Chapter 318

March 7 suddenly interrupted Xing and Misha's idle chat, indicating that there seemed to be some trouble at the front desk.

The front desk staff member Aili could not find Xing's name in the registration, and the platinum suite registration only listed March 7, Jizi, Walter, and Dan Heng.

"Yes, I am Mr. Dan Heng." Xing stood with hands on hips.

"Dan Heng…" Walter pondered, suddenly recalling that when he previously replied to the family, Xing had not yet boarded the train.

Jizi suggested transferring Dan Heng's room to Xing and guaranteeing her identity, but this put the front desk miss in a difficult position.

"Currently, on the eve of the Grand Harmony Ceremony, Penacony's most important moment of each cycle. Moreover, having received an invitation from the family, guests from across the galaxy have packed this place to capacity."

At the back of the group, a richly dressed young man suddenly spoke, speaking for the front desk: "Hotel security is adding insult to injury, allowing no slip-ups. When something like this happens, it's not up to this miss to decide—Astral Express everyone, don't make things difficult for her."

Walter politely expressed his apology and asked for the other's name.

"I am Shajin, belonging to the Company Strategic Investment Department, overseeing the Diamond division's non-performing asset liquidation specialist. I have come at the invitation of the Watchmaker. At the same time, I am also a tourist who has been waiting behind you for a long time."

Jizi gave Walter a glance, then stepped forward and said: "I heard the Interstellar Peace Company also received an invitation from Penacony; you must be its representative. The company's elite truly have extraordinary bearing—such a distinguished figure, could you do us a favor?"

"Have I misheard—asking for a favor? Shouldn't I be the one saying this to you all?" Shajin feigned surprise, "I've already been waiting here for over ten minutes; do you know how many credit points that equals for me?"

Jizi chuckled calmly: "Surely that's an astronomical figure. So, Mr. Shajin, I have an investment opportunity you shouldn't miss."

Shajin's lips curled slightly—finally getting to something he's interested in.

Jizi looked at Xing beside her and said: "The company's influence spans the universe, so its words carry weight naturally; we hope to borrow your identity—to act as a guarantor for her."

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The Funeral of Frieren.

Under the tavern's dim yellow light, Fern's small face scrunched up as she stared at the conversation between Jizi and Shajin on the canopy.

"Your eloquence is too high, just like General Jingyuan's." Fern thought the best speakers were two people: General Shence Jingyuan and Miss Topa, but now we have to add one more.

"Your eloquence is too high, just like General Jingyuan's." Fern thought the best speakers were two people: General Shence Jingyuan and Miss Topa, but now we have to add one more.

"Is this the adult world? Whenever I think about how adults speak like this, I just resist growing up…" Stark scratched his chin, "I heard and understood, but I can't fully learn her speaking skills."

"No worries, Stark—I've lived over a thousand years and still can't learn it." Frieren lay back on the table, looking calm.

"Miss Frieren, you're completely indifferent, aren't you?" Fern looked disgusted.

"Previously, when dealing with those formidable big shots, it was Xinmeer who handled it." Frieren sat up, propping her chin with her hand, "When Xinmeer was still alive, I didn't pay attention to these things; only after I embarked on my journey alone did I gradually realize that talking with people isn't easy."

"It's not just idle chatter; it's about making the other person feel comfortable during the interaction, or using some techniques to achieve one's goals."

"Miss Frieren, have you never thought about learning?" Fern asked.

"I don't really care about techniques besides magic, Fern." Saying that, Frieren let out a long yawn: "I'm so tired… Anyway, talking is a difficult thing, harder than many magics; if you want to learn, just put in the effort—I'm going upstairs to sleep."

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"This way, you'll not only save plenty of precious time, but also make a bunch of new friends."

Shajin got serious, smiling: "That's interesting. What can these friends bring me?"

"This is an even more worthwhile topic. As fellow guests of the Watchmaker, why don't we first settle in Penacony and then gradually get to know each other?"

Shajin nodded satisfactorily: "Sure, sure. However, Miss Navigator, I must point out—if I intervene, the time saved should be what I fought for myself—not what you gave me."

Jizi chuckled lightly.

"…But I especially liked the latter part of what you said! Friends, yes, nothing is more precious than friends—especially a Nameless Guest like this, such an open-minded pioneer. For my Penacony journey ahead, I'll have to trouble all you Pioneer friends to look after me. I hope we—get along well."

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Jujutsu Kaisen.

The wooden floor of the training field scorched under the afternoon sun, Itadori sat cross-legged on the ground holding a can of soda; though it was scorching hot, hearing the word "friends" from Shajin's mouth gave him a chill down his spine.

"This guy, spouting off credit points left and right—could he be the type who loves money to death?" As he spoke, he couldn't help glancing at Sister Mingming sitting in the hallway.

"Not necessarily, Itadori." An Geji interjected, "Don't worry—he's definitely not the kind of person you think. Anyone who can reach P45 level in the company is surely financially free; not everyone is like Mingming, only interested in cash and bankbook numbers."

Mingming in the hallway smiled without denying Geji's opinion of her.

"The care and help from the Astral Express can't be measured in money—just like you can't sway that guy Wu Tiao Wu with cash—only loyalty is their reason for acting."

"And loyalty…" An Geji suddenly laughed, "Someone like Topa, who combines loyalty with the ability to reach P45, must be extremely rare among the higher-ups—indeed, it's an absolutely rare hard currency. For Shajin, using face to exchange for the Astral Express's priceless loyalty—no matter how you look at it, it's a bargain."

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Having said that, Shajin planned to use his influence to guarantee Xing, but the front desk remained difficult—until—

"Elli, stay calm." A handsome man in a white suit walked over slowly, bowing politely to Xing and them, "The family cannot let guests carry burdens into their dreams."