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

Veltin was the only one sleeping in bed. Her aristocratic coat was hanging on the hanger by the bedside, and her bowler hat was on the table. She was sitting on the bed, staring blankly at a point in the void in front of her, probably still in a daze.

Nian transformed back into that dumpling shape, wobbling along with her short legs to the table.

The table was a bit too high for the little dumpling to reach, but Nian suddenly raised her upper body, then instantly lengthened her body and put it on the table in a somewhat absurd posture. Then her lower body suddenly shortened, and with this ebb and flow, she got on the table and started eating breakfast.

By the way, Mr. Apple made the breakfast. I wonder how long it took him, an apple with no hands or feet, to prepare this breakfast.

Li Lin turned his gaze to his dark green desktop and noticed that a card had appeared on it sometime during the day.

A full moon hangs in the cobalt blue sky, and at its center is a huge antler with branches, its outline drawn with abstract strokes and adorned with golden bloodstains.

[Road: To the Bucks Gate]

In my dream, I know the path through the labyrinthine borders to the Gate of the Stag. Gribby will not let those who haven't solved the riddle pass; that path is always incredibly perplexing. I need reason.

In my dream, I found the Gate of the Stag, sometimes called the Gate of the Horns, or the Gate of the Apprentice. I have not yet solved the riddle, nor have I joined the ranks of the knowers.

If I had the proper knowledge, I might be able to find a way to go further.

After everyone had finished breakfast, the exile clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"All eyes are on me, I have something to announce—"

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"—That is, to act freely in groups."

Hearing this, Li Lin thought he was in a physical education class.

Wilting seemed to have low blood sugar; her complexion was still somewhat pale, but she still stubbornly voiced her opinion: "We need a set goal."

“You don’t need that.” The exile’s tone was somewhat forceful. “You know, you’re all on the purge list now, so the next attack could come at any time. I don’t know if she’ll send apprentices from the National Liberation Front—”

Apprentices who follow these principles—such as the moth sign, the lamp sign, the enlightenment sign, and the heart sign—possess the ability to peer into the heart and perceive the emotions and spirituality of others.

Furthermore, stating a specific objective beforehand would only raise more suspicion.

"So the best way to deceive the other side is for us to not know what we're going to do either?" Xingti summarized the exile's statement.

The exile nodded.

Veltin sighed and said nothing.

She knew perfectly well that this was a protection measure given to them by the exiles, or rather, specifically for her; the less they knew, the safer they would be.

In contrast, the exiles themselves and Li Lin may face direct and enormous risks.

At this moment, Li Lin raised his arm high.

So what is our goal?

The exile took a deep breath: "Didn't you hear what I was saying?"

"Is it possible that you would attract more attention by wandering the streets without any reason?" Li Lin didn't miss any opportunity to argue. "Perhaps the people on the other side have already guessed that you are deliberately creating a diversion. That's prediction."

"So what do you want to do?"

“Let’s find a reason that looks plausible,” Li Lin said confidently. “For example, your wife’s water broke a month ago and the baby still hasn’t been born. Only if you successfully top the list can the baby be born.”

"For example, in order to awaken the superpowers passed down in your family for generations, you ask your dad to beat you with a 20-centimeter steel rod."

Wilting calmly remarked, "Neither of these reasons seems plausible."

“So, during this time, I won’t interfere with what you do, and you shouldn’t interfere with each other either.” The exile paused, pretending not to hear, and continued, “Considering security, Star Antimony, you and Mr. Apple going together, is that alright?”

“How could there be a problem?” Xingti said with a smile. “Mr. Apple and I have been partners for a long time.”

To be fair, her partnership with Apple, whether in combat or research, is more than the sum of its parts.

So no one ever thought of breaking them up.

But that wasn't the point. The exile looked at Li Lin and Nian: "Can one of you spare someone to protect Virtin?"

Veltin frowned almost imperceptibly: "Why do this?"

She didn't consider herself a weak person. Although Veltin didn't know those powerful invisible arts, and her practice and learning of the secret teachings were limited to fragments and incomplete texts, a person's abilities cannot be judged solely by these.

Even arrogant and conceited immortals can be defeated by apprentices through trickery, and those less prominent incarnations of named beings can even be expelled by rituals.

Knowledge, attitude, personality... there are so many things that can influence how things change.

"Because neither the liquidators nor the National Liberation Front, which is ostensibly Sunni but actually Sufi, are people who will reason with you. If you are captured by them, I will do everything in my power to rescue you, but under normal circumstances, this is unlikely to happen."

The exile said earnestly.

The implication of these words is that the Retribution People and the National Liberation Front will ruthlessly sever the ties of the exiles and will kill their comrades at the first opportunity.

