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Chapter 388 - Chapter 388 Chapter 388 Differential Treatment

Chapter 388: Chapter 388 Differential Treatment Chapter 388: Chapter 388 Differential Treatment The prayer room, filled with portraits of Biblical characters and bathed in a pale golden sanctity, was gradually enveloped by faint sacred music emanating from the depths of the soul. Lola, devoutly bowing her head, found it nearly impossible to make eye contact with Alaya in front of her.

This meeting was unlike any other she had experienced before. Lola was well aware of this difference. The previous encounters with the “Lord Angel” were “private meetings” without any religious significance–even the experience of being led to Heaven by the Lord Angel was the same. However, the current situation was different; she was meeting the angel during a Cross Sect ritual in the prayer room, which bore a profound religious implication: a Heavenly Revelation.

I certainly was clueless about these things, everything was Alaya’s idea. Reliable or not, when it came to religious and mystical matters, Alaya was truly an expert. She could even imbue her appearances with a series of mystical significances merely by choosing the right moment.

As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, Lola slightly lifted her head and respectfully said to the angel before her, “Honorable Lord Angel, it is an honor to once again bask in your glory.”

Alaya blinked, then her expression suddenly became blank as she looked in my direction.

…She had indeed forgotten her lines…

You dare pull out a small note now?

Using a spiritual connection could achieve the same effect, but to avoid the dire consequences that could come from my often runaway thoughts and Alaya’s thoughtless obedience, I opted for plan B.

Waving, I took out a large white placard from behind, where a line of bold text was written.

Alaya blinked and read as instructed, “The shadows begin to envelop this world; I bring you a message from God’s mouth… mouth…”

I slapped my forehead and hastily wrote the pinyin on the white placard–should’ve used Xyrin Language from the start! This girl is an illiterate when it comes to Chinese characters!

Alaya suddenly realized, “I bring you a message from Jehovah.”

“The threat of Doomsday is imminent; the shadows lurking in the depths of the universe are watching this world. God sends your elder brother to aid this world, and you must… um…”

Why did I still write it in Chinese, damn it!

Alaya stuttered and glanced behind her two consecutive times, and of course, Lola had already noticed. This time, the blonde girl couldn’t contain her curiosity–possibly because the foolish angel in front of her failed to impose any solemnity. In any case, Lola eventually turned her head to peek…

Someone was busy writing on the cardboard–why didn’t I think to use an electronic screen?

Lola looked dumbfounded at the person who seemed to be handling props, while I sheepishly put away the cardboard: “Noah and Jesus never dared to look back…”

Alaya hopped over curiously, “Lord Brother, who is Noah?”

I clenched in frustration: “The old man with the white beard from last time!”

As soon as I finished speaking, a loud noise erupted from the front. Lola, who had been very calm, sprinted towards a nearby desk like a runaway… [horse], grabbed a Bible from the top, and began flipping through it rapidly. After a while, she took a deep breath, “Thank God, I’ve finally managed to preserve my own worldview… So, Lord Angel, can you now tell me what is happening?”

Me: “…Is there a stool? I need to sit down to explain.”

Moments later.

“Disaster?” Lola’s voice sounded quite shocked, “Could it be that the Lord is about to punish humanity? No, that can’t be it… or else you wouldn’t have come to inform me…”

Alaya helped to explain from the side, “It comes from a threat outside of our world, an evil existence not created by God. The planets and stars in the universe are about to lose control, and they will strike your planet. However, the most lethal threat will be erased personally by the Divine Race, and the other threats will be confronted by your elder brother– they are a powerful race from another dimension, born before you, capable enough to combat the rogue stars. You, on the other hand, should evacuate the people living by the coast, as that area will be destroyed by a tsunami in two months.”

After saying this, Alaya looked relieved and then pulled out a hexagonal crystal disk from thin air.

I took the crystal disk, pressed it twice, and handed it to Lola, “Take this; it contains detailed records of the disaster. We have given revelation to you alone, thus, you must fulfill your mission…”

Lola’s face immediately grew serious, and she carefully took the foolproof home-use disposable holographic projector from my hand with immense respect.

After completing all this, Alaya felt that her tasks for the day were accomplished, and promptly flapping her wings, she jumped before Lola–who, despite being surprised by such gestures, had grown somewhat accustomed to these “angels” often acting unexpectedly unlike those in the Bible, realizing that the official meeting had ended, Lola also relaxed slightly.

Then the two natural airheads prepared to start discussing combs and brushes…

“Alright, alright, Alaya,” seeing that if I didn’t intervene, a certain foolish angel would completely forget the urgent matters, I finally couldn’t restrain myself and jumped out, “Let’s go home, we still have big things to do.”

Seeing us preparing to leave, Lola hurriedly got up to see us off, but I stopped her, “You better prepare yourself for the headache of your tasks, you’re going to have a tough few days.”

Lola immediately revealed a subtle smile, “Having the trust of the Lord is already the greatest honor for us, servants.”

