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

The Sarkaz trio exchanged glances and slowly nodded.

“I think we can also leverage local resources to incorporate this self-organized mutual aid society among the miners into the Reunion Movement,” Talulah said. “You’ve already contacted the people in the mutual aid society. If we can resolve this peacefully without resorting to violence, that would be the best outcome.”

“I don’t think that will work.” This time it was Ines who spoke. She looked up at Talulah, her voice slightly hoarse. “The leaders of the Mutual Aid Society are very difficult to deal with.”

"Difficult to deal with?" Talulah asked with interest. "How so? Have you revealed our philosophy to him?"

“No, in fact, we’re being unilaterally attacked by him,” Ines replied coldly. “Their leader is a young man, but his way of thinking is quite bizarre. If you want to recruit the Mutual Aid Society, you’ll first have to deal with this guy named Abraham Leigh…”

At this moment, W noticed that Talulah's hands were trembling slightly, and to her left, Patriot Borocasti's figure was also swaying slightly.

Ines paused her narration with some surprise. She could sense that Talulah's thoughts seemed somewhat...confused as well.

Across the long table, the dragon girl raised her head and gazed at Ines.

An unprecedented pressure suddenly enveloped Ines.

"Could you say it again?"

I fucking miss that dog from back then, it totally broke down my defenses.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. So I downloaded Genshin Impact and came back to write a single chapter because I was really upset by the Arknights livestream.

Why don't I have Nian? Why don't I have Xi? Master Xi doesn't really appeal to me, so it's okay if I don't have her. But I really want Nian. She's so beautiful, and she's so real that she doesn't seem like a two-dimensional character!

She is full of energy and so real that she doesn't seem like a character living in a virtual world. Her hobbies are just like those of ordinary people. She lives freely and unrestrainedly, yet cherishes every moment. She loves to do many things, but she doesn't just slack off. She is flesh and blood, genuine enough, as if I could reach out and touch her warmth, instead of being separated by a screen!

People of the past, you are blessed!

I'll tell you the truth: I've broken through the defenses because I have nothing—no money, no Originium, no Synthetic Jade! These people living so happily makes my eyes turn green with envy!

Do you know how cute she is? She loves spicy food, her hair is white, and her arms and hands look like they've been dyed red by flames. Every single one of her hobbies perfectly hits my sweet spot. I love her to death, but I don't!

She stood there, sticking out her tongue with a flirtatious yet not frivolous air, raising the firecracker in her hand. Her flat stomach had not an ounce of fat, and her eyebrows and eyes were as unforgettable as the Four-Sheep Bronze Zun.

When she reached Elite 2, she stood on the ruins, looking down at me. A massive dragon silently emerged from behind her, overlooking the battlefield that had been leveled. She wasn't forging metal, but my heart. It was as if she was stepping on my body. Can you feel this intertwined pain and pleasure?

Damn it, I'm devastated, I'm absolutely devastated, especially when I hear them speaking in their dialects. It makes me feel so heartbroken. She's like a good brother who comes over with a can of beer during the festive New Year, leans on my shoulder, and comforts this defenseless idiot by saying it's okay, everything will be alright.

But I, this fool, liked her. When I looked up, she had already walked away and was mingling with other people. She was so lovable, even without me.

I was so stupid, really. Why didn't I spend a lot of money to clear the entire gacha pool? Why did I hold back? I hate it, I hate it so much. I feel like I've become Feuerbach.

I was numb, truly numb, especially when I saw Le Xiaoyao. She reclined on the chair, her thighs beneath the cheongsam like white jade, a fan gently waving in her hand, her lips curving into a half-smile in the sunlight—so captivating! She moved her toes, captivating my very soul! I knew she had chosen this outfit by rolling dice. I felt as if I were seeing the Simuwu Ding, a vessel that had traversed three thousand years, once burning fiercely with sacrificial flames, now as serene as white porcelain fired in Ru ware. She was smiling at me!

I long to gently help her take off her shoes, to touch the curves of her toes and ankles, to feel the perfect softness of her soles. I long to feel her body temperature of 1400 degrees Celsius until the flames burn away my body and soul.

However, the light dimmed in an instant. She waved her fan, and both her sword and shield radiated heat. Her eyes burned with a fiery color, and her majesty utterly subdued me. I thought of the dog from back then, but I felt like a mouse.

I'm in so much pain, I've completely broken down, I just want a New Year! I'm having an attack, I admit I'm having an attack.

Seriously, I really want a New Year.

After I vented, I lay on the bed, tears streaming silently down my face.

That's how easy it is for veteran anime fans to break through their defenses.

23 I fucking want to have a New Year, so are there any rich women here?

“Abraham Lillin, the de facto leader of the Chernobog mining organization, the Mutual Aid Society.”

"They seem to have a certain degree of sympathy for those infected, and are implementing relatively lenient management measures in the mining areas managed by the mutual aid society..."

"Appropriate contact is permissible."

After careful consideration and analysis, and after verification and calculation by the intelligent central system PRTS, Dr. Kal'tsit, the de facto leader of Rhodes Island, stamped the document with her seal of approval.

"So, are we really going to contact this low-ranking Ursus official?"

On a massive landship, the operatives in charge of the operation whispered among themselves. It was common knowledge that the Ursus Empire discriminated against infected people. Even though the data said that Li Lin, this outlier, might have sympathy for the infected, who knew if he harbored any malicious intentions?

"Whether he harbored malicious intentions or not, he at least maintained stability among the miners in the mining area."

A gentle voice sounded behind these operators.

The operators all turned around: "Amiya..."

The girl from Carter's, dressed in a blue-purple dress, was holding a folder in her arms. She pulled out the file about Li Lin again.

