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

......

After finalizing the reciprocal agreement with the exiles, I lost all composure and hurriedly ran upstairs to the second floor.

He was terrified that Li Lin would squander the whole case of wine.

Maybe if I had arrived early, I could have salvaged a few bottles...?

Forget-me-nots, clinging to such unrealistic fantasies, soon had their illusions shattered.

He saw Li Lin mix the several bottles of wine together and pour them into one bottle. With a solemn expression, he held it up with both hands and then shook it wildly. The deep red wine immediately started bubbling and lost its original fragrant aroma.

Forget-Me-Not's breathing became a little heavy, and then he hurriedly covered his face and left, fearing that if he stayed any longer, he might lose control.

Upon seeing Forget-Me-Not, Li Lin, who had initially been in a good mood, turned his lips down and his gaze gradually turned cold. He didn't even greet Forget-Me-Not.

As everyone knows, those who upset Master Li never end well. A few minutes later, Li Lin, who was getting angrier the more he thought about it, pulled out a crowbar and began to wander around the second floor.

Compared to the brightly lit and fragrant first floor of Walden Pond Bar, the second floor was somewhat eerie, with endless gray curtains and thick gray-white mist, making it look like a cosplay of Origin Castle.

"We've reached the Source Castle, the highest point in the Spirit Realm! It's so beautiful, Source Castle! Oh, isn't that Klein? And look at Amon in the distance, family."

Li Lin muttered jokes that only he could understand, waving the crowbar in his hand and fiddling with the gray curtain in front of him, occasionally making whooshing sounds as he outwitted the air.

As we all know, it gets boring after a while to outwit someone who's not in the air. Seeing that nothing unusual was happening, Mr. Li, who was getting bolder and bolder, simply started to swagger forward.

Just a few minutes later, he stood in front of his door. Looking back, the path he had come from was still dim, but there were no longer layers of gray curtains.

Li Lin calmly turned around, returned to his own room, and locked the door behind him.

Those eyes, like the deep night sky, gazed at the dark green tabletop that had risen before them.

At some point, a symbol in a color between pink and purple appeared on the dark green desktop, and within that square frame, the emblem belonging to the "Secret History" code appeared without a doubt.

Li Lin opened the window with practiced ease, gazing at the vibrant words within.

Someone has arrived.

The signs were clear enough—the wounds of history ached, the knots of time loosened, and the words recorded in books dimmed. All signs pointed to an immortal being drawing near!

An immortal being who is curious about you has arrived!

The countdown icon, which was round on the outside and square on the inside, suddenly cracked open. A bright white light shone brightly and then disappeared without a trace. A deep pink card lay quietly on the table. Abstract strokes were drawn on it, depicting a beautiful face with a star-shaped spike piercing through its temple.

[Arcana, a scholar of history]

She hasn't made any move yet; she's just observing you.

Li Lin laughed dismissively.

He took off his pants.

The last line of text suddenly disappeared, and Arcana looked away.

Drink more than 150 glycerin suppositories

The sun revolves, the hourglass spins, and time flies by.

On the long streets of Vienna, smoke hung in the air, and crowds thronged the streets. The streetlights on both sides of the road had already brightened, dispelling the approaching darkness and the faint chill in the air.

Saturday night has arrived.

The mysterious Arcana seemed to realize that Li Lin was not someone to be trifled with, and after that rash appearance, he stopped deliberately casting glances at Li Lin.

As an immortal being, she should know that there is an equal being behind her... No wonder the Hand of Reshaping's attitude has changed so much, and that little brat Forget-Me-Not is even more submissive.

Having figured this out, Master Li not only didn't stop while he was ahead, but instead went even further in exploiting Reconstruction Hands.

During this period, Li Lin's behavior included, but was not limited to, acting profound at the front desk to lure customers, following the non-human disciples and waiting for an opportunity to knock them out, and deliberately walking around in front of the exiles with tangerines in his hand.

Knowing he had powerful backers, Li Lin became increasingly emboldened.

For example, right now, when the exile copied him and took an orange from the front desk, Li Lin said sarcastically, "Don't move around here, I'll go buy you some oranges."

Compared to two days ago, the exile had an added, subtle smell of blood on her, while the faint citrus scent in her hair masked the other smells, making them easy to miss if one wasn't paying attention.

Several new customers were tempted when they saw the young girls, but when they saw Master Li sitting next to them, they turned pale with fright, fearing that the vengeful Li Lin would hold them accountable.

They could only stand a short distance away, pretending to be indifferent, holding their wine glasses, and loudly plotting among themselves in an attempt to attract the exiles' attention.

"Have you heard? There's going to be a duel for the brave tonight?"

“Of course, of course, John... You know, these kinds of duels are rare in Europe now, but they’re more common in the New World, though the prizes aren’t as generous as they are tonight.”

“Yes, a full million US dollars—no, no matter how you look at it, that’s beyond imagination. I doubt whether this underground bar can come up with that much in security.”

They failed to attract the exiles; instead, Li Lin's attention was drawn to a certain eye-catching word.