Though that’s what she said, I knew, even as a ruler of the influential British Puritan, Lola’s power was limited. Bringing about the evacuation of residents from nearly sixteen cities along Western Europe’s coast with such an influence might be difficult even with the power of the Queen of England. It was somewhat beyond their authority– the United Nations would call this intrusion into another country’s sovereignty. However, Lola, empowered by such a crucial mission from Heaven, showed no concern, despite not knowing what means she planned to use to facilitate such an unprecedented evacuation, I still confidently left everything in the hands of this voluntary laborer.

Exiting Lola’s residence, it was deep into the night, and only then did I suddenly think that I probably should have just stayed at her place–it might sound rather sleazy for a man to stay overnight in a single young woman’s home, but with Lola, there would likely be no objections…

Well, let’s look on the bright side, walking with a divine and beautiful angel through the streets of London on such a quiet and peaceful night, gazing up at the brilliant stars, was quite a nice thing, although I still thought it was no different from being kicked out by a wife in the middle of the night to smoke in frustration– if Alaya kept her invisibility, I was essentially wandering the streets alone.

“Lord Brother, I am sleepy… I want to sleep…”

Alaya, always a good girl, had reached her bedtime again (I was really curious how she calculated the time difference, London’s time differed so much from Tokyo’s and yet she wanted to sleep now? Do angels judge time merely by light exposure?), and immediately started yawning and rubbing her eyes, her wings also drooping listlessly.

Then I was truly alone in my aimless wandering on the streets–some foolish angel had started snoring in my Spirit Sea in less than a minute!

Although such aimless wandering was pleasant, it got boring after a while, and just as this boredom was about to drive me to pull out a shuttle to head back, a somewhat familiar figure slowly approached.

“Shen Lie?”

As the figure walked closer, I asked somewhat unexpectedly, while the other party looked even more surprised than me.

“Lord Angel?”

I awkwardly coughed, “Don’t use that title in normal times–what are you doing here, by the way?”

The silent, deserted night in London and an eighteen-year-old girl wandering the streets alone, although that didn’t seem quite fitting for Shen Lie.

“On patrol,” Shen Lie said as if it were the most natural thing, then I remembered her status, but with the identity of a girl saint, did she still need to patrol in person?

“Just helping a sick junior,” Shen Lie picked up on my curiosity and volunteered an explanation, then she bowed her head, touching the long sword I had given her, “God… Lord… last time…”

“When we were exterminating the Queen’s Fleet, thank you for your help, or there might have been many casualties,” I smiled, disregarding her immediate reaction to explain, “Lola will probably have a major operation soon, and Japan will also need people. There might still be places where the Heavenly Grass Style could be used, you can ask that fox woman for details, just tell her I told you.”

After saying that, I waved to Shen Lie and vanished in a blink.

This way, including the British Puritan and the Japanese Heavenly Grass Style, two forces from the Cross Sect are already involved in this rescue mission. How will the Roman Orthodox Church, completely excluded by “Heaven,” feel after everything is over?

Really… I can’t wait to see!

Because of the time difference, when I returned from England to Academy City, it was still before sunset, which meant I had arrived just in time for dinner. This directly led to Lin Xue accusing me of coming back early just for the dinner…

The success of the trip to London was expected, except for convincing them to follow Brother Xin Chun, Lola was absolutely compliant with us, but over in Asia…

Even though the people from the Heavenly Grass Style can help with the refugee rescue and tsunami defense efforts, at the end of the day, I’d still prefer the local government to stretch their muscles a bit, especially that Old Fox, Aresta. I would feel bad for myself if I didn’t exploit his labor force at a time like this.

Just as I was thinking this, before I even went to find him, a certain pipe-man took initiative.

It was the next morning when I was leading the 120cm sisters around outside the research institute…cough, determining the landing points for the United Fleet, an extended Lincoln suddenly appeared in front of the institute. Out of the car came a wealthy, benevolent-looking old man reminiscent of a monastery’s abbot and a kindly old lady, followed by a young man who seemed to be their servant. He clearly came for me because as soon as they got out of the car, they headed straight for the institute’s entrance. After staring dumbfounded at the white sign at the door, the young man serving as the attendant started walking towards the guardhouse–there was no one opening the door from inside after their car stopped.

In fact, no matter whose car stops at the entrance, no one opens the door; this place has long been treated like a military base off-limits to civilians by a bunch of Imperial Soldiers, except when Zuotian Tsuruya and the others come over to visit, the gate is always locked–don’t say you’re an extended Lincoln, even if forty doors on a train want to get through, they’d have to get blasted open by Vega’s cherished Scorpions with a photon cannon…

“There’s nobody there,” I stepped forward to kindly remind, “The guards aren’t here, and they don’t open the door for anyone.”

The young man looked at me in surprise, then started looking for an intercom next to the automatic doors.

“That won’t work; The annoying vice director yanked the wires off yesterday afternoon,” I said.

The young man looked surprised again, then frowned and distanced himself from what looked like an unemployed young man walking his two younger sisters, and took out a cell phone from his pocket.

