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

This is certainly a very artistic scene, it would be better if Li Lin weren't there.

"You two are just staring at each other like that, as if you want everyone to know you're crazy, right?" Li Lin looked at the two of them with suspicion. "If I were you, I'd feel ashamed too."

The truth is always the most hurtful.

Perhaps because the rain had stopped, the street patrol officers who were originally on patrol came over and their gaze lingered on the faces of the exile and Virtin: "Do you need help?"

"No, thank you." The exile pulled out his official identification document from Vienna.

"Okay." The patrolman walked away again, and the exile shook his head.

Although Li Lin's words were crude, the logic was sound. The fact that the three of them were standing facing each other on the roadside had already attracted the attention of most people. If this continued, it might not be patrol officers coming.

Does anyone know if there are any liquidators in Rostock?

"follow me."

The exiles took the lead and arrived at a magnificent villa. The villa's exterior walls were painted, and the fresh smell of paint had not yet dissipated.

As they arrived at the door, an old-fashioned butler greeted them: "This is Dr. Jannings' private residence... So it's you!"

The old butler, named Franklin, seemed to still remember the exiles, and he warmly invited Li Lin and his party into Janis's villa.

The villa appears to be undergoing renovations; the old floorboards have been removed and replaced with brand new ones, and the walls, after being washed, still retain the pungent smell of paint.

"The master was very pleased to receive your letter, but he is still attending a medical conference in Munich." Franklin bowed slightly, went to the exquisitely carved wooden door, took out the key, and the door opened silently.

A beautiful carpet from Persia stretched from the entrance to the hall, two large bookshelves lined the wall, filled with books on philosophy and medicine, and a sofa sat under the window, next to a Ming Dynasty celadon flowerpot with flowers and plants growing in it.

The bedroom door was half-open, revealing a corner of the bed, while warm light shone from the study, and a medical license was placed on the desk.

"These are the things the master prepared for you." Franklin bowed again. "Now that you have arrived, I will not disturb you any longer. If you need anything, please ring the doorbell."

The old butler left the villa; his small house was nearby, so he could come and take care of the long-vacant villa whenever he wanted.

The carved wooden door was quietly closed, leaving only three people in the villa.

"I......"

As soon as the exile spoke, Li Lin quickly got up, walked to the window and drew the purple velvet curtains, then rushed to the fireplace and threw in a few pieces of firewood, making the fire burn brightly.

After doing all this, Li Lin returned to the sofa without changing his expression and pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his crotch.

Seemingly noticing their strange gazes, Li Lin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Would you like some sunflower seeds?"

"No thanks." The exile wasn't used to eating sunflower seeds.

Virtue hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Is the problem with the sunflower seeds... or are the mystics and supernatural beings of this era really that unrestrained?

Seeing that neither of them was interested in sunflower seeds, Li Lin started eating some.

“You are not entirely ignorant of the Foundation, so it was the Reshaping Hand that informed you of my existence.”

Veltin sat on the sofa opposite the exile, his calm gaze fixed directly on him.

"But you didn't immediately take me to see the mastermind behind the Reshaping Hand... Does this mean that your relationship with the Reshaping Hand is merely a minimal cooperative one?"

The exile was stunned for a moment, and in the end could only curl the corners of his mouth in a mocking smile.

Regardless of the actual capabilities of this unauthorized representative of the foundation, who claims to be Sichen, her grasp of the situation is astonishingly precise.

Knowing she wasn't good at persuading others with words, the exile instinctively turned her gaze to Li Lin.

Li Lin shrugged: "Yes, I am."

He really is a member of the Reconstruction Hand, whether it's the one in the Mansu or the one in the Awakening World.

For a moment, Virtue was speechless. He looked Li Lin up and down, and gradually a look of suspicion appeared on his face.

"What kind of look is that?" Li Lin felt insulted. "Our Reshaping Hand may go bankrupt, but it will never change its nature!"

This shouldn't be the philosophy behind the Reincarnation of the Hand...

"But you are not a normal member of the Remodeling Hand."

Virtue nodded, stating in a definitive statement, "I have seen those disciples."

It's just in the future.

“If you want to see, I can change it,” Li Lin said. “To be honest, those bald… monk heads feel pretty good.”

Li Lin chuckled and said, "You play with my little turtle, and I'll play with your little white rabbit."

The exile looked around, feeling that the two people seemed to be on completely different wavelengths.

After a brief standoff, Virtue sighed. She had traveled through various eras and had seen all sorts of geniuses and legendary figures, but she had never encountered such an extraordinary being as Li Lin before.

