World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 122 The Uninvited Visitor
Lin An was about to get closer to take a look when he realized that he had lost his physical form.

When he tried to move his hands and feet, nothing happened. Apart from his 360° field of vision, he was stuck in place and unable to move around.

The area illuminated by this green light was about 50 meters in radius from Lin An. Beyond that, it became very blurry and eventually undetectable.

“As the radiation level increases, the range of sensation can also expand,” Lin An pondered. “The most urgent task now is to obtain some ‘Seeker of Knowledge’ media…”

As he pondered, he saw the Dawn Society pass directly past Simon and Mishi's room, finally stopping at his doorway.

"Da da da."

A knock sounded on the door, and the light representing Barry moved. Lin An suddenly snapped out of his daze and opened his eyes.

I was so engrossed in my work that I almost forgot to wake up.

When the group entered, Lin An was already dressed. He yawned as he walked out of the bedroom, where a familiar knight appeared before him. The knight smiled and greeted Lin An.

Good morning, Mr. Lin.

"Good morning, Knight. It's been eight hours since we last met." Having fought a battle together, Lin An and Knight's relationship had grown a little closer. "Is your overtime finished?"

“Unfortunately, not yet. The Dawn Association always operates on a 007 work schedule,” the knight said humorously. “Before the formal meeting begins, a lady from the Dawn Association would like to see you, Mr. Lin.”

"Sorry, I've had enough of women tonight." Lin An raised his hand. "Can I have a man instead?"

The knight immediately gave Lin Quan a suggestive look and stroked his curly beard.

"I think I can..."

"No! I was wrong! Women are great!" Lin An hurriedly said.

“What I mean is that I can contact other officers, but thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Lin.”

After saying that, he turned on the TV.

Instead of the initial interface for selecting a channel, the screen displayed a middle-aged woman sitting in an office, with a world map hanging behind her and thick, retro-style bookshelves.

"You must be Mr. Lin."

She picked up a printed document.

"I have just finished reading your report, and it is truly an amazing achievement, so I would like to say a few words to you. Oh, don't be nervous, it really is just a few words."

Lin An gestured for the woman to put down her documents gracefully and continued speaking.

"You and your companions planned tonight's operation, which was, I must say, brilliant. But what interests me even more is your performance. Your composure under pressure, calm analysis, and ability to adapt to changing circumstances have greatly surprised the Dawn Association."

"To rescue your companion, you cleverly used coded messages from the scriptures to deceive the inspectors and send a message to Sir William, saving his life before it was threatened. This undoubtedly proves your kind, humble, and compassionate heart, and the King is willing to award you a beautiful Order of the Thistle!"

"My only question is, Mr. Lin, after the Dawn Association left, how did you use mystical arts to break free from Missina's control over the marriage contract?"

So the Dawn Association was unaware of what happened after the explosion?
It must have been the owners of the MGM Grand Casino who took action to erase all traces.

After a moment's thought, Lin An replied, "I don't know either. Maybe the person who led the way helped me."

"The guide?" The female officer flipped through the report. "I see. So it was him who made the move." She turned back to Lin An. "We have obtained most of the information from your companions, so we will not ask for any more details."

The casino owner must hold a high position in the world of mystics, Lin An thought to himself.

"As I said, you are an absolute warrior, but your achievements and reputation do not match your talent, which is a real loss to St. Anilov."

The female officer spoke in a calm, slow voice, her pronunciation of English, so different from that of the United States, conveying a sense of noble aloofness.

“Unlike them, I admire your talent. If you are willing to join the Dawn Association, you will enjoy rewards that match your efforts.”

Lin An understood. It turned out that the Dawn Association had gone to great lengths to find him separately just to poach his employees.

The inspectors' cronies are spread throughout every branch of the foundation. If the Dawn Association wants to be on equal footing with them, it must also win over some of the foundation's original employees to become their subordinates.

That was Lin An's initial thought, but the female officer's next sentence overturned his guess.

"Although our headquarters are located in New York, training new recruits requires a long-haul flight. Therefore, if you are interested in establishing a friendly relationship with us, please let us know your thoughts as soon as possible."

Does that mean going abroad?

This was unexpected by Lin An.

It seems that although the Dawn Association is supported by Congress and nominated by the Cabinet as a candidate for the "Superpower Committee", it is not a mysterious force native to the Eagle Nation.

Uh, how should I put it...

The only real power in the Eagle Nation was Thunderbird and his group. Unfortunately, the four creator gods not only failed to become the organization managed by the mysterious, but instead became the organization's experimental subjects and research materials, and were put on the wanted list by the St. Anilov Foundation.

From Guy's few words last time, Lin An learned that there were about three aristocratic families in the Dragon Kingdom: the Wang family, the Zhao family, and a family surnamed Ji.

It is unknown how many aristocratic families and powerful mystical forces remained in the Western Continent civilization.

At least the Dawn Society is backed by a Western organization or family, and the casino's owner may also belong to a family that inherited the legacy of the ancient "Comers" dynasty.

