I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin led the way, followed by the exile, as they entered the alleyway one after the other.

Before they had taken more than a few steps, they saw a faint light appear on the wall panel to their right, followed by a soft sound of stones rubbing against the ground.

A string of Latin characters appeared on the wall.

You've taken the wrong path; the correct direction is to the right.

"Bullshit!" Li Lin cursed angrily, "You're turning your headlights to the left and driving to the right, huh?"

He pulled the exile to the left.

148 Atmosphere Destroyer

The road ahead rose slightly before leveling off again, accompanied by a faint scraping sound.

A green sprite hopped out from around the corner. Its skin was bluish-green, and it had a leaf growing on its head, making it look like a sprouted potato.

"Oh, so it's a demon."

In European mythology prevalent in the waking world, demons are small devils who only know simple spells. Their breath can cause plants to wither and animals to fall ill. Sometimes they also act as messengers and servants of black wizards.

Of course, those with supernatural abilities and mystics know that the truth is not like that.

Demon spirits are life forms from an old era. Rather than demons, they are more like fallen spirits. In a civilized world far removed from human reason and order, demon spirits form a unique ecosystem.

Li Lin knew all this because the key hunter had killed dozens of demon spirits to brew potions, perform rituals, and pay the price...

From this perspective, these demon spirits and ginseng dolls are probably no different.

Just as the exile was about to draw her ivory-decorated pistol, she saw Mr. Li, with a greedy look on his face, preparing to rush forward.

"Do not impulse."

The exiles used some strength to grab Li Lin and drag him away.

"A complete demon spirit can fetch a high price outside, how could it possibly appear here unguarded?"

“But that’s a demon spirit…” Li Lin grumbled resentfully.

The exiles pulled the reluctant Li Lin along, leading him to the next room.

The rustling sound resumed after they left, as if something new was brewing in the darkness.

The two walked to the next room.

This time there were no brand-new walls, no flashing lights, and no extra words. Just as they walked by, the door suddenly opened, and a voice came from behind it.

"Hi, Abraham, I am Forget-Me-Not. Are you tired from your journey? I have some delicious fruit and drinks here. Would you like to rest for a while?"

"You're quite sensible, kid." Li Lin was about to step through the door when the exile grabbed him by the back of his neck.

"Such an obvious trap, can't you see it at all? Or is your power so great that you can ignore all traps, my lord?"

Upon hearing this, Li Lin fell into deep thought, and after a moment he looked up: "Hmm, it's probably because I have something on that kid Wu Wangwo."

While sitting on the second floor monitoring Li Lin through a crystal ball, Forget-Me-Not felt a tremor in her heart and began to wonder what leverage Li Lin had left over her.

"What leverage?" the exile asked casually.

The deranged Li Lin stood tall and declared, "He is gay."

Forget-Me-Not punched the crystal ball, and he knew that Li Lin was no good talker!

Li Lin said triumphantly, "For example, right now, I know you little brat, Forget-Me-Not, are spying on us. Why don't you get out of my way? If you don't, I'll post your gay porn on ManSou..."

Before the words were finished, a great light shone ahead, and the barrier made of layers of brick walls seemed to part like Moses parting the sea, with huge shadows lurking in the darkness writhing before disappearing.

The understated yet luxurious Walden Pond bar is adorned with candles that resemble stars, and a faint fragrance wafts through the air. At this time of day, the bar's booths would usually be quite full.

But today, apart from those non-human disciples walking in the darkness, only the three of them remain.

Forget-me-not's long brown hair was simply tied back in a ponytail. He was standing behind the bar, wiping a glass in his hand.

"Please sit, new guest." Forget-Me-Not placed her glass on the table, her gaze lingering on the exile's face, her eyes flickering slightly. "Moët & Chandon champagne, or Bacardi liqueur?"

"I think a blend of one-fifth Scotch Highland whisky, three-fifths Bacardi liqueur, and one-fifth Chivas might be just what you'd like."

Don't forget to put an ice puck into the glass, then squeeze a little lemon on the rim.

He flicked his wrist, took out three unmarked bottles from behind the counter, poured them into a shaker in proportion, shook it upside down, and then poured them out of the shaker.

The dark golden liquid filled the glass perfectly, and the transparent ice ball inside refracted strange colors.

"A quiet, long night." I pushed my glass toward the exile. "Please drink."

"He actually wants to treat him to drinks... He's really generous, this unknown gentleman."

The exiles spoke respectfully, but their actions were anything but slow.

The girl's lips lightly touched the rim of the glass. The sourness of the lemon perfectly neutralized the rich taste of the liquor, allowing the sweet flavor of the liqueur to emerge. Only after that did the fragrance of Chivas Regal and the fiery heat of the premium whisky arrive, the three flavors colliding with each other like stars exploding in the quiet night sky.

The exile's eyes crinkled as she smiled, "I really like this flavor. It would be even better if it had some citrus notes."

She placed the box she was carrying on the table.

