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

After all, that great empire named after the sun and the moon had chosen to join the war after an envoy was killed in a gunfight, which led to the crushing of the Ottoman Empire and the subsequent beating of the restless foreign states within the tributary system.

If the National Liberation Front makes a fuss about this, the greedy Ming Dynasty would be happy to find such an excuse to take over Algiers, a piece of North African territory.

"No way, this works?" The exile stared in disbelief as Li Lin was ushered into the governor's mansion by a large group of people.

Just as she was about to follow him inside, she was stopped again by two guards—this time they didn't use knives or guns on the exile, but politely stopped her here, probably because she had little hope of leaving before Li Lin came out.

......

Inside the Governor's Mansion, Li Lin was walking with the guards, glancing left and right from time to time, pointing at the oil paintings on the walls of the mansion.

Li Lin's aesthetic sense was always unique, and the guards really couldn't agree with it, but they didn't dare to contradict Li Lin either, because the more they said, the easier it would be to make a mistake.

Just because they don't provoke Li Lin doesn't mean Li Lin won't come after them.

Master Li's eyes darted around, and his deliberately lowered voice echoed softly behind them: "I have a friend who, one morning when she got up to go to the toilet, produced white poop."

The moment Li Lin uttered those words, everyone was shocked. The guards leading the way outwardly feigned composure, but inwardly they were horrified, not only because the things Li Lin described were so indecent, but also because they had some unspeakable curiosity.

Why would someone produce white poop?

Before they knew it, their attention had been focused on Li Lin.

"I was also very curious about this. After repeatedly interrogating her, I finally learned the secret formula for producing white poop from her!" Li Lin said excitedly.

"On the first day, I only drank water and ate 300 grams of spinach and 100 grams of apple."

"On the second day, I only drank water, along with polyethylene glycol laxatives, to empty the residue from my body."

"On the third day, drink 600 grams of pure milk."

"On the fourth day, drink 300 grams of pure milk, 300 grams of soy milk, and 300 grams of yogurt."

"On the fifth day, drink 600 grams of pure milk and eat 300 grams of spinach."

"On the sixth day, drink 600 grams of pure milk and eat 100 grams of apples, bananas and tofu to lay a good foundation for white stool."

"On the seventh day, drink 500 grams of soy milk and eat 400 grams of spinach."

"On the eighth day, eat 300 grams of potatoes and then drink 500 grams of pure milk."

"On the ninth day, drink 600 grams of tofu water," Li Lin said earnestly. "Who would refuse to poop white poop?"

The guards around him were itching to hear this. On the one hand, they wanted to shout out that Li Lin's steps were wrong, but on the other hand, they couldn't find any obvious flaws. More importantly, some of them really wanted to try it out.

This is the human instinct to seek the unknown and pursue unpredictable changes—except that Li Lin led this instinct for change and the unknown into the valley.

Fortunately, the governor's private garden was already in sight.

299 The governor arrived, and justice was served.

The governor's name, as described in all classic novels, was a noble one, as if otherwise it would be impossible to show their aristocratic lineage.

The current governor, Roland, took office in Algiers three years ago. He not only failed to bring peace and prosperity to the local people of Algiers, but also shirked his duties in the fight against bandits, demonstrating the same slacking-off mentality as Western politicians.

This emboldened the National Liberation Front of Algiers—although there were fewer assassinations and persecutions against foreigners, their influence gradually grew, and the hard work of the previous governor over the past ten years was wasted bit by bit.

The above passage is a classic assessment of the governor by an exile who was extremely displeased with her ally.

While the exiles are still trapped outside, unable to enter or leave, and suffering greatly, Li Lin has already met with Roland in the governor's private garden, which is truly remarkable.

As things stand, Roland surprisingly fits the description of the exiles.

At this moment, in Governor Roland's private garden, there was a long dining table covered with a pure white tablecloth. At the center of the table was a huge roast goose. The chef had ingeniously stuffed the goose's belly with fruit, giving it a sweet aroma. Surrounding this main course, there were piles of fresh abalone and scallops imported from Italy, and at the edge were desserts garnished with cherries and blueberries, available for everyone to take as they pleased.

Wine glasses were piled high around the long table, and fine wine from Burgundy poured down from above, filling every glass. The guests were impeccably dressed, wearing pure white scarves, each holding a glass of fragrant red wine, swirling it but not drinking it easily, making a grand display.

Li Lin also unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance at the banquet—Mustafa.

The plump chieftain was surrounded by a group of well-dressed upper-class people, looking exceptionally smug.

Mustafa had clearly seen Li Lin as well, and the moment he saw Li Lin, his chubby face twitched in fright, and he quickly turned away. It was obvious that Li Lin had left a very deep impression on him.

Unfortunately, he was burying his head in the sand; Li Lin wouldn't let him off so easily.

"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu!" Li Lin called out as he walked over.

"Don't come any closer!" Mustafa almost lost his composure. Seeing that he couldn't stop Li Lin from getting closer, he hurriedly said something to the person next to him, stepped forward to block Li Lin from the front, and questioned him in a low voice.

"Damn it, what are you trying to do?!"

“Someone’s getting impatient, but I won’t say who it is.” Li Lin glanced at Mustafa sideways, but made no comment.

