World Occult Usage Guide

"Midgard, what a strange name."

In the office on the top floor of the Capitol Building, the air conditioning was humming loudly. Lin An picked up the mug next to him and took a sip. The aroma of buffalo milk and coffee filled the air.

If you ignore the uninvited guy who showed up here, he would give himself a perfect score for his working conditions.

After introducing the World Tree system to Stingle Nach, he very sensibly chose the codename "Sprouter," becoming an unofficial "Sprouter" like David and the Gilgood family.

However, the Gilgood family is based in the Ivory Coast of Lacono, and their interactions with the World Tree of Bantu are limited to business, technology, and political exchanges.

David was also one of the Pentecostal priests. After recovering the ship, he quickly embarked on his journey back to Kigani.

After the Lacono incident, David became even more convinced that Lin An would bring unity and peace to the South. With the Maori people praising him, he decided to contact the O'Connor Group in the Kingdom of Kiwi and have his family remotely sponsor World Tree with some foreign exchange.

Only Stinle Nach usually does nothing but wander around. If he has a birdcage in his hand, he looks just like an old man on the streets of Beijing.

"Comrade Xiao Le, what are your thoughts?" Lin An operated the keyboard with one hand and lightly tapped the code with the other. He couldn't help but frown when he saw the contents.

"Such a cold mythological name is not suitable for use near the equator, don't you think, Mr. Kobayashi?"

"Air conditioning will be installed in the atrium."

“Air conditioning can’t compare to the Yotun’s icy cold,” Stingle said. “Why not call it ‘Siheyuan’ (courtyard house)? That term evokes many fond childhood memories for me.”

Lin An glanced at him: "Didn't you notice that I don't want people to guess the specific identity of the World Tree developer? Rather, I hope that someone will misunderstand that I am from Northwest State, so that I can put the blame on the Human Heritage Foundation."

"That group of people have been busy traveling between various organizations lately, wishing that everyone could board that Skidplatz, which sails on land and sea, and travel back and forth between the seven seas without stopping."

After observing for several days, Lin An discovered that although Brother Lezi seemed to do whatever he wanted, he would only reveal some unimportant information about the aristocratic families. As for the real secrets, he kept them to himself.

Since that's the case, there's no need to keep this guy here.

"Comrade Xiao Le, let distant Odin die inside Fenrir's belly. [Tyrant] has begun its operation." Lin An turned the computer screen. "Look at this message sent to me by a high-ranking official from the Loisi province on the northern border of Bantu."

Sting stroked his chin as he read the grammatically incorrect email.

To everyone,
I was sitting in a truck full of soldiers, fleeing the Loisy province where I had served for 20 years. In that abandoned city, rumors spread through the streets that the Ubangi were about to destroy the Bantu.

Loisy is a border city, separated from its neighboring country of Bakkincho by only a narrow river.

Just hours earlier, Ubangi forces had exchanged artillery fire with Bakhincho's rebel forces, with mortar shells and machine gun bullets hitting the residential area of ​​Luwasi.

The outcome of this battle was self-evident. Just a few minutes ago, when I was standing on the main street, I could already hear the Ubangi troops deployed on the eastern hills, with soldiers moving back and forth in their low, concealed camps.

Behind me, Ba Jinqiu's deserters secretly crossed the Ruzizi River at night to loot, burn, and kill in Loisy.

“We will crush the Bantu people, and a month will be enough—no, twenty days.”

Some deserters secretly told me about the Ubangi army's boastful words.

This may not be true, but I personally witnessed the Ubangi army slaughtering civilians in Bakhincho on the other side of the river. The people resisted with their fists, knives, and the occasional weapons they seized from the enemy.

I didn't dare to confront them, so I deserted along with the other deserters.

Nzabi Mpengu will forgive my cowardice.
A high-ranking official in the Loisy department.

After reading it, Stinle was silent for a moment, then said, "In this way, the Loisy province has basically fallen. Fortunately, the northern border is still some distance from Kinsasha."

"As expected of Comrade Xiao Le, so optimistic." Lin An turned back to the computer. "According to the excellent matching mechanism of the Southern Continent, that makeshift team in the North that I didn't have time to replace won't last a week."

"No way." Stingle measured the distance on the map with his fingers. "It's about the distance between Youzhou and Jiaozhou—a whole Wei and Wu kingdom in between. I can't even beat the game that fast in Dynasty Warriors."

"Reality is much more magical than games." Lin An was a little surprised by Lezi's homebody nature. He didn't expect this guy to have the leisure to play games. "The faster the Ubangi tanks drive, the faster the Bantu army surrenders and runs away."

Stingler paced back and forth, picked up a cookie from the small table, stuffed it into his mouth, and after a long while said, "Kinsara just went through a war a month ago."

"Neither the army nor the reserves have been restored yet. We must delay the Ubangi army's offensive. Comrade Xiao Le, although you are Lin Hainan's envoy and the conservatives, can I ask you for a favor?"

“Will you help me defend the city?” Stingle picked up another cookie.

