The Psychic Girl

"This is just a convention set by our president. It has no real effect. The paper has also been specially processed. What is written will not be visible at the moment, and it will not be named. You can do whatever you want. Anyway, my mission has been completed...

Two hundred and seventeen! Did I say too much again? "

Suddenly being mentioned by him again, and shocked by the inexplicable anger and momentum of the man in white, Ye Lianxi was so scared that she immediately shook her head like a rattle. She seemed to have accidentally offended someone she shouldn't have offended.

Ye Lianxi's intuition was indeed correct. The person she offended was Kong E, the most cunning but narrow-minded person in the guild, and he was also the general affairs officer in charge of teaching in this Ling Su Academy...

Even Xuan Jue and Ruan Cheng, who had wanted to embarrass her in the future, were whispering that Ye Lianxi would probably suffer if she entered the spiritual residence...

Purpose? ambition?

After receiving the admission record on a piece of light yellow silk paper, Ye Lianxi racked his brains but could not think of what to write.

This kind of thing. She couldn't say that she was investigating the truth behind the disappearance of the psychics back then! But she couldn't come up with any decent reasons, and she didn't want to lie on purpose.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind.

"Ah! I know what to write!"

……

In the underground research base of the Adventure Guild.

A man wrapped in a crimson knight's cloak was walking hurriedly in the slightly dim corridor. What was covered under the cloak was not his body, but armor with a dark green luster.

He wore a pure black beret, with long gray hair mixed with a few strands of black hanging down his back. His eyes revealed a bit of confusion and sadness for some reason. His face from the right corner of his eye to the cheek above his left nose was covered by a special metal mask, but from the remaining half of his fair face, it could be seen that he was once a handsome and delicate young man.

"Inspector General! You're here! The president is still in Room 1 of the base."

The person who spoke was Zhang Xuan. He was sitting in front of a navy blue desk in the outer courtyard of the president's room. When he saw the visitor, he immediately stood up respectfully.

Zhang Xuan is the first assistant to President Zhuge, and also the secretary general of the general guild. He is responsible for all the president's schedule arrangements and the internal affairs of the general guild.

"The president has said that the meeting in Group 1 will take at least three hours. Now more than two hours have passed, so it should be over soon.

If you are not in a hurry, you can rest here and wait."

Different from most people's perception and judgment, Zhang Xuan had a deeper understanding of this dull Chief Inspector from the president's words, so he still had quite a bit of admiration and respect for him in his heart.

Looking straight at Zhang Xuan who was speaking, the man nodded coldly without saying anything.

Because of the damage to his trachea, the man's voice was always thick and hoarse. Even if he spoke at the lowest voice, it would always make people feel that it was a cold and rude reprimand. After realizing this, he simply stopped speaking when it was not necessary.

This kind of silence reveals an inhuman and distant nature. People around him then thought he was difficult to get along with, and this vicious cycle continued. Coupled with his behavior during the mission, he gradually earned the nickname "Cold-Faced Inspector".

He did not choose to sit on the luxuriously decorated seat beside him. After looking around, he took two steps and stood quietly beside the desk, just in time to block the extra glaring light from the lamp on the stone wall for Zhang Xuan.

[Although he appears to be fierce and behaves strangely, he is actually a very soft person at heart! ]

I didn't expect him to notice this carefully. Facing the man's seemingly unintentional behavior, thinking this way, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but look up and glance at him, but soon lowered his head as if nothing had happened. He continued to flip through the silk papers that had just been sent from Sanshou, as if he was trying to find something to break the awkwardness, or as if he was talking to himself.

"There are quite a few foreigners in this year's Lingsu students, but they are all really weird! These must be reviewed by the president, what kind of mess are these paintings!

Although it was just to continue the convention set by the president, Kong E was too perfunctory in doing it! "

Listening to Zhang Xuan's complaints, the man accidentally caught a glimpse of a page of handwriting on the pieces of silk paper in his hand, which looked somewhat familiar.

[Graduated successfully and obtained the adventurer qualification! ! Go to all the XX places on the Lingwu map! ! ! (￣︶￣)?]

The curved smiling face and the peach-shaped heart drawn with a few simple strokes at the end of this sentence made the man feel very close to it. The thin back of the little man leaving home in his memory quietly jumped into his mind again.

"This? What is this?..."

The man's hoarse and dull voice suddenly sounded, causing Zhang Xuan to look up at him.

"Oh, these are all the information about the students who are entering Lingsu Academy this year. They were just sent over from Sanshou. I was just about to sort them out and prepare to hand them over to the president!"

Surprised at the excitement on the face of the usually cold and restrained Chief Inspector, Zhang Xuan continued to ask in a low and nervous voice.

"Why... did you see something wrong?!"

The man snatched the piece of silk paper with the admission oath written on it from Zhang Xuan's hand. The paper began to wrinkle in his hand because he was clenched so hard.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he gently stroked the familiar handwriting on the paper with his forelimbs, which were covered by steel, as if he was confirming something over and over again. Tears welled up in his eyes, which had not been seen for a long time, and kept sliding down the cold iron surface on his cheeks.

[Little sister, this time... is it really you? ]

……

In the main hall of Sanshou Yuan'an City, Mu Ye shook his head helplessly in front of the kneeling people.

"The point! Can you please get to the point?

Your Majesty is asking about the people who come to you to pawn things! You have said so much, why do you keep talking about your wife and children? ! "

Su Li, the owner of the pawnshop on Jianning Road in Yuan'an, knelt tremblingly at the foot of the hall. He lowered his head tightly on the yellow wax stone at his feet, not daring to look directly at the monarch sitting on the throne in the hall. When he heard what General Mu said, his whole body began to tremble again.

Since noon, when he was brought from the prison to the Three-Headed Palace by a group of soldiers, Su Li thought that he was in great danger, so he was very terrified. In the huge palace, it was quiet and only his heavy breathing could be heard. He was crying with tears and snot.

How could Su Li have known at that time that his greedy nature would bring about such a disaster!

If I had known this, I really shouldn't have taken over my ancestors' business and become the head of a pawnshop. It was unexpected that I could attract the "attention" of such a big figure in Lingwu Continent... Thinking of this, Su Li raised her head slightly, wanting to pay a little respect to the monarch's majesty, but when she thought of her own situation, she immediately lowered her head again.