Chapter 40: Sweet Dreams

Money isn't all-powerful, but without money, nothing is possible.

"Just as the West cannot do without Jerusalem."

"We must also have our own dollar."

Su Lin was busy using plastic rope to bind the man in the suit below his feet, in a reverse-hands cuffing method.

"Forgive my bluntness, but what you just said has no logic whatsoever." Miss Kelaien tore off a strip of black tape and stuck it over the man's mouth: "Also, what's in these guys' safe is pounds sterling."

"Ask that guy with the big comb-back where there are red banknotes, I don't want to go to the bank to exchange foreign currency!"

"You can ask him where there's an underground bank." Miss Kelaien dragged a man with a comb-back hairstyle toward a corner: "I'll get it out of him right away."

"Safe combination."

"For real?!" Su Lin felt goosebumps rising on his skin, and as he got up he kicked the man in the black suit beneath his feet: "These guys actually know about romance?"

"I thought you people didn't have hearts."

Inside a luxurious suburban villa, all the security personnel lay sprawled across the floor.

In the room with classical decor style, books, porcelain, and carpets were riddled with bullet holes, and shards of glass were scattered everywhere.

A bald middle-aged man had black tape stuck over his mouth, staring in terror at the two people before him.

One was clad in black armor, wearing a pitch-black crown; the other was dressed like an ancient swordsman, face masked, in a white robe with a long sword on his back.

He almost suspected that the several decades he'd lived had been lived on a dog.

Just two people, and they'd wiped out dozens of fully armed security personnel.

Bullets couldn't even break through their defense.

Was this some superpower blockbuster, or had he transmigrated into a TV drama?

His mind raced, but he couldn't recall at all where he'd offended this pair of Chinese-Western fusion-style swordsmen.

His past dealings?!

That shouldn't be the case.

Rip— the black tape was torn from his mouth.

"Two great heroes."

"Shh." Su Lin placed his index finger against his lips.

The bald middle-aged man immediately went as silent as a cicada in winter.

"Human trafficking, quite the game you've got going, setting up such a big villa." Su Lin took out a notebook, thought for a moment, then tossed it aside: "I'll give you five minutes, write down the information of your fellow criminals or anyone else running illegal operations that you know."

Ten minutes later, police cars surrounded the location. Opening the room, they saw the bald middle-aged man curled up in a corner, his gaze vacant, as if he'd seen something utterly terrifying.

"He's gone mad." A police officer went up to check, then concluded.

"What happened here?"

With Su Lin's ability, or rather the system's ability, it could even let Su Lin become a human printing press by tomorrow.

But that would be far too boring.

Moreover, currency to a certain extent represents the value of social resources; mass printing of a country's currency would easily cause that country to experience inflation.

"Doesn't wearing this set of armor get tiring?"

A man carrying a stack of bags of operating funds appeared in a small grove in the mountains.

Miss Kelaien tossed the burlap sack on the ground and took off his helmet.

"It's manageable."

The Source Fortress hadn't followed him to this world, so naturally he couldn't tap into the Source Fortress's power to contain the Black Emperor's Sequence card, and had to personally step in for the cosplay.

Actually, the Faceless didn't need to hide and cover up either.

If not for Su Lin guaranteeing that this world currently had no supernatural powers, he wouldn't have come in person.

To put it plainly, what he'd done tonight was find people at the clubhouse and use divination to see if anyone was engaged in illegal activities.

Using the Divination pathway's Sequence abilities to follow the trail and investigate step by step.

"We agreed, I want 30%." Miss Kelaien shook the hefty bag.

"No problem."

Su Lin didn't bother with what Miss Kelaien wanted this world's money for; being paid for one's labor was only right, and as for what Miss Kelaien would do with the money, that wasn't his concern.

"I thought you'd be living quite comfortably." Miss Kelaien said.

"Everything costs money these days."

"True." Miss Kelaien had deep personal experience of this.

Su Lin dismissed his Historical Projection and stepped out from the void nearby, making Miss Kelaien's eyebrow twitch— good lord, that one just now wasn't his real body?

"You should actually find an agent." Miss Kelaien offered advice: "Help him solve some problems appropriately, or give him some cultivation techniques, let him earn money for you in society."

"I'll consider it in the future." Su Lin had thought about such things before, but his demand for money hadn't been that high previously, and neither had the other group members.

Compared to living in an Earth city, they preferred to spend their time at Water Mirror Peak, a place suitable for cultivation, occasionally returning to the city to enjoy modern life.

"Let's go, head back."

After returning to Water Mirror Peak, things were as usual. Su Lin brought Miss Kelaien to the residential area, and Miss Kelaien picked out a place to stay.

"Do you want to try cultivating?" Su Lin pointed toward the mountaintop along the white jade stone steps, where a simple, ancient building stood.

"Forget it." Miss Kelaien didn't hesitate: "I no longer count as human, whether I can cultivate is uncertain, I can only stick to one path now."

"If there are items like in novels that can calm the mind and dispel negative spirits, you could keep an eye out for me." Miss Kelaien paused: "I'll trade you something for them when the time comes."

"Alright." Su Lin nodded: "It's already 4 AM, it's late, get some rest."

"Thanks for tonight."

"Wish you sweet dreams." Miss Kelaien made a gesture, a prayer to the night for good dreams and peace.

Closing the door, Miss Kelaien lay on his side on the bed, looking at the room's understated decor and the white clouds outside the wooden window, feeling an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

After a while, Miss Kelaien got up, put on his shoes, left the house, followed the route in his memory to the teleportation gate, and stepped in.

Arriving in Rong City, he hailed a cab and came to the entrance of a five-star hotel.

"That'll be 90 yuan."

"Sorry for the trouble."

Walking into the hotel lobby, the night-shift receptionist was watching an online drama. Seeing a guest arrive, she tapped twice to shrink the webpage.

"Welcome."

Miss Kelaien gave a snap of his fingers and said softly:

"Please get me a room, the best one."

"May I see your ID, please?"

In the receptionist's eyes, Miss Kelaien produced his ID, and she helped the guest complete the registration on the computer system.

"All right, Suite 01 on the 17th floor."

The receptionist took the ID back into her wallet, stepped away from the registration camera, and gracefully handed the room card to Miss Kelaien.

"2888 yuan, sir."

Miss Kelaien took out 30 red banknotes from his pocket and said to the receptionist:

"Keep the change, thanks."

Taking the elevator up to the 17th floor, he swiped the room card to open the door, revealing a suite of over a hundred square meters.

Casually entering a room with floor-to-ceiling windows, he drew back the curtains. Miss Kelaien lay down on the bed—the velvet pillows and the soft Simmons mattress were no better than the room at Water Mirror Peak.

But looking out the window at the bustling high-rises, the vehicles passing on the elevated road, and the tiny, rice-grain-sized lit windows, the faint irritation in Miss Kelaien's heart gradually faded away.

As a mythological creature, he unusually and naturally felt a bit of weariness.

His eyes narrowed slightly, slowly closed, and he drifted off into dreamland.