“Since Lin Hainan initially asked you to assist me in ‘conquering’ Jinsasha, it means that your mysterious nature must have this ability.”

“Actually, my prototype is related to angels, which is why they made me a messenger.” Stingle licked his fingers and smiled slightly. “However, most of the mysteries of angels are multifunctional, aren’t they?”

Memories flooded back, and Lin An continued, "I'm counting on you, Comrade Xiao Le."

“Protecting your ‘believers’ is also one of the responsibilities Mr. Lin entrusted to me.” Stingle patted his chest. “If they dare to invade, I will make sure they suffer a crushing defeat—I’m taking this box of cookies with me.”

After watching Stingle leave the Capitol Building, Lin An sent a message to Mezzo via the "One Eye of God."

"【Andromeda】, try to track Brother Lezi using these coordinates."

Although Lin An still doesn't know the true identity of Mezo, her mask can conceal her aura, and sometimes even mislead Lin An, indicating that she is at least legendary level. About half an hour later, Mezo sent a confirmation message.

"He can't detect me."

“Very good. Can you keep tracking him?” Lin An asked tentatively. This task was obviously too heavy for the lazy Mezo, and it was also somewhat dangerous.

To everyone's surprise, Mezzo readily agreed.

"no problem."

At that moment, Lin An realized that Mezo had become taciturn since he returned.

She no longer shared those fantastical ramblings, nor did she constantly say she wanted to sleep. She was especially reliable when entertaining Stinle Nach.

Is this considered... growing up?

After repeatedly confirming Mezzo's wishes, Lin An told her to go with Stingle.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

The sound of war drums came from downstairs in the Capitol Building; it was the World Tree's civilian department rehearsing their recruitment "performance."

According to the construction schedule given by Fu Bin, the job fair will begin on February 15th, which will also be the completion date of the [Central Courtyard].

I can't wait to create my own virtual avatar.

Lin An exited the World Tree System and continued to multitask, using one hand on the keyboard and the other on an ancient book with an elaborate cover and thick pages.

Although Stinle Nach returned the 12 volumes of the Complete Book of Magic to Lin An, the translation and comparison that Adria sent him, as well as the documents he had already translated, were lost. He had to reinterpret the contents of the sixth volume from memory.

The Complete Book of Magic VI: Working with the Devil - The Contracts, Symbols, and Taboos of the Kings and Nobles of Hell.

…………

A teenager weaved through the crowd, clutching a leather women's wallet in his hand.

"Boom!"

A heavy blow came from above and hit the boy on the head.

He immediately fell to the ground, scratched his head, and looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a pink suit, a corsage on his chest, and a flannel hat. The man held a cigar in his left hand, a vintage cane in his right hand, and light red leather shoes, which almost blinded the boy.

Such an elaborate and eye-catching outfit should not appear on the streets of Kinsasha—at least not in a poor area!
“You should return what you stole to its rightful owner.” The man had a similar lower-class accent to the boy, but his words were elegant. “You know stealing is wrong—never mind, where did you come from?”

“I followed the army until our barracks were disbanded, or at least that’s what I heard. In fact, I guess they were eaten by an eight-eyed tiger, leaving not even a bone fragment.”

"So you're not a Kinsasha?" the man asked.

"Is this Kinsasha?" The boy scratched his head. "Then I need to find a place to play football."

"You can go play football tomorrow. Why don't you try your luck at the Capitol Building in the city center today? The World Tree's recruitment fair is about to begin."

"A job fair, is it similar to military recruitment?" The boy's eyes lit up. "Great, looks like I've got my next meal sorted."

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too. I hope the World Tree can provide some food right away. I’ve been starving for three days and three nights.” The man raised his hat and gave a high-society bow of thanks. “But first we have to return that wallet to its owner.”

"Or are you going to hit me with your cane again?" The boy took a step back. "I have a knife."

“I can keep you from telling you where the Capitol is.” The man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. “You don’t know the way to Kinsasha, do you? Let me tell you, a lot of people want to work at World Tree, and if you’re late, there won’t be any seats left.”

The boy frowned and clicked his tongue.

"Fine, I'll pay it back! There doesn't seem to be any money in here."

He gestured behind the man, and a girl dressed in tattered clothes, with short hair and a face covered in mud, stumbled over, shouting in English.

"Stop! Give me back my things!"

The boy casually tossed his wallet to the girl, who caught it in a flurry, pulled out a family photo from the hidden compartment, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness I still have this photo." She tucked her wallet into her pocket. "Waaah, it's unbelievable that last year I was interning at a listed media company, and now I've fallen to this state..."

"Are you going to the World Tree job fair?" the man asked in heavily accented French.

“Yes,” the girl said, gesturing as she spoke, “Thank you for stopping the thief…”

"Want to come along?" The man extended his elbow gentlemanly, like inviting a lady to dance at a ball, humming a tune. "He has a knife, I have hands and feet, and you have brains. We're already stronger than the former Bantu prime minister." (End of Chapter)