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

The governor was so shocked that he stood up from his chair and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.

"What are you doing?!"

Li Lin sighed and helplessly pulled his hand away, thinking to himself that even the governor had to interfere with his secret act of wiping his nose; how petty of him.

Although he didn't know what Li Lin was doing down there, the governor visibly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no unusual liquid on his hands.

"...Besides that, you also need a safe identity—I think Mustafa is a good fit, so we can have him introduce you into the National Liberation Front."

After saying this, Governor Roland waved his hand, indicating that Li Lin could leave to find Mustafa.

“Hopefully Mustafa will be sensible enough not to make me go through the trouble of cultivating another intermediary.” Governor Roland twirled the black sapphire ring on his hand and muttered to himself, “But this guy who looks like he’s from the Ming Dynasty is quite interesting. At least he can cause some more trouble for Algiers.”

The governor turned to the black-clad servant who had quietly appeared behind him and said, "Take that document from my bedroom and put it on the desk. Vanessa knows what to do."

"Yes, sir."

......

Unexpectedly, Mustafa was waiting for Li Lin in a somewhat secluded reception room.

After waiting for some time, Mustafa seemed to have calmed down. When he saw Li Lin, he didn't seem too excited. He just had a blank expression and pulled out an identification document from his briefcase with a look of utter despair.

“With this, you are Said. Your identity is Professor of Anthropology at the University of Algiers. After you go out, wait at the entrance of the Abd al-Dahman Mosque. Someone will come to meet you.”

Li Lin, however, gave an irrelevant answer: "When I left my hometown and came here from the Ming Dynasty, my uncle said something to me before he died."

Mustafa perked up when he saw that Li Lin seemed to want to say something else.

He told me, "What you love is your life."

Mustafa's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Li Lin's face, wondering if he was trying to comfort him.

Li Lin picked up a pen and signed his identity document on his own, saying to himself, "So ever since I took the well from my hometown, the villagers have never been able to drink water from that well again."

Li Lin's outrageous story successfully shocked Mustafa. Taking this opportunity, Li Lin quietly slipped out of the governor's mansion. However, he did not go directly to the University of Algiers and the Abdullah al-Massachusetts Mosque. Instead, he deliberately returned to the gate of the governor's mansion, not for any other reason than to mock the exiles who were still being held by the guards.

Li Lin's despicable character is evident.

When he strolled back to the governor's mansion, the exile was squatting rudely in the police booth next to the mansion. His eyes lit up when he saw Li Lin.

"How did you get out here... and please save me!"

Unexpectedly, Li Lin strode towards them and, before anyone could react, pounced on the ground, pouting and giving the exiles an exaggerated smile.

"Oh my gosh—I've always wanted to see that expression on your face, to see the look of jealousy on your face!"

The exile was both annoyed and amused, wondering what kind of ridiculous joke Li Lin was playing. He reached out and punched Li Lin on the forehead: "Stop playing around and take me out of here."

Unexpectedly, Li Lin suddenly jumped up, clutching his forehead and staggering back a few steps, pointing at the exile and shouting, "You're finished! You hit someone! I'm going to tell your father!"

"Arrest her and take her away!"

The patrol officers watching the scene nodded to Li Lin. They had seen Li Lin walk out of the other gate of the governor's mansion with a triumphant air. They immediately stepped forward and were really going to take the exile to the police station.

"Hey, you're not really going to send me to the police station, are you?" the exile stared in disbelief.

"When did you get the idea that I would joke?" Li Lin kindly stepped forward and touched the exile's hair. He had to admit that the fluffy, bouncy hair felt really good.

The shocked exile was unable to resist and was taken away by two patrol officers who grabbed him by the arms.

Standing in the police station, Li Lin watched the exiles disappear into the distance, his expression suddenly turning indifferent. He turned around and stared silently at the governor's mansion.

It seemed as if he were looking directly at Governor Roland and his lover Vanessa, separated by high walls and buildings.

The exile's previous description fits Governor Roland very well, but unfortunately, only half of it is accurate.

As bureaucrats, these people with their forced smiles are quite difficult to deal with. And Vanessa, who is suspected of being the purger, did not show up—but she inadvertently hinted that the general direction of the National Liberation Front was actually being manipulated by the Governor's Office.

More importantly, this Governor Roland is suspected to be a superhuman.

Li Lin recalled his earlier actions under the table. It wasn't that he was doing anything indescribable, but rather that he was taking the opportunity to manipulate the dark green tabletop.

During the conversation with Governor Roland, something that had been dormant for a long time lit up on the table—it was the [Ritual: Metamorphosis of the Scale Worm], which had been silent ever since the death of the Black Serpent Kosichie.

Only a high-ranking Moth Aspect can influence this ritual, or a Moth Aspect expert above the third mark!

