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

But her calm face showed no sign of frustration... nor any sign of joy; she looked like a calm sea.

“If I were to do any research, this would be a good opportunity,” Wilding said candidly.

In short, although she was acting as the foundation's representative, she did not trust the foundation for some reason and attempted to conduct her own independent investigation.

Due to the existence of the wave phenomenon, she has considerable independence.

“In this era, I need your help,” Virtue said.

After listening, the exile shifted his position on the sofa, twisting his waist.

“Hmm…ah,” the exile said, “so, since you, this government official, are from the 1960s…”

“Further back, I come from the very end of this history, the last day of 1999.”

“Alright, it’s all the same.” The exile didn’t care. “Have you ever heard of the Liquidator and Defour?”

“I’m certain the foundation doesn’t keep any files on them.” Veltin pondered for a moment, then shook his head. “Are they targets related to you?”

"......?"

The exile looked up in surprise. She distinctly remembered that the Reconstruction Hand had intelligence about Defour and the Liquidators, but the Foundation did not.

She reached up and touched her hair: "Then, what about the silence spell?"

Hushery, also known as the art of silence, is the only form of wisdom circulating in the waking world that is used by the Purifiers.

Perhaps it was Xin Dan's leniency that allowed the liquidators, who were unable to enter Mansu, to use this technique.

“Yes, we have it,” Wilting replied affirmatively.

“You’re seeking help? I’ll tell you, I’m also seeking help.” The exile laughed. “Governors who know history well, the enemy I face is no easier than yours.”

She gave a brief account of Defour's intelligence, but Virtue's face remained expressionless.

Only after the exile finished speaking did Virtue say, "Is that all?"

"How much more do you need, my lord government?" The exile narrowed his eyes, his smile widening into a crescent moon. "Too bad the Hand of Reshaping hasn't offered us any help, has it?"

“If that’s all there is to it,” Veltin stood up and extended his hand to the exile, “we are partners.”

"From this moment until the end of this era, I will be your companion."

The exile stared blankly at Virtue, when suddenly a citrus scent filled the air.

She reached out and shook hands with Virtue.

"Then, the former liquidator, now Snyder Grecker, will be your help in this era."

The two men turned their attention to Mr. Li, who was secretly eating Snyder oranges on the side.

Li Lin wiped his hands, and without changing his expression, picked up another orange, peeled it, and neatly arranged the two oranges.

It looks like some kind of mysterious Eastern ritual.

"What are you doing?" The exile finally couldn't bear Li Lin's abusive behavior and asked.

"Summon a massive jet of water."

Why can't Apple do it?

The exiles expressed their indignation at Li Lin's behavior of wasting food.

"So what should we do now?" Li Lin slumped listlessly on the sofa, like a melted salted fish. "Shall the three of us play cards?"

“Explore the city,” the exile suggested more seriously, something she did in every city she visited. “Vildin, would you like to come along?”

"Alright."

After only a brief moment of thought, Wilting agreed to the exile's proposal. She, too, lacked a personal understanding of this era. With the Foundation's supplies cut off, she had to truly immerse herself in this time until the tide came.

"You can also take a look at that candle."

The exile smoothed his hair in front of the mirror and put on the somewhat worn women's suit again.

They had previously crossed a vast territory from northern Austria, passing through woodlands and the borders of the waking world, to reach Rostock in Germany. The woodlands had not vanished, but had turned into a candle along with the gray cat.

This made the quick-thinking exile realize that if he could make good use of this candle, he could definitely pull off a series of outrageous maneuvers on the front lines of Defour.

It's not that exiles are inherently fond of being unfilial, but rather that "provocative" behavior meets one of the criteria for resistance.

This mockery of the formidable enemy is essentially an imitation of the Lionsmith, and the Lionsmith would naturally reward such behavior.

Veldin placed his suitcase on the table.

From the outside, the two suitcases look almost identical.

"There are differences."

