Chapter 142: How Could One Person Show So Much Familiarity? (Part 2)

Entering a bullet-time-like bodily sensation due to concentration, the difference in feeling from someone nearby using power to accelerate the flow of time was ultimately quite obvious.

"It's fine if you don't mind my acting on my own."

Although he also planned to buy some things to take back, he also didn't plan to cook himself, so Mositima's cart was filled with snacks and such.

Seeing Lindon planning to squeeze into the crowd, she also felt somewhat helpless and decided to speed up this boring process.

Still considering public settings, he didn't directly skip it, otherwise Aomo might have 'touched the line'.

Such unspoken rules about discount supermarkets aren't something infrequent visitors necessarily need to know; Aomo didn't mention it, instead steering the topic toward something less like a supermarket shopper.

"How could that be? You all didn't pay attention to how I handled that criminal back then, right? Although each had their own reasons, the result was always certain."

Hearing him mention this, Mositima's mind also flashed that brief scene.

The first half of that scene was hesitation.

Hesitating about how to conclude.

Her cooperation with Texas completely suppressed that mage, but she couldn't find an opportunity to restrain him.

That especially dangerous and troublesome staff's defensive mobile casting was flawless, and there were even several counterspells that could be activated within the slowed time.

If not for spatial distortion, the opponent could likely escape with a spatial spell.

If the goal were to kill the opponent, one could create an opportunity, but is that necessary?

Penguin Logistics doesn't love killing; if one follows the law, many troubles can be avoided, so naturally everyone would prefer to act within legal regulations, and if that's impossible, think of something else.

Then what about asking the client's attitude?

At that time she was maintaining the time dilation, unable to find a moment to inform Kesong to relay the inquiry, and Texas was also busy dealing with the alchemical statue summoned by the staff.

This is exactly where the hesitation lies.

One could hope that Kesong and Xiaole would spot the problem from afar, or that Lindon, who had already settled things over there, would come over himself.

The latter was almost instantly realized.

This is also the second half of that scene, being straightforward

Quite straightforward.

Lindon appeared in the form of a demon, carrying an exaggerated airflow.

He flew over at full speed.

Silver wings unfurled freely, the low‑passing wing edge like a swift blade, easily cutting off the ankle of Texas's stone statue on that side, and the speed increased further, with black or white flame streams pouring from the gaps in his scale armor behind.

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He turned into a silver‑black shadow crashing into the battlefield's center, giving her no time to be surprised.

Even Kesong and the Capable Angel on the periphery had no time to exclaim.

Next, he seized the opportunity he had prepared for Texas and rushed into the time‑dilation zone.

He went past the staff, punched the criminal into the air, and the sharp, fierce tail behind him directly pierced the opponent's chest, pulling out from behind a heart full of metal traces yet entwined with magical patterns.

Then he asked: 'What are you waiting for?'

That voice was calm and low‑deep, with a hint of authority.

Moreover, as he spoke, his tail lightly flicked, causing the corpse to plop to the ground.

Although it was a corpse, it was still twitching.

Noticing this, the demon raised a finger, and dark‑gold current gathered at the sharp fingertip and shot out.

It passed through the corpse's chest cavity, yet electric snakes flickered, spreading over the body, causing several spots on the corpse to emit crisp cracking sounds.

This directly overloaded the opponent's entire prosthetic body, ensuring complete death……something the fallen angel with ample combat experience in this world and the approaching wolf woman nearby could understand.

He was very professional and also very steady.

This also made the two people present fall somewhat silent.

Only the intelligent magic staff clattering to the ground behind him broke the stillness, and the demon reverted to human form.

The approaching Capable Angel also clicked her tongue in wonder at the client's undamaged transformation outfit, curious about the principle behind it.

Then a Bread Person also asked the temporary boss about his well‑being, turned back to look at the corpse, and his eyes gleamed with the light of money.

And earlier, the one who had been staring at the corpse, and even more at Texas watching Aomo, gave her a glance.

"If this person enters the core, she has no objection for now."

The wolf woman who had seen the demon's action cast an approval vote.

Thus at this moment, Mositima casually remarked: 'Speaking of this, we were wondering back then whether Lindon really was just as the data said, having only become a mercenary this month?'

He showed none of the appearance of a novice or rookie; his pale eyes, surrounded by black flames, constantly held an inspecting gaze, prompting Texas to whisper that he resembled Lavinia a bit.

Thus she, like himself, decided to observe further later.

Lavinia is a judge; Mositima, not being familiar with her, only vaguely recalled that she was likewise registered as a Rhode Island staff member, but remained in that Terra.

However, Texas actually being able to sense that feeling from the demon's gaze……Mositima thought that if the one hearing this were the Capable Angel, she would probably tell Texas to rest more.

As for herself, she tentatively took it into consideration and acknowledged that Texas's feeling might not be wrong.

All along she has been evaluating him, while he has been scrutinizing her.

"I believe my life is sufficiently transparent, with little room for fabrication."

After experiencing the police station, facing such questioning again, Aomo also became much calmer.

Of course, the main reason is that this was merely posed as a casual‑tone question; although it carried some probing, it wasn't condescending.

Aomo can fully understand that.

When your abnormality is too natural, others will think you're utterly bizarre.

"Indeed." Mositima smiled and nodded, yet a ringtone suddenly sounded from her body, lacking distinctiveness, even being the phone's default ringtone, completely unlike a choice a young woman would make.

"It's Kesong; her looking for me is really rare."

Having picked up her phone and glanced at the note, Mositima told him she seemed not in a hurry to answer.

"Perhaps it's that I finally finished being busy and came to my senses, realizing I still hadn't contacted her," Aomo said helplessly, understanding her reason for not answering the phone, "or perhaps I made her wait anxiously."

He hasn't yet gone to mention the case information that should have been shared to that ox‑horn girl.

And after he finished speaking, Mositim picked up the phone and openly turned on the speakerphone:

"Hello? Mositim, are you at Aomo's boss's place? Or have you already split up? I found I can't get through to his phone, hello, are you listening?"

"... Help me ask her." Aomo fiddled with the light screen, pulling up the top pop‑up display.

"My terminal assistant warns that three nuisance calls were automatically rejected; they were labeled as ads and scams. Is this normal?"