In this situation, placing the exile in a police station and adapting to the circumstances might be the best course of action.

As a hero forced into this situation, Snyder will understand her choice, right?

301 Tracking and Anti-Tracking

Li Lin did not immediately meet with the people from the National Liberation Front. He should have informed the other two groups, who were completely unaware of the fact that he had sent the exiles to the police station for questioning.

Mr. Li's intentions were good, but unfortunately he was really impatient. He couldn't wait even two minutes and started to act on his own after writing a note.

“I’ve done more than enough by writing the note; they should thank me, not blame me,” Li Lin thought righteously.

......

As the clouds gradually gathered in the Algiers sky, the sky darkened. Roland stood by the window, drank his last glass of wine, and gestured for the person next to him to draw the curtains.

A girl with wine-red hair reached out and pulled the purple velvet curtains closed. Roland then turned on the bedside lamp. Under the dim light, the girl's body, draped only in a light veil, exuded an unusual fragrance.

Vanessa raised her head, placed one hand on her chest to cover her breasts, which were faintly visible under the veil, and covered her flat stomach with the other hand, her fingers reaching down, it was hard to tell whether she was concealing or teasing; her long legs were straight and together, her fair feet stood on the soft carpet, her toes sinking deep into the carpet.

Roland stepped forward and gently kissed her collarbone, listening to the girl's sweet breaths.

He descended further, tearing away the veils that tantalized his senses, licking every inch of her skin, and listening with satisfaction as the girl's breaths shifted from sweet to tormented.

Roland buried his head between Vanessa's long legs and mumbled, "Do you have a grudge against them?"

"No... um... no."

"So you're still helping, um, helping the liquidators?" The governor stuck out his tongue, moving it nimbly, while extending his fingers to delve into the girl's soft flesh along the graceful curve of her buttocks.

"Ah, ah...no, sir, but—"

The governor tightened his fingers slightly.

Vanessa's legs trembled, and she was gushing uncontrollably; her mind was blank.

Roland's teeth seemed to have bitten into something, causing her to completely lower her defenses, give up all resistance, and soften as she whimpered and cried out in sorrow.

"Do you admit your mistake?"

"I was wrong... I was wrong." Vanessa sat on the floor with her legs spread apart, her eyes glazed over, the carpet soaking wet.

“Is that so?” Roland picked up Vanessa and whispered in her ear, “Then prove it to me.”

An hour later, Roland, shirtless, got up from the bedside and looked at the girl who had been tormented into a deep sleep. The joy that remained in his eyes gradually faded and finally turned into a cold indifference.

He left the bedroom and went to his study.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the clouds outside the window, but was gradually obscured by more and more shadows. Roland turned on his desk lamp, but then reached out and turned it off.

The next instant, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

The clouds outside the window moved, swallowing up the last rays of sunlight.

Snapped.

Roland turned off the lamp and sat silently in the shadows, but the manuscript on the table emitted a faint glow.

Nine of them emit a dim yellow light, like the setting sun at dusk; the other nine emit a tranquil blue light, like moonlight falling on a winding alley at midnight.

The Book of the Sun was split into four by some force, and now one half is in the hands of Governor Roland.

......

The rain was extremely heavy.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the street anymore; only a few grudges covered their heads with objects and hurried along.

In the alleyway where the Kasbah district and the new district meet, a dark figure darted quickly through.

The figure wore a white domed hat, leather shoes that shimmered in the rain, and a dark Arabian robe that blended seamlessly with the gloomy weather, making him inconspicuous.

Behind him, a figure dressed in white and holding an umbrella followed, seemingly close yet distant.

Snapped--

The expensive leather shoes stepped into a muddy puddle by the roadside, and the dark figure suddenly stopped.

The rain soaked into the surface of his robe, deepening its color. The dark figure in the rain suddenly turned his head, and beneath the white dome hat, his sharp, long eyes swept behind him like those of a hawk.

There was no one around, only the silent, rainy scene.

After scanning left and right without finding anything, the dark figure turned back, adjusted the brim of his hat, and quickly left the alley.

Shortly after it left, a white figure cautiously peeked out and followed closely behind, crawling along the wall like a slug.

The white figure rushed out of the alley and turned to scan the surroundings, but did not see the figure. Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

The white-clad figure's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly ducked, turned his head, and threw a punch!

"Damn it, the magnetic field rotates with the power of a million horses—Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!"

The fist struck empty air, a few drops of rain splashed onto the wall by the force of the punch, and the white-clad figure spun like a top being whipped by a copper-headed leather belt.

"Meow".

In the corner of the alley, a small white cat hiding under a trash can was startled by this action and meowed at the white figure.

The figure in white gazed at the white cat, half of which was soaked, and his sharp black eyes gradually softened.