“There’s an old saying in Longmen: ‘Judging by actions, not intentions.’ Regardless of whether Li Lin truly sympathizes with the infected, as long as he does this, there is a basis for cooperation.”

......

At this time, Li Lin, who was far away in the Chernobog Twelfth Mine, was unaware that many people had their eyes on him.

He was having a great time training the militiamen of the Commonwealth. At first, the Kingkiller was worried that he would cause some trouble, but after watching for a while, he found that it was actually quite normal.

It was so normal that it was completely unlike anything Li Lin would do.

Whether it's marching in formation, standing at attention, or simply doing the drills, it all truly embodies the spirit of the military.

Of course, as a notorious cunning and treacherous leader of the cult, Master Li would not set an example by himself. After proposing these guidelines, the ones responsible for implementing them were always the conscripted regicides.

Nian had always been indifferent to such trivial matters, at most he would secretly take photos under the tree with a camera, and the only regicide who had received similar training could not find any fault with it, which made Li Lin even more smug.

A few days later, Li Lin was clearly not satisfied with just military training, and he planned to give the militiamen extra firearms.

The king killer, noticing that he was showing signs of a relapse, rushed to dissuade him.

"You're not going to war! Being a militia is more than enough."

"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime." Li Lin earnestly adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, imparting life wisdom to the regicide, "Junjun, I think you still need to learn one..."

This is another example of something I've never heard of before—a regicide—but it certainly makes a lot of sense.

It would be even more convincing if Li Lin hadn't been hiding on the kang (a heated brick bed) when he said that.

"Li Lin said it so well, I'm going to include that line in my movie." Nian, standing nearby, was still egging him on.

The regicide secretly thought that the adulterous couple were just talking without any real understanding of the situation.

Of course, she didn't dare say this to Miss Nian's face.

"So why are you suddenly conducting this kind of militarized training? Is it to guard against those Sarkaz mercenaries?" The Kingkiller was still quite puzzled. "Do they dare to launch a formal attack on the Chernobog mine? This is the main area of ​​the mobile city-state, not some mobile town scattered on the outskirts."

Li Lin slowly arched his back towards Nian's thigh on the other side, only to be kicked away by the feigning indifference of Miss Nian.

The regicide's eye twitched.

Considering the feelings of the regicide, Li Lin quickly sat up straight and stopped flirting with Nian: "Since you asked so sincerely, I will mercifully tell you that what I am guarding against is not this group of Sarkaz mercenaries, but the Reunion Movement that is following behind them."

"The Reunion Movement?" Kingslayer felt a chill run from his tail to the top of his head. "You mean... that infected organization?!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly! I won't tell you that once the unified army of heavenly soldiers arrives, I will be granted the title of Eastern King, and I will be possessed by the Heavenly Father, enjoying wealth and glory. If you defect and surrender with courtesy, you will still retain your title of marquis. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

After saying that, Li Lin sneered, "Ask away, I won't say anything!"

The kingslayer nodded: "I understand."

It turns out that Li Lin has always been associated with the Integrative Movement, a rising organization of infected people in the North, which explains why he made preparations in advance.

Upon realizing this, the King Killer nodded slightly. As an infected person, Li Lin was not well-liked in the Terra Kingdom. Only the infected people's own organization was his only support.

Sure enough, he usually deliberately hides himself, and most of his seemingly irrational behaviors are actually quite meaningful, only revealing themselves at crucial moments.

Just like how he concealed his identity as an infected person.

“I understand. The Reunion Movement is actually a good choice.” The Kingkiller actually had a very good impression of the Reunion Movement. Whether it was their almost strict discipline or their highly mobile snowfield guerrilla tactics, they were different from the armies of the Terran countries.

They exude a vibrant and upward-looking spirit.

Upon hearing this, Li Lin was immediately shocked: "How do you know I have any connection with the Reunion Movement?"

The Kingslayer turned her head very naturally; she had gradually become accustomed to Li Lin's sudden outbursts: "In that case, I will train them as you wish."

“This Junjun is really too lame.” After confirming that the King Killer was not eavesdropping outside the door, Li Lin took off his glasses. “Actually, I have nothing to do with the Reunion Movement.”

"Oh? Then why are you so calm?" Miss Nian asked curiously.

"Because I have a life-or-death bond with their leader, Talulah!"

Li Lin was smug and oblivious to the fact that the temperature on the kang (a heated brick bed) had cooled down slightly.

"Oh, I see. But aren't you afraid the Ursus army will come knocking on your door before you know it?" Nian smiled dangerously.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Li Lin retorted. “Those people are probably just thinking about making a fuss about the infected. Even if Koschei himself is not here, his major policies will not change. What power do the young emperor and the conservative speaker have to change this vast earthly empire?”

The sudden establishment of the government made Nian squint, especially when she heard a relatively familiar name in Li Lin's words.

— Koschke, or "the immortal black serpent".

This land contains many ancient things: mythical creatures, ancient gods, immortal beings, deities—all these terms refer to the same type of life.

Nian and the Black Serpent were of the same kind, and she naturally knew how to deal with this "compatriot" who had lost her physical form and whose consciousness was constantly reincarnating.

Miss Nian's skills originally came from daily life, but after the plow was forged into a sword, the skills that were used in daily life were also applied to the battlefield.

The power of casting is roughly like this: fire is like a warm spring, yet it consumes everything; fire is like a harsh winter, yet it brings warmth.

Those are the principles of transformation and destruction, shaping and power.

With Kosic's name drawing attention, Nian, who had been deep in thought, stopped pressing for details, making things much easier for Li Lin.

He dragged the steadily accumulating mystical aura from the table together, forming a circle around himself and the cult.