Forget-Me-Not raised an eyebrow slightly: "No, we don't want to know your purpose, but if you're only doing these things out of your own will, we can cooperate to a limited extent... Mr. Exile."

He revealed the exile's identity.

"Or perhaps it would be better to use the name you had when you were in Sicily?" Forget-me-not clasped her hands in front of her, leaned forward slightly, and lowered her eyes. "The Crown Prince of the Purgers—Schneider."

"Where is the eunuch who carried out the purge?"

Li Lin's single sentence completely destroyed the sophisticated image that Forget-Me-Not had built up with nearly a thousand words.

Forget-Me-Not turned to Li Lin with a sigh: "Mr. Abraham, I would be very happy if you could be a little quieter. I heard you want to submit a paper to 'Silence,' why don't you start writing now?"

Li Lin slammed his fist on the table, making a loud bang: "Can talking and doing be the same thing? If I could conjure up manuscripts with my brainwaves, would I be here chatting with you and writing fluff? If doing things were as easy as talking, what would be difficult in this world?!"

This statement is so reasonable that I couldn't find any logical flaws in Li Lin's argument.

Forget-Me-Not, who desperately wanted to get rid of Li Lin, was feeling stifled but didn't know how to retaliate.

Fortunately, Snyder didn't let the awkward atmosphere continue. She opened her briefcase and took out the various oddities inside, placing them one by one in front of the forget-me-not.

Ten legendary artifacts, each a "relic" collected from extraordinary individuals and mystics, were undoubtedly Snyder's spoils of war.

"You should be able to eat it, right... Forget-Me-Not Master?"

Forget-me-not's gaze shifted to Li Lin, who was pretending to look around at the scenery.

Li Lin seemed to sense something, and gave a wicked smile: "What happened? What happened? What happened?"

I immediately felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

In short, he didn't want to see Li Lin at the next serious meeting.

149 When you gaze into the abyss....

As the saying goes: when a meeting reaches a deadlock, the best way to ease the tension is for someone to take a dump on the spot.

This famous quote was just something Li Lin came up with five minutes ago.

The exiles remained noncommittal about the Hand of Reshaping.

After all, she was facing the Emperor of All Europe's Purifiers, the Godfather of the Sicilian family, who had once sent several immortals from Mansu back to where they belonged, and even once repelled some inconspicuous incarnations of named beings... No one should be careless in the face of such a formidable enemy, otherwise they would inevitably pay an extremely heavy price.

When she came to Vienna on business as a liquidator, she had never heard of the Hand of Reshaping, which could only mean that this mysterious organization was... too young.

"So our agreement is settled. You provide the environment, and they do the dirty work for you—that's reasonable, don't forget me, sir."

The exile bowed slightly.

"I hope so," Forget-Me-Not replied without a smile. Their meeting proceeded normally without Li Lin listening in.

The thought of giving Li Lin a whole case of fine 18th-century Burgundy wine to get rid of him made Forget-Me-Not's calm face twitch.

“Besides…” The exile’s expression turned somewhat gloomy. “I hope the gentlemen of the Reconstruction Hand can help me find a blood relative, who, according to the closeness of blood ties, should be my sister.”

Forget-me-not's brow furrowed unconsciously. The hand of reshaping came from the downstream of history, in order to trace back to the upstream of history. In this process, some extraordinary people and mystics who were once famous in history will be brought under their command.

Snyder, an exile from the Reapers organization, should have been torn to pieces by her biological father, her blood enemy Defour, to the point that many prominent secret societies in Europe received pieces of her body as Christmas gifts.

—The history traversed by the Hand of Reconstruction has proven that the exiles will be defeated and killed in their struggle against Defour.

According to normal human thinking, they shouldn't have bothered with this... However, I don't think so. What they did was to burrow scars into the surface of the world, like worms carving out a path for them to survive in the gaps of history.

In other words, the more they deviate from official history, the greater their chances of being preserved in the tide of change.

For example, now—there is no historical record of an exile having a blood sister.

Suppressing her excitement, Forget-Me-Not's gaze deepened: "Of course, we will do everything in our power to help you find your blood sister, but in return, you should help us deal with some troubles..."

He adjusted his glasses: "The secret cults that have taken up residence in this era, believing in other existences; the official organizations that seem to compromise with us but are actually malicious; the monks and 'saints' based in various churches; and our greatest enemy—the Foundation that knows where we came from."

“I hope you can deal with these unpleasant things for us. In return, I can offer you my humble protection in my personal capacity when your great enemy comes.”

“Then it’s a pleasure to cooperate.” The exile pushed the strange objects toward the forget-me-nots.

"If you wish to stay here a while longer, then please do. Oh, and don't forget, there's a duel show at the bar the night after tomorrow... As a Blade Aspect transcendent, I imagine you'll be attending, right?"

Forget-me-not glanced down at the notebook in her hand: "So, what do you think?"

The exile smiled somewhat embarrassedly, her eyes like a pool of thick, unyielding ink: "Your generosity is truly remarkable, Master Forget-Me-Not—this is absolutely wonderful."