Even the scientists in the foundation who are happy to explain human behavior through computational programs might be defeated by Li Lin.

After all, the core of chaos theory is the butterfly.

Si Chen, the foundation's "Si Chen," suddenly had a premonition that it was because of this person that he had come to this era and was unable to contact the foundation.

Veltin lowered his eyelids and reached out to adjust the top hat on his head.

"Then please allow me to introduce the charitable organization that provides the best treatment for mystics and extraordinary individuals... the Foundation."

256 elements are all included!

The Foundation is a charitable organization that provides protection, containment, and training for mystics and extraordinary individuals.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that a foundation capable of generating this kind of power cannot be a simple charitable organization, just like a certain major power insisting that it doesn't develop nuclear weapons.

In fact, this major Eastern power has indeed stopped developing nuclear weapons, because one of their new tactical nuclear warheads is equivalent to one hundred.

The foundation is similar; although they cannot walk in torrential rain, they can accomplish incredible things through technology that is ahead of its time.

Artificial sleepwalking, spirit projection, spacetime sensing, and chaotic computation—these secrets that once shone brightly throughout history have been transformed into technologies and departments within the Foundation.

It sounds like it's way more advanced than the biotechnology-savvy bunch at Remodeling Hand.

“I don’t think so,” Li Lin commented. “I think the foundation is the mastermind behind this.”

The exile's gaze was strange; when had he become so loyal to the Hand of Reshaping...?

“That’s just speculation,” Wilding responded. “The same goes for the Hand of Reshaping.”

"Did I say that Reshaping Hand wasn't the mastermind?" Li Lin retorted with exasperation. "You need to broaden your thinking. Maybe I'm the mastermind behind it all?"

"How is this possible?" the exile couldn't help but exclaim. "How could the mastermind be... uh."

She initially thought that the mastermind behind it all couldn't possibly be Li Lin, that lunatic, but upon closer reflection, she realized that the judges of history might just be watching for fun.

Sometimes it's hard to tell who's better, a clown or a lunatic.

"Um, um," Li Lin raised his hand, wanting to offer his opinion.

“I feel like you’re talking about something very sensitive.” Wilting frowned. The Foundation had no shortage of capable Black people, and their Voodoo magic was extremely powerful.

“You’re mistaken.” Li Lin indicated that he meant no harm. “If I were to offend you, I would just say ‘nigger’ directly.”

When he got really into it, Li Lin even took out his clappers and improvised a lively clapper performance.

"Slave ships, sails facing west, carrying Black people and Hispanics. Working on plantations, working until sunset. What grape soda, what watermelon and fried chicken, what discriminatory laws, what segregation—"

A crisp snapping sound came from Li Lin's hand.

"None of them can escape the white police officer's Glock 17, escorting the black guy westward!"

The exile's first reaction was that the folk art of this Ming Empire was quite pleasant to listen to, but after seeing Virtin's less-than-pleasant expression, he quickly tried to salvage the situation: "You sang very well, don't sing it next time."

In addition, it's because Li Lin's trash talk is so powerful that it's easy for people to gradually become addicted to it and lose track of time without realizing it.

If they keep laughing like this, they might still be chuckling when the purgers and the hand of restructuring come knocking on their door.

She forcefully steered the conversation back on track: "So you want to defend the foundation?"

"Do not."

"Hmm?" The exile looked directly at Virtue.

The young woman, wearing a bowler hat and dressed like an old-fashioned English aristocrat, said, "I am only defending myself."

“If you’re not going to talk about government officials, then I’d be quite happy to hear it.”

"Please allow me to reintroduce myself. Among the positions they assigned to me, I am the one responsible for recording external time, the agent who records those vanished eras."

"This position is called the Sichen, and my name is Wilting. The last era I experienced was the 1960s," Wilting said calmly.

"I want to find the truth about the rainstorm, to find my lost mother, and to find the original source of the disturbance."

"Including the mastermind behind it all?" The exile glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her eyes for a moment.

"include."

Virtue replied, “And you are the earliest mystics and supernatural beings I have ever met in this era.”

Si Chen from the foundation suddenly turned to look at the window with thick velvet curtains hanging down.

“This is Dr. Jannings’ private residence, and the old butler is absolutely trustworthy,” the exile said.

“I should have received assistance from the foundation as soon as I arrived in this era, but I didn’t.”

"Not only that," Wilting replied, "I've also lost contact with the foundation."