The more Li Lin acted this way, the more uneasy Mustafa became. Although he had only met Li Lin once before, he had keenly sensed that Li Lin was an unstable factor.

He was genuinely afraid that Li Lin and the others might do something drastic in front of Governor Roland, and that he himself would be implicated.

"Please, I'm begging you, just curse at me a couple of times? Kick me a couple of times?"

Li Lin stared at Mustafa with wide eyes as if he were looking at a lunatic: "Are you alright? If you're alright, eat more plums."

Why are there people who are eager to do the work themselves? Is there something wrong with them?

Meanwhile, Governor Roland entered through the main gate of the private garden. The young governor looked to be under thirty years old, with long, flowing blond hair and a pair of sea-blue eyes. He held a walking stick in his hand, and on the little finger of his left hand was a ring inlaid with black sapphire.

After a series of pointless platitudes, Roland took a glass from the mountain of wine glasses on the long table and raised it to everyone.

"Let us drink to this day, as beautiful as gold."

"With the governor here, Algiers will be at peace! With the governor here, justice will prevail!" Li Lin, holding a glass of red wine, went straight up to Roland and flattered him.

With long, flowing blond hair, the young governor, who looked more like a playboy than a politician, welcomed everyone: "Come to Algiers, I only did three things: fairness, fairness, and fucking fairness!"

At the dinner table, Li Lin and Luo Lan clinked glasses and flattered each other, acting as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, rather than meeting for the first time.

The faces of the other guests at the banquet stiffened. Ever since this person, who appeared to be from the Ming Dynasty, inexplicably barged into the banquet, things seemed to have taken another turn.

Unfortunately, Roland himself had no objection, and no one else could say anything. They could only watch as Li Lin, this outgoing guy, got along so well with Roland, making them feel incredibly envious and jealous.

The banquet ended in a strange atmosphere, and Roland took the opportunity to keep Li Lin behind to continue their conversation.

“I once heard that people in the Ming Dynasty valued divination and fate. They always used that compass and the I Ching to calculate the results they wanted. Man, that’s really cool.”

"Oh, my good friend, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to poke your ass with my crowbar." Li Lin, who couldn't stand people speaking in a translator's tone, started telling a tasteless story while speaking sarcastically. "You know what a feng shui master is, right?"

"heard about it."

“There was a small landlord…you can think of him as a local gentry, who hired a feng shui master to look at his house. The feng shui master took his compass and turned it around, saying, ‘This is incredible! Your house is backed by mountains and water; countless top scholars will emerge from here in the future.’”

"The young landlord was overjoyed. Producing one top scholar would bring glory to the family; producing countless top scholars would be like their ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke."

Roland seemed very interested in the story and pressed for more information: "And then?"

"Then the landlord was overthrown and beheaded like Louis XVI, and his courtyard was converted into a prestigious school."

Roland was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant, and then burst into laughter: "You are so funny—I must say, today is the happiest day I've had since I came here."

He took a handkerchief from the tray held by his servant, wiped his eyes, and then put the handkerchief back on the tray.

“You have successfully piqued my interest. In fact, I have had some contact with some people from the Ming Dynasty before, but their thoughts and behavior were too limited, completely different from yours.”

Roland returned to a table that had been cleaned, and as he sat down, a servant served him freshly brewed black tea.

The young governor twirled the black sapphire ring on his little finger, his eyes shining: "And what is the purpose of your summons?"

"Suppress the bandits," Li Lin said.

“You mean the National Liberation Front? But I have no idea how many of them there are, or who their leadership is—how could I possibly wipe them out?” Roland said with a grin. “Or do you have some special method?”

The governor seemed completely unwilling to take action.

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He was simply waiting for Li Lin's reply.

If Li Lin cannot give him a suitable answer, the governor might immediately turn hostile and kick Li Lin out.

"I'm willing to serve you faithfully!" Li Lin reacted even faster than the governor, his face radiating righteous indignation. "I'll infiltrate their ranks!"

Li Lin's rhetorical devices are not quite appropriate, but his style is very powerful.

Now it was the young governor's turn to show a look of shock and embarrassment—clearly he hadn't thought of this, but he quickly composed himself and put on his usual smiling face again.

"Okay, great."

Roland chuckled and patted Li Lin on the shoulder. He moved closer to Li Lin, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Since you want to take revenge on them, then go ahead."

It is clear that Governor Roland was not a hands-off manager who did nothing. On the day Li Lin and his group entered Algiers, their files were probably placed on the governor's desk.

Naturally, Roland also learned about the attack on Li Lin and others by the National Liberation Front.

As soon as he finished speaking, Roland lazily lay back in his recliner, his playful expression returning to his face: "Although I won't offer you any substantial help until you actually do something, I can help you solve your troubles."

The governor casually raised his right leg, crossed it, and beckoned to the black-clad servant standing quietly beside him.

"master."

“Go tell Vanessa to stop those little tricks. If she still wants to be my lover, she’d better behave herself for a while.”

The servant in black bowed respectfully: "Yes, sir." He then quietly disappeared into the swaying shadows of the trees.

"Is there anything else you need...? What are you doing?" The governor casually turned his head, hoping to see shock and fear in Li Lin's eyes, but saw him reaching under the table and fidgeting, doing something unknown.

Every man is familiar with this action.