Judging from the accents of the knight and the female officer, Lin An felt that the families supporting the Dawn Association were inextricably linked to the Lion Kingdom.

The Eagle Nation and the Lion Nation are truly a pair of interdependent father and son nations. After hearing the female officer's words, Lin An did not refuse on the spot.

Once things are settled in the United States, we might as well take a look at the Western Continent, especially the birthplaces of modern occultism.

What will they look like when the orbits of Comors overlap?

Seeing Lin An's pensive expression, the female officer concluded her conversation, bid farewell to Barry and the knight, and then cut off contact.

A few minutes later, the door was opened again.

"Gada."

Lin An looked in the direction of the sound and saw Simon and Mishi's faces outside. When they saw Lin An and Barry, their eyes showed a mixture of complexity and relief.

It is estimated that they learned about the ins and outs of tonight's events from various sources not long ago.

The complicated part is that Lin An and Barry planned such a big thing without telling them anything; the gratifying part is that the two survived the ordeal, thwarted the inspectorate's conspiracy, saved the Dawn Association and the Foundation's plans, and became "heroes" of Rasmedos.

"Good morning, Captain. Good morning, Mishi," Lin An said first. "What would you like to eat? I'll order room service to bring it all together."

“Barry, I hope you’ve prepared a logical explanation.” Simon frowned. “As for you, Lin, why did you agree to join that guy’s insane plan?”

“Exactly! As colleagues, we should show our spirit of mutual help in times like these! Otherwise, how can we overcome one difficult obstacle after another at work!” Mishi chimed in. “Chicken tacos and orange juice, please.”

“I’m sorry, Captain.” Barry lowered his head, feigning guilt. “I was a bit rash. I’d like a butter croissant and black coffee.”

"Please give me a bacon and maple syrup muffin," the knight interjected.

"..."

"Captain, you haven't ordered yet," Lin An urged. "What would you like? How about a hamburger?"

"Right now, all I want to do is skin you two alive," Simon said, his eyes twitching. "Sigh, thankfully you're both alright, and the crisis has come to a relatively peaceful end. Otherwise, I..."

"Captain, how about we grab some jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes)?" Lin An pressed the room service button. "I wonder if the taste here is authentic—would you like coffee or soy milk?"

"Lin, go make a phone call."

"okay."

By using a trick to confuse the situation, Lin An escaped the vortex of conflict, leaving Barry to answer their questions and deal with the barrage of questions from Simon and Missy.

While washing up and brushing his teeth in the bathroom, Lin An listened intently to their conversation.

Neither the Dawn Association's nor the foundation's incident reports have forcibly ignored any trace of the MGM Grand Casino owner's involvement, and even the inspection team has not investigated his opportunistic behavior in this incident.

According to the information Simon received, Butler Hill Catherine did not use the marriage code to control Lin An, but only threatened him to work for her and take the blame.

The text didn't mention Evensia's name; instead, it used the name of the Rasmedos Inspectorate, who broke into the basement and caused the explosion.

Ultimately, the Dawn Association received Lin An's intelligence and arrived in time to deliver it. Hill was dismissed by the head of the inspection team, and his fate and whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

The rest of the inspection team members were either dead or surrendered, posing no threat.

"Ding dong."

Room service rang the doorbell, and members of the Dawn Society who were waiting in the corridor brought food. Lin An also ordered breakfast for them. After getting the knight's permission, they leaned against the wall and wolfed down their food.

Even the most resilient and mysterious person can't go without eating forever.

Lin An picked up the steaming hot jianbing guozi, which the MGM Grand Hotel translated as "Jinmen Crispy Bing".

I took a bite of the soft outer layer, which was filled with avocado, crab sticks, ham, and crispy crackers. I could only say that the taste was on the verge of becoming a pancake.

Lin An couldn't help but miss the pancake stall downstairs from his aunt's house; the young man there had truly mastered the art of making authentic pancakes.

The knight used a knife and fork to cut open the muffins drizzled with maple syrup, Mishi took bites of the slightly spicy tacos, and even Barry buried his head in his butter croissant. Simon had no choice but to pick up the soy milk beside him.

Just as I brought the paper cup to my lips, the black screen of the TV suddenly lit up.

"Good morning."

Accompanied by a refined male voice, a dashing face like that of a bard appeared, and Simon quickly straightened his posture and sat up straight.

"President Jericho sends his greetings."

Upon hearing his words, the people in the rice bowl all looked up in surprise at the foundation's top leader on the remote call. Lin An swallowed the almost melted avocado with difficulty, while Mi Xi still had a smear of tuna sauce on her lips.

Jericho was not surprised by this, and instead apologized first: "I'm sorry to have disturbed your meal."

"We'll put it away right away."

“No need, let’s just treat this as a morning chat,” Jericho stopped everyone. “You’ve had a hard journey. On behalf of the Foundation, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to you all.”

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