Chapter 172

Damn, is fighting gangs and companies really related to being a trainer?

Afternoon sunlight is always scorching, yet in the forest where spirits manifest it's always damp and cold; Aomo, who was descending the mountain, seriously doubted that this temperature difference would give every visitor a cold.

But thinking about it, the gods are indifferent, and he also doesn't know how many people at this academy are aware of the fact that the chief of the three goddesses resides permanently behind the mountain.

So only she counts as a shut‑in, I guess……

Aomo thought that his second visit was merely seeing the life traces of Gaoduofen Alabo and Baiyeer Tu'erqi, while the gods had already left; he felt somewhat lamenting his bad luck.

As for the pressure of communicating with the gods, especially with mind‑readers, that's another matter.

If the harvest is sufficient, it's not unacceptable.

But regrettably, that's exactly the point.

Although I learned and confirmed the goddess's attitude, it is not the ideal result.

Although Aomo always thinks of the worst possibility, when it comes to choosing, he still hopes reality can be easier.

For example, if the goddesses were furious about this and personally inflicted divine punishment— the three goddesses, as the three pillars of the horse‑girls, still hold considerable status and power to this day, so taking action is not impossible.

But they obviously aren't in a hurry, or perhaps they can't be.

On the contrary, Dali Alabo firmly kicked the balloon for himself.

As for the three horse‑girl goddesses, not encouraging trainers to properly raise their horse girls is one thing, but making trainers deal with gangs and suspicious companies…… everything just feels wrong.

But it also seems like there's no problem.

After all, this indeed concerns the safety of the horse girls.

But this shouldn't be the association's responsibility?! Entrusting it to trainers is just like you three goddesses not intending to make a big fuss, wanting to lend Zhouri Ningjing a helping hand.

She really said: "That guy Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan's gaze……" right?

His smooth hiring was orchestrated single‑handedly by the chairman, but this form of address feels somewhat familiar, leading him to naturally speculate about their relationship, and then to think that perhaps it's also the chairman's attitude.

Then, from that speculation, he realized that even now no disciplinary committee member has come to arrest him, and there has been no formal invitation from the Ludaofu Xiangzheng contact method.

Is the chairman willing to help me cover up because of pure appreciation, or has he already taken Zhouri Ningjing's considerations into account?

Thinking back to when Zhouri Ningjing mentioned not wanting to cause trouble for Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan the chairman, Aomo realized that these inconveniences in gathering information, the horse girls shrouded in mystery, mostly have some hard‑to‑reach intersections.

Such past events require a special 'key' to unlock, and all he has now is a single badge.

A trainer's badge worn on the chest can only elicit greetings from colleagues and the awe of the horse girls.

Naturally, that sense of awe has nothing to do with the badge.

Aomo no longer cares how far his reputation has spread; he merely confirmed that the three goddesses don't provide direct help, and thought this is good news for Zhouri Ningjing, and from the commission perspective it's also good news for himself.

Work can continue, except that divine punishment is unrealistic.

However, one could also say it's 'by the gods' command', although a demon bearing that title would probably not be believed by anyone.

"What else have you got on you?"

Well, maybe someone will still believe it.

He had already returned from the back mountain to the training field, where quite a few horse girls would greet Aomo, and there was also 'Script No. 1' approaching with a slight frown.

Chengtian Bairen, although she herself noticed nothing, could detect an abnormality through the shadow's feedback, which was far more uneasy than usual.

"I went to visit the manufacturer of the amulet, and then I became a divine agent."

"Is there really such a manga‑like development?" — that tone, like 'Script No. 2', usually means disbelief.

Qianming representative came running with a cheerful stride, her sportswear specked with grass clippings, and the sides of her shoes were soaked with the 'evidence' of trampling the track.

"There's no conflict like in the manga."

"Then isn't that boring?"

"This is so we have something to talk about later."

"Such a troublesome cultivation?"

"Yes, it's that troublesome cultivation."