The Veltin suitcase is more spacious, more robust, and more unique.

This is her ark for navigating the waves. It not only protects against external influences but also has its own independent day and night cycle and can store things from the previous era from being washed away by torrential rain.

In other words, it's like a mobile coffin.

Recently, people have finally been able to be placed in coffins, but there are still many restrictions.

"This applies only to mystics and those with extraordinary abilities; ordinary people will still be swept away."

Wilting explained, then turned his gaze to the exile's suitcase, which, in comparison, was hardly of any use.

"Is it possible that this technology has been passed down to your time? Yours is Unit-01, and hers is Unit-02?"

Li Lin, using a joke that others wouldn't understand, urged Wilting, "Try calling it and see if it answers."

"I've read that novel about monkeys, monks, pigs, and water monsters."

Veltin slowly and meticulously adjusted her cuffs, buttoning them all up carefully. Li Lin noticed that there were four parallel glow tube clocks on her wrist.

Glow tubes were a transitional product before LCD and LED digital tube displays existed.

When powered on, the high voltage breaks down the inert gas inside the tube, causing light to shine near the cathode, thus displaying numbers. Each time it lights up, it has an industrial and contemporary aesthetic that is far superior to that of an ordinary clock.

The era of glow tube clocks ended too quickly; this product, unique to modern industry on the eve of the new millennium, became the last glimmer of the 20th century.

More importantly, this thing is very rare and very expensive.

While hesitating, Li Lin watched the two of them leave. Then, feeling extremely bored, Master Li got up and went to the side of Virtue's suitcase, tapping it with his finger.

dong dong——

Gada.

Li Lin was met with the crisp sound of a lock, and then the box opened a crack, from which an apple dressed in a bow tie and neckerchief flew out.

"Wow, it seems Miss Veltine has brought us to a... Miss Veltine?"

The apple floated shakily in the air. Its shape was exactly the same as an ordinary apple. The problem was that it had neither hands nor a head, nor a clear vocal organ, yet it could speak standard London-accented English.

Mr. Apple

[Sexual aspect: cup, lamp]

[Stage: Second Imprint]

Few fruits in the world are as sweet as this. From its crimson juice, we glimpse fragments of immortality and truth. That era was always brighter.

Apple swayed and spun around, forced to admit that she had been abandoned here: "Well, it seems our Miss Veltin has something to attend to. So, this handsome and gentle gentleman, could you please tell me, where exactly is this place?"

The magnetic London accent in English pierced through Li Lin's cochlea and struck deep into the depths of his uniquely diseased brain.

Handsome...gentle?

His dead fish eyes quickly turned black, and his previous nonchalant demeanor vanished instantly.

Li Lin revealed a deep smile: "This is Rostock, a coastal city in Germany."

"I see, thank you very much, handsome gentleman." Apple shook its head, as if to express its gratitude.

Handsome gentleman!

Li Lin sat on the sofa, a slight smile playing on his lips as he nodded.

Apple's praise made Li Lin feel like he was in a state of blissful relaxation after a hundred handjobs, incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

"Sir, you seem to be in a very good mood. Could you tell Apple someone your name?"

"Forget-me-not." Li Lin pushed up his non-existent black-rimmed glasses and casually uttered a name.

Who was this person again...?

After thanking Li Lin repeatedly, Apple crawled back into the suitcase. As the mesmerizing cries of "Handsome guy" faded into the distance, Li Lin's deadpan eyes began to widen, and the awe-inspiring, profound aura he once possessed vanished.

Li Lin, who was gradually becoming lazy and slumped down, suddenly widened his eyes as if he had remembered something, just before he was about to completely melt into the sofa.

Apple...it doesn't seem like a bad idea after all...

......

"So you have another mother?"

Virtue wanted to ask why everyone said that, but she held back, since she was the one who brought up the topic.

"All the children adopted by the foundation are orphans of mystics and supernatural beings."

Her attitude was already clear in just one sentence.