Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 25 The Historical Concept of Immortals
While Loren was still focused on digesting the magic crystals he had devoured, the wood elf, Denise Leaf Shadow, also returned to her loyal family.

With the help of her family and friends, she quickly completed her first round of information integration and, based on the integration, made a preliminary decision on how to proceed.

She thought the situation was terrible, that things had completely turned upside down.

I never imagined the situation might be even worse.

It's just that the bad things are going in a different direction.

That group of rotten bastards put forward their scapegoats.

The news of their suicide has spread, signifying their surrender.

The nature of the incident was determined early on, and the drow elves will announce their responsibility for it.

Everything was just as she had guessed when she was still in Mr. Spike's little house.

Those guys are as greedy and vicious as ever, but not stupid.

However, things did not go as planned.

This is very problematic.

Mr. Spike was just taken away like that, abruptly taken away by a team of patrolmen who suddenly appeared.

For Denise, there are generally two possibilities in this situation, and neither of them is good.

The first one is also the most likely and least harmful.

This was just a simple accident.

There may be internal strife or other related problems at the grassroots level, and some people want to take advantage of this trend to achieve some personal success.

For example, framing certain people and replacing them.

The second possibility, which is less likely but more harmful, is that they have lost power.

Whether it's the aristocratic class in the city of Suiye where she resides, or the councilors who are more deeply rooted in the city's ecosystem and wield more real power, their control over the grassroots has failed.

As a wood elf who had undergone a complete and lengthy aristocratic education, Denise Yeying knew very well that there was no vacuum in the power dynamics.

If you don't occupy it, someone else will.

Just like the gangs in the downtown area, they will emerge regardless of whether someone intervenes, and those with intervention will survive longer.

This may just be a test, a common malfunction caused by some unexpected events.

It may be decades or even centuries before it completely fails. If this were a dynasty composed of short-lived races, it would be at its peak, with signs of decline beginning to emerge.

But for wood elves who live for hundreds of years, this is no different from a building about to collapse.

Once a malfunction occurs, it will recur several times over the next few decades or centuries, eventually destroying everything.

Reason told Denise that this incident was most likely the first scenario.

But her family's ancestral teachings also told her that a long-standing elven family relies on caution and trepidation.

"I need to write a report for the family. You go and tell Grandfather to come back. Green Leaf City needs to be cleaned up, thoroughly cleaned up."

Denise held the various information reports handed to her by her assistant, pressing her slightly throbbing temples, her emerald green eyes filled with seriousness.

This operation is undoubtedly a major event.

So large that even the Ye Ying family cannot act alone.

We must wait until our own legendary expert takes charge.

Her own attack was just the beginning; as the situation escalated, a number of people were about to step down.

But since they're probably not entirely innocent anyway, it doesn't really matter.

The fact that someone can remain completely untainted, even in the public eye and behind the scenes, only proves that their family background is indeed very rich, just like mine.

Because of Mr. Spike's request that he not be involved in the high-level disputes, Denise did not directly step in to release him.

Instead, they pressured the congressmen to close the case and finalize it as soon as possible. Once the case was determined, even if Mr. Spike was the real culprit, he could be released and receive compensation from the police station.

They can completely extricate themselves from this incident and no longer be affected by the subsequent turmoil.

After all, people are about to start dying.

At this moment, Loren was unaware of what he had done.

He hummed softly as he packed his belongings, preparing to move.

Although Morris hasn't sent him the new contract yet, no news is good news.

Not to mention that in the short time he's been in Greenleaf City, his wallet has become bulging, and he's not only made a lot of money but also acquired an independent demiplane treehouse.

The job even seemed less important; in just one day and one night, he felt much more confident.

"What's this? A tree dies when transplanted, but a person thrives?"

"Cuiye City is truly a vibrant place where everything thrives."

After a moment of reflection, Loren composed himself.

Admittedly, good luck won't last forever, but he hasn't finished reaping the benefits of yesterday's good fortune.

In the buffer zone between the city and the wilderness, there is also a low-quality magic crystal mine.

That might be the core asset of the Speed ​​Hands Brotherhood.

Due to the special properties of the buffer zone, the network system composed of Magic Crystal terminals is too sophisticated and not very suitable, resulting in a high failure rate.

This means that the guys stationed there most likely haven't received news of the organization's demise yet.

In other words, it was a good place for him to withdraw his money.

"Although I might also be taken advantage of as a money bag."

Loren smiled; he knew he was quite valuable, whether he was separated or put together.

He knew better than anyone what the buffer zone was.

Calling it a no-man's-land is an exaggeration; at least the patrol post there is a safe zone.

But that's definitely where civilian magic crystal armor sells the best.

Those who can survive in the buffer zone are basically not simple.

Their backgrounds were equally diverse: fugitives, members of lower-class races who were discriminated against and stigmatized, and small groups of believers who resisted the census of faith...

The largest group among them were the first-generation wilderness dwellers.

They yearn for order, yet they are reluctant to give up the power they have worked so hard to gain.

Because of the Wilderness Oath, they would be weakened if they entered the city, so they settled in the buffer zone and had children.

They instill in children the idea of ​​order above all else, and may even induce them to make city pledges to prove their harmlessness.

They would have their offspring live in the city, urging them to keep climbing and moving upwards.

In areas like the lower city of Linyue, some of the patrol officers come from such places. They are the most hated and difficult group of mad dogs that Loren deals with the most.

Interestingly, there's a high probability that these second-generation wilderness leaders and their offspring will return to the wilderness from the city.

And in this process, there are bound to be fierce struggles between fathers and sons.

It's a gory news topic that everyone loves to see on the Magic Crystal Network every year.

"After putting everything you should and shouldn't bring in the treehouse, let's get ready to set off!"

Loren waved goodbye to old Ernest the pig-headed man and began heading towards the deserted street where he had been arrested that morning.

　Thank you all for your love for this book. It makes me a little nervous. I'll try my best to produce as much as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)