Veldin fell silent.

"Remember to send me the notebook and video so I can help."

In the dead silence, Li Lin suddenly broke the silence, and everyone looked at him with incredulous eyes, including Nian.

Sometimes they really couldn't understand what terrifying things Li Lin was thinking.

Considering Li Lin's talent for creating drama, in the end, Nian reluctantly teamed up with Virtin, while the exile teamed up with Li Lin.

But it has to be admitted that the soft and cute Nian Tuanzi is more suitable than the rotten young man with dead fish eyes. Virtin silently took Nian and secretly patted Tuanzi's belly.

It feels so good, no wonder Li Lin holds it every day.

Veltin kept a straight face and thought to himself.

The apartment door opened, and everyone filed out, each going their own way in different directions.

As the sun moved into the clouds in the east, its golden rays shone down on the city of Algiers, and the number of people gradually increased. To be frank, the large influx of people was a good thing for Algiers.

The city's blood vessels are its streets, and people are the blood flowing through those blood vessels.

There are wandering musicians playing the oud and singing Muqam on the roadside, vendors selling Arabic mooncakes and Tatar beef, pedestrians examining the exquisite jewelry in the shop windows, customers haggling with vendors, acrobats swallowing knives and breathing fire on the street, and coachmen waiting to rent horses at the intersection.

The exile stood side by side with Li Lin, who had changed his clothes, in front of the musician who was playing the piano and singing for money.

The musician playing the oud and performing the Muqam was highly skilled. The Rashid mode, a melody symbolizing joy and happiness, flowed like a fountain, and his fingers plucked the strings of the oud as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water.

There was some money on the plate in front of the musician, and it looked like a lot of it.

Oh—that beautiful girl!

Many pedestrians stopped to watch and listen to the musicians playing. Some even clapped along. Whenever the musicians reached a certain point in their playing, they would clap their hands loudly and then cheer in unison, singing along in the Algiers dialect.

Oh—that beautiful girl!

The exile noticed Li Lin singing along and looked up at him in surprise: "You understand the Algiers dialect?"

Even she didn't quite understand what he was saying.

“No one understands Algiers better than me,” Li Lin said, giving a thumbs up.

The dark green desktop background can seamlessly translate even the Gribi language, let alone the mere Algiers dialect.

The surrounding audience heard this, but they lowered their guard against Li Lin, who could speak their dialect and was wearing a traditional Algiers cloak.

People would occasionally come up and put banknotes or coins on the plate in front of the musician. At this point, the exile noticed that Li Lin's gaze was a little strange.

Sensing something amiss, the exile's expression changed, and he quietly retreated behind the group, positioning himself in a place where he could observe the entire situation while also being able to make a quick retreat.

At this moment, someone else stepped forward to give a tip, and after him, Li Lin also stepped forward and reached into his pocket.

The musician happened to play a difficult, virtuoso beat, nodded slightly to Li Lin, and then closed his eyes, immersing himself in the performance.

Just then, Li Lin bent down, suddenly accelerated, reached out and grabbed the plate in front of the musician as he passed by, then smashed through the people blocking his way and disappeared into the crowd in one smooth motion.

"Oh, that beautiful one—hmm?"

The musicians stopped playing and singing abruptly, exchanging bewildered glances with the surrounding crowd, then turning their heads to stare blankly in the direction where Li Lin had disappeared.

The surrounding crowd was caught off guard; no one expected this to happen.

At this moment, someone belatedly remembered the exiles who had come with Li Lin, but when they turned around, they found that the exiles had also disappeared.

In fact, the exiles were more caught off guard than the onlookers.

However, she reacted even faster. As Li Lin accelerated his sprint, she immediately hunched her neck to make herself look shorter and then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

He then quietly took a long detour, changed his clothes in a corner, and went in the direction Li Lin had fled.

At this moment, she finally understood why Li Lin had changed his clothes.

After walking a few steps, the exiles saw Li Lin squatting in front of a stall, torturing the innocent stall owner.

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"Master, how much are these melons per pound?"

"Two yuan a pound," the stall owner said.

"Two yuan a pound?" Li Lin looked surprised and uncertain. "Is the rind made of gold or the melon seeds? Could it be an unripe melon?"

"Look at all these melons now, these are all top-quality melons transported from Dila. You think they're too expensive, but I think they're too expensive too." The shopkeeper, who was covering his head with a white silk cloth and sitting on a small stool with a water pipe in his mouth, said, "If I were to eat the unripe melon myself, would you be satisfied?"

"Okay, pick two for me?" Li Lin said to the melon stall owner.

"Alright." The melon stall owner picked out a cantaloupe and placed it on the scale. "How about this one?"