Lu Xiang, the transfer would bring a series of tedious tasks. Unlike her predecessor, she couldn’t just pat her butt and leave when her term was up. She spent the whole afternoon preoccupied with the issue of handing over work.

As for Captain Doug,

Although he was straightforward and somewhat unlucky with cases—either getting his butt glued to the toilet by unknown ability users or having a few ribs shattered by shotgun pellets fired by worm-replaced individuals—no one in the entire Law Enforcers department was more suited to take over the director’s duties than him.

After they left The First Region, Medea and others like the Devourers watched over the region’s developments, so there shouldn’t be too big of a slip-up in terms of public order.

"Ivan just contacted me," he said. "He has arranged for us to use the internal passage of Military Intelligence Section Seven, which should allow us to avoid the eyes and ears of the Rebel Army and the external departments."

Lu Xiang took one last look at Lute City from the balcony.

The people who survived the calamity began the work of rebuilding their homes, everything in need of revitalization.

This time, they had to leave the Oasis in a way that avoided attracting attention.

Before leaving, Song Lan kept his promise and made an early call to Medea, who bombarded him with questions as soon as the call connected.

After all, Medea came from a biopharmaceutical company. Prevention and spread of viruses were her specialties. She was extremely interested in this sudden outbreak of disease and even hoped that Song Lan could return to the junkyard before heading to The First Region to provide some blood samples for the research team.

The topic was too tempting, her mind unable to settle for a long time.

Nobody had ever studied the concept of a Deity; it was far removed from their lives. Not to mention obtaining a Deity’s blood sample, even the most fervent believers might not hear a Whisper from a Deity in their lifetime.

But Song Lan really didn’t like abstract terms such as "Deity" or "Higher World Beings." Even during the most flourishing periods of the Spiritual Energy civilization, he had more than once asked those who communicated with him not to refer to him that way.

For him, the so-called Whispers of the Higher World were actually just blind-box phone calls, a way to pass the too-boring days. Over time, perhaps because he was too amiable, every conversation turned into a hot-line for emotional support, which also made him aware of the Church’s harsh regulations.

"Are you leaving today?"

Seeing that the two had finished packing, the "Nothingness" who had fed on a sufficiency of their presence suddenly felt reluctant to see them go.

The United Government had once signed an agreement with him, limiting his appearance within the territories of the United Government without permission.

Although Song Lan and Lu Xiang were annoying at times, they were among the few people in the world with whom he could enjoy a good conversation. Once they left, his life would revert to the solitary wanderings of the past.

What did that public service ad on TV say?

Caring for the elderly Void, everyone’s responsibility!

"There are still many things to handle. Once we get to The First Region, we have to choose a home, considering we might live there for a while,"

Lu Xiang said.

The Dumb Bird had always been a hands-off manager. Fortunately, she now had the "Sea of Souls," a super artificial intelligence that had become her most intimate butler. The matters needing attention for the transfer and move were being analyzed in detail and included in the to-do list. Lu Xiang could not help feeling that in this era, reliable artificial intelligence was much more useful than Spiritual Energy.

"I checked the account, his and my money together should suffice for the down payment in The First Region."

"Ah, oh, that’s good."

"Nothingness" felt somewhat uneasy. In fact, he didn’t understand housing prices; because of the guild, he never had to face economic and housing issues. He just had to send a message to the current head of the guild, and the guild could find him suitable accommodations anywhere "outside."

The perceptive Song Lan noticed the unusual behavior of "Nothingness," and said, "Old Void, you’re not young anymore, it’s time to embark on a new journey."

"A new journey?"

"Your guild leader, if nothing unexpected, might have some feelings for you."

"You’ve never even seen her face!"

Having been around Song Lan for a long time, "Nothingness" gradually heightened his anti-fraud awareness.

Whenever the other party made suggestions, he had to question them first.

"There are some things you can feel without having to meet face-to-face. Why not give it a try? Even if it fails, you won’t lose anything."

"After all this time, you think I’d still believe your nonsense?"

"Old Void, how many relationships have you been in?"