Qianming representative and Aomo, who was approaching the track fence, chatted back and forth about Chengtian Bairen; listening, it basically sounded like two topics of conversation. Compared to this eerie harmony, she cared more about Aomo's earlier mention of 'divine agent'.

Thinking about the effect of the amulet, and then wondering where such a thing comes from, she completely believed Aomo's words.

"That… what exactly did the manufacturer say?"

He wanted to ask the deity directly, but after a moment of silence he turned to the manufacturer instead; Chengtian Bairen really didn't want to further provoke Qianming's senior sister's casual interest.

Although upon reflection one would realize this is due to Qianming representative's 'spur‑of‑the‑moment' impulse.

That shadow related to Dazhenhan, no matter how you think about it, makes her somewhat uneasy; she has already made up her mind to go back to the student council to check the data processed by the older sister.

Before that, she still needs to try not to arouse the interest of this senior.

"He didn't say anything specific, leaving it up to us to handle."

Aomo smiled subtly, then looked toward the field where Ailisuzhi was still running, and glanced over at Meipu Bo Fang, who was dragging heavy tires nearby for strength training.

"How are those two?" he asked, and so Script One and Two began reporting their progress.

To find the commissioned clues, to monitor the training results, that is the work of a mercenary trainer.

Moreover, compared to his clue-searching, which is as tangled as electrical wires, the investigation progress is even more numerous and chaotic.

The horse girls' training results are always evident and ideal, able to slightly alleviate the gloom.

After all, this training can continue; as long as no unexpected situation occurs, it's still far from the point where not advancing means retreating.

Ailisuzhi is still in rehab, and there is as yet no bottleneck.

Meipu Bo Fang's bottleneck is actually evident, lying in skill and talent. In response, Aomo did have a training plan formulated in the training schedule that would let Qianming's representative be pleasantly surprised.

Things like needing to use the source-energy training field are more like combat training than mere running.

But that's not today either.

"Compared to Little Bo Fang's speed, which shows little progress, I feel her way of speaking has improved noticeably! I might even unexpectedly have a talent for teaching!"

The proud, chest-out Qianming representative might be suited for a bottle of magic potion that makes the nose grow.

Previously, from the side, within the slight contempt in Chengtian Bai Ren's cold gaze, Aomo read such an emotion.

But it also seemed not entirely false, after all, a few minutes later Aomo saw that the Meipu Bo Fang, with its embedded alloy framework and heavy transport wheels, approached, and his greeting wasn't: "Confirm master, judge scene: greet," but rather:

"Welcome back, master."

"I'm back, but it looks like you guys are about to finish up here."

"Finally finished? This time I ran fast for a full two seconds, Tunshu Jun!"

"But you're still at least 5 seconds off the ideal speed! Ailisuzhi!"

"... Take it slow, Bai Ren." Seeing Suzi's gaze turn dangerous, Aomo still tried to smooth things over, lest the next day Bai Ren's eyes glow, or Suzi be pulled by shadows.

Thinking this way, I feel that the dangerous aura represented by Qianming isn't quite enough around me, but it's also a top-notch trouble.

Each sentence seemed like a master feigning ignorance, letting him feel, from an analytical perspective, the sensation of encountering a worthy opponent.

Everything should have a reason; regarding the doubts about Qianming, Aomo's most supported guess is obviously related to Zhouri Ningjing.

As long as one considers that Zhouri Ningjing's actions this time are somewhat self-interested, and then considers her possible other gray identities… whether Qianming this time is friend or foe, Aomo can't really say.

Simply put, instead of exposing it, he decided to test.

"Suzi, although I feel really sorry, but can you tell me the previous results now?"

?

Facing Suzi's dangerous raised eyebrow, Aomo calmly pointed out the core of the statement:

"That is, mental data."

Hearing this unfamiliar term, Chengtian Bai Ren averted his gaze; Qianming, as always, remained quite curious, and Meipu Bo Fang showed no reaction.

Nobody is out of character, yet everyone can be out of character.