I chuckled: “You can’t get through to the director’s office; it’s been two months since they paid the bill…”

“Are you… a researcher here?”

The young man, upon hearing the busy tone, finally stopped ignoring me, walked over curiously asking in a low voice, looking us up and down with a puzzled expression.

Apart from two cute little sisters tagging along behind, the person in front of him didn’t really look like a high-level intellectual capable of working in a research institute–I admit I shouldn’t have worn slippers when coming out.

I quickly waved my hands: “No, no, no…”

The young man let out an “Oh” understandingly.

“I’m the director here…”

Then the young man, the old man, and the old lady all fell over.

“Do you need me for something?”

I curiously looked at the three in front of me, not recognizing any of them, and I also didn’t think anyone here would specifically come looking for me unless they really believed the nonsense Vega wrote outside the door about coming to me for stomach illness treatment–but looking at the glowing faces of the old couple, it seemed unlikely…

The old couple exchanged glances, then the former stepped forward, his demeanor kindly and approachable: “Nice to meet you, Director. It’s like this; I’m the director of Sakurai Orphanage. Um, you might not have heard this name, but… we are the guardians of the child Silvia… we heard Silvia is now living here…”

“Oh~” I drew out the sound and then also showed a gentle smile, “Silvia’s guardian, right?”

The other party smiled in response, nodding repeatedly.

“The question is, Silvia only suddenly appeared here a few months ago, so when did you start guarding her?”

Both of their expressions changed suddenly after hearing this statement. I couldn’t help but marvel at Aresta’s tackiness: How could he come up with such an idea, to find these two characters to play an emotional drama with me, do they think I’m a fool?

“This… I’m sorry, I don’t really understand what you mean. Silvia has been adopted by the Academy City since she was young…”

“I know, I know, that’s what you told her. And even if I call her out now, she would probably think the same,” I said, then my tone suddenly turned cold, “but you can go back and inform your superiors now, don’t say any more of this pointless nonsense. We’ve discovered Silvia’s secret, and now, we do not intend to let her go back!”

“Are you opposing the Academy City!?”

The previously benign elderly gentleman suddenly stood up straight, his tone revealing a hint of authority.

“You better think clearly, young Director. I know researchers are very curious about the unknown, but your entire operation here relies on the peaceful conditions provided by the Academy City. Give up that girl, and we can offer you much more. Whatever research you want to conduct, it’s possible!”

“Uh, seems like you guys are just small fry,” I shrugged, “That old fox probably wouldn’t bother to personally give you orders, he didn’t even let you know the special aspects of this research institute–there are some things you guys don’t know. Now, go back the same way you came, report my words exactly, and afterwards, this matter has nothing to do with you.”

My words were quite rude, and the other person’s face immediately contorted, but he wisely suppressed his impulse, then gave me a resentful look, turned, and got into the car.

The stretched Lincoln kicked up a trail of dust as it left, making me somewhat deflated–I had thought they would be impulsive and cause a bloody scene right at the entrance of the research institute, but they left so cleanly.

“Big Brother, are we going to dismantle Aresta’s stronghold now?”

Visca’s thought process was just like Pandora’s; as soon as relations soured, the first thing they thought of was to rush over and smash up the place.

I rubbed Visca’s little head, shaking my head: “Sometimes the best way to deal with an enemy isn’t to kill him, but to enslave him forever, turning the very person you loathed into a servant willing to die for you,–that’s why Brother initially trained to be a hunter…”

Then Visca and Pandora both were like ‘Oh.’

“So, how do you plan to make Aresta obedient?”

Big Sister, who must have been standing behind us, suddenly leaned in, curious.

“He’s different from Lola. The latter can be driven by belief, while the former will only obey profit.”

“And absolute power,” I turned my head, a mysterious smile on my face, “Inform Sandora to start dispatching warships to this universe, it doesn’t matter what model, all to be concealed behind the moon. Then have the underground Information Center’s Bubbles covertly take over the Academy City’s information network. I want every single display screen here to flash the Xyrin Empire’s insignia in the background. Didn’t Pandora edit a recruitment advertisement? Get that ready too, and lastly…”

Big Sister had guessed what I was going to say next and chuckled, “Lastly, you’re going to stir up trouble, my precious little brother is really the best!”

…I’m really curious about how Big Sister has been able to judge her brother’s character all this time…

“By the way, Sister, how is Kiyama Haruaki doing now?” Speaking of employing the underground Information Center’s Xyrin Host, I suddenly remembered the scatterbrained female teacher who had been renting Empire equipment there. So many days had passed, and with the Xyrin Hosts’ formidable computing power, has she not sorted it out yet?

“You finally remembered her,” Big Sister sighed helplessly. “Those children have already woken up. Kiyama Teacher has been wanting to thank you these past few days, but you are always so busy you’re never seen. She should be in the back medical area of the institute, taking care of the children. I’ll go with you and see her later.” (To be continued. For further developments, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)