Chapter 1239: NO. 143: All this busyness will eventually reap a harvest

NO. 143: All this busyness will eventually reap a harvest.

"Aomo."

"Please speak."

"Actually, you don't need to make it so troublesome."

"It's not really troublesome, either; given the span of this old matter, this result is already quite efficient."

"Wouldn't it be more efficient to simply have Hannah send an apology email in your name to the work mailbox?"

""

He halted, and in the ten-second-long look back, the vampire's rare conscience retreated.

The latter sighed hurriedly: "Alright, alright, let's move on to the next parish."

Yet he still kept a hard mouth.

"I just feel that this self‑gratifying kind of atonement has no meaning at all."

"It's not entirely meaningless, but it is indeed a self‑gratifying advance; trouble you to come along, Uncle Lesenbra."

"I'm not speaking up for my own time," seeing the youth actually also return a salute in passing, this vampire, though of noble birth, but not putting on many airs, merely impatiently waved his hand, "I just want to ask you what your reason is for continuing like this."

"Reason..."

"You haven't listened to that talk I gave Grandma together with Auntie, have you?"

"? You say that's coercion disguised as choice? The so‑called making up for past mistakes?"

The vampire's words carried contempt; he had thought it meant the youth wanted to spend more time with everyone, never expecting there was also an apology implied.

"Even if it's coercive words, they are still true."

Indeed, it was Aomo Lindun who, while visiting and apologizing to each of the elders once abandoned back then, spoke while glancing at this still‑sizable orphanage.

Several decades may be long for humans, but for the orphanage staff it's another matter; consequently, the orphanage has seen little personnel change over these years.

Most of the staff members initially contacted could easily be reunited, and the few remaining who needed to be traced were fortunate in that they had not been close to the young Aomo back then, and thus were not part of this busy effort.

Even so, this vampire still found it troublesome.

But it wasn't because he had urgent business, nor because he didn't want to see a colleague; it was simply because dusk had not yet fallen.

Yes.

This traditional yet not especially traditional vampire count, just as before decades ago, remains extremely opposed to the false daylight of the demon realm.

It's hard to say whether it's an unchangeable nature or some other shadow, but one must admit that, at present, this has become his greatest shame.

Because it gives a genetically modified, daylight‑active electronic vampire the chance to mock the count.

There are many ways the new age can torment people; a disembodied electronic vampire's incessant chatter can certainly count as one, especially since this fellow is someone you especially despise, regarding him as trash.

But if you want to attack him, you must attack the network terminal he's on, and the terminal's owner obviously won't let you destroy private property.

This might be what they call 'false authority from a father'… The vampire count, who had once matched wits with the youth's student and now lacked confidence to challenge again, after enduring exactly thirteen minutes of humiliation, seeing the opponent being stuffed into a compression package by his adopted son, could also be considered gratifying.

No matter what, Aomo this child is still accustomed to maintaining stability.

Although he lacks Hannah's distorted pursuit, Yaxin also caught a glimpse of some past feeling from the moment that child intervened.

For many long‑lived species, life is always accompanied by memories.

Whether it's a carefree daily routine or a perilous danger, they inevitably evoke past scenes; and when what they see becomes ever more numerous and ultimately numb, they will remember those sufficiently vivid existences through a kind of 'spiritual sensation'.

Regardless of experience, regardless of age, seniority is useless; demons recognize individuals by soul, vampires by blood to show worth.

Vibrant, surging blood flows beneath the skin, linked through vessels, sustaining all the value of a fleshy body.

The child once named Aomo, as insignificant as a bundle of wheat, actually possessed the cool touch that he cared about.

Not turbid like human blood, not vivid like demon blood, that pure chill carries a small yet distinct sense of otherness.

This is a rare demonic quality; he once sighed thus.

In this orphanage, children are not allowed too much contact with the outside world; this is the weight of shaping order, and also a suppression of the natures of all clans.

Although it sounds unpleasant, only thus can there be a foundation for surviving in the demon realm.

Under this premise, no matter how rebellious their nature, demon species will abide by the rules before leaving the orphanage; this will also be the utmost that most children can learn.

Thus, in such an environment, yet a child learned to make use of the rules—not by having someone pull strings for him, nor by encountering a parachuted 'teacher', but through his own quiet realization—Yaxin could fully believe many colleagues were watching this child.

Although everyone's species differ and their experiences vary not at all, those assigned to work here are solely required to have a unique perspective.

Thus it's easy to imagine how deeply that child's farewell impressed the staff back then.

From this point, Aomo now running to visit and apologize will not likely encounter the situation where the other party has long forgotten this matter; as for the reaction to this matter, and whether that reaction carries a pretense…

The orphanage staff and helpers also have quite varied personalities.

Extreme twisted individuals aren't common, but those who regard cold ruthlessness as a virtue and vicious toxicity as an excellent merit are certainly not few.

Such elders mostly can guess the cause and effect just by hearing the purpose, and they also don't mind Aomo's sort of turning from darkness to light.

After all, this is less an apology and more like a census.

You can hardly say whether this person truly feels remorse toward so many 'people', but you can clearly see him rekindling those former connections he had severed, through apologies and pleasantries, and the contact list suddenly gains several more rows.

At first glance the notes seem ordinary domestic stuff—like 'Ms. XX', 'uncle', 'grandfather', 'grandmother'—but opening them to see the earnestly filled names and the work history entered in the position column… you'd find it hard not to suspect this guy wants to expand into an external commission market.

Thus one understands why he refused the companionship offers of Bourbon and Qiena.

Running errands is truly boring.

As for Miss Ersula, who quickly applied to leave after Aomo's arrival, let us wish her a smooth return.

As for Bourbon and Qiena, rather than coming along together, they'd be better off sightseeing, playing, and chatting with the 'young‑acting old‑timers' who have many stories.

After all, this vacation is merely a short weekend break; time is limited, and it's not recommended to while it away in the demon realm.

——If truly interested, one could plan future holidays; two days in the demon realm aren't even enough to get started, and it would still be better to spend them in Aachen as originally planned.

When Aomo makes that suggestion, you must first assume he truly wants to enjoy the long‑delayed swimwear return and hot‑spring return.

Otherwise you'll discover that, after the one‑and‑a‑half‑hour visit ends, his terminal screen not only gains several more rows of contacts, but also many new information files covering neutral and illegal organizations in the demon realm and the Aachen vicinity.

The nursery staff are not allowed to participate in any fights outside the premises; this rule was already set upon hiring.

But watching and gossiping are not included in the restriction.

The older one gets, the more they enjoy gossiping about the neighbors; this has nothing to do with short life or longevity. To, on this land that one has been apart from for over ten years and still didn't know much about back then, establish a basic grasp of the gray area, one must find an old-timer from the Demon Realm District whose customs aren't exactly simple and honest, but who is easy to talk to about children.