"One hundred thousand?" Li Lin held up a finger to the exile, his eyes wide, and he gasped for breath.

Upon receiving confirmation from the exiles, Li Lin's face lit up with ecstasy. Without even saying a word, he ran toward the forget-me-nots behind the bar.

"What time is it? Still DJing across the bar?" Li Lin slammed his hand on the bar in dissatisfaction, making the wine glass bounce an inch high, and immediately the surrounding drinkers glared at him angrily.

Li Lin chuckled and snapped his fingers: "A glass of Louis XIII for everyone, it's on me."

Louis XIII is a wine originating from Paris, France. The winery has only been around for fifty years, but it has already gained a reputation that rivals that of established wineries. Many wine connoisseurs agree that it will become the most successful wine of the next century.

Master Li's generous spending instantly won cheers from everyone present, who raised their glasses to pay their respects to him.

Li Lin, who gets carried away by flattery, smiled and waved his hand to indicate that it was alright. Then he whispered to the female waitress at the front desk, "Put the bill on Forget-Me-Not."

Li Lin casually picked up a glass of milk, ignored the somewhat bewildered waiter, and left, intending to look for forget-me-nots.

He failed; a group of well-dressed men and women blocked his way, and Li Lin got lost again after several twists and turns.

So, in a corner of the bar, Li Lin, holding a glass of milk, pretended to be a fortune teller with a deep gaze.

Scattered on the table were tarot cards, a crystal ball, a pendulum, yarrow stalks, and tortoise shell coins.

A middle-aged, balding man sat cautiously in front of Li Lin, looking at Li Lin who was deep in thought with his eyes closed, and asked somewhat hesitantly, "Master... I want to ask—"

"No need to say more." Li Lin opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as the night. He pointed at the man. "You're under a lot of pressure, aren't you?"

"Yes, absolutely right!" The middle-aged man trembled.

"Nonsense, how could he not be under pressure when he's bald?" Li Lin secretly curled his lip and casually said, "There must be some discord at home too, right? Your salary is getting lower and lower, but the work pressure is getting higher and higher. Your wife is probably not very satisfied with you either."

"Yes, absolutely right!" The middle-aged man trembled all over.

Li Lin laughed heartily, saying that all middle-aged men in the world are the same.

"Master, what should I do?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's hopeless, you might as well reopen it." Li Lin carried away the milk and drifted away, leaving a group of bewildered middle-aged men and women standing there dumbfounded.

This time he learned his lesson and struggled through the crowd again, finally reaching the receptionist and shouting, "Where's Forget-Me-Not? I'm looking for him!"

"If you are looking for forget-me-not, please follow these directions... and you will find him."

I don't know who made the rule, but all whispering must be done in this way or that way, reasonably omitting a paragraph.

Li Lin turned around, only to find another group of people entering Walden Pond Bar, blocking his way. He shouted several times, but was blocked by the indifferent guests in front of him.

Li Lin, skeptical, reached out and patted the fat man in front of him on the shoulder: "The boss wants to buy you a good drink, hurry up and go to the bar."

The greedy Fatty had no suspicions, thanked Li Lin, and turned to leave.

In front of Fei Fei was a tall woman with an elegant and graceful figure.

Li Lin grinned wickedly, quietly moved closer, poured the milk in his hand onto her skirt, and withdrew amidst her panicked screams.

The next one was a thin man wearing a wig.

Li Lin reached out and took off his wig, tossing it aside. He then broke through the crowded throng, only to find himself facing a door marked with a toilet symbol.

As I pushed open the door, I saw Forget-Me-Not walking out, dressed in a tuxedo.

Li Lin gloated as he saw someone defecate on his clothes, while leaning against the wall in a serious pose.

It would have been better if he hadn't blocked the toilet door.

Forget-Me-Not's face visibly darkened. She took a deep breath and was about to say something when Li Lin's voice rang in her ears.

"Fun fact: When a person poops, some fecal molecules are dispersed into the air as a odor, so taking a deep breath in the toilet is equivalent to inhaling a storm of feces."

Li Lin's popular science explanation left Forget-Me-Not frozen in place.

Taking this opportunity, Li Lin quickly proposed to sign up for the Brave Warriors Duel Tournament.

"You came to block my door just for this?" Forget-Me-Not almost thought she was losing her mind. "That's all?"

“Of course not.” Li Lin swirled his empty glass, a wicked look on his face. “It’s been 5 minutes and 14 seconds since you went into the restroom.”

"What......?"

"For the first 40 seconds you were taking off your cumbersome clothes, then there was no sound for the next 191 seconds, clearly you were holding it in. Then, after another minute and 14 seconds, the first sound of water was heard, lasting 10 seconds, followed by another full 81 seconds..."

Li Lin reached out and placed the empty cup in Forget-Me-Not's hand, saying earnestly, "Remember to drink plenty of hot water. If you don't have access to hot water, you can use glycerin suppositories." 6., ⑧ ③ ⑦. 0 ② ㈨.⑨⑤

He turned and left, concealing his achievements and fame.

The underground boxing match is about to begin, and Li Lin needs to prepare well.

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