Chapter 244: with translation of chapter title

NO．6：Very fragrant sheepskin scroll

【Training Log: 612, 6/29, sunny

Horse Girl Meipuhuobang: Confirm its 'curse' nature, psychological factors when using electrical equipment cause source energy to lose control.

Strengthen skill training.

Note: Under mental tension, one is actually more prone to having attention guided, increasing the proportion of cultivation in focus.

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Horse Girl Manchester Chazuo: Focus on planning of corner training, training of final kick burst.

Note: The hindering-nature source energy aptitude is very high.

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Horse Girl Ailisuzhi: Adjust the proportion of endurance training, consider forcing it to follow the morning training segment of Bubang.

Note: Cornering is very talented, can serve as an example for Chazuo training】

The young man tapped on different note pages; after finishing the record, he flipped through the previous records again, looking rather headache, to the point of raising his hand to his forehead.

Pay attention, this is a rookie trainer who, while needing to train three horse girls simultaneously and make up for weaknesses and even defects—his expression changes. jpg

Even training and making up haven't started yet; this is merely summarizing the problem.

But given his energy, it's obvious that he would spend late-night time on these documents.

But why would it be late night?

As a mercenary, he currently has no commissions to handle.

As a trainer, his work is undoubtedly the content on that screen.

Besides that, what else does he have that can override the corrections of the training plan?

That naturally is the phone call during the day.

Because of that phone call, Aomo had to sacrifice his night time that could be freely disposed of, and alone again reached the Hei'an area of Jiemen District's foreign region, such a murky place.

【Attention passengers, the Diao Sculpture Impression Station has arrived】

Such notification sound echoed, causing Aomo to lower his hand, stand up, and walk down towards the automatically opening door.

Perhaps it fits the saying 'criminals will eventually return to the scene of their crime to admire their masterpiece', the meeting place given by that 'merchant' Mr. is not far from that Diao Sculpture Impression Hall.

Not riding a motorcycle, but taking a bus and then walking, Aomo.

Even just lifting his head, he could see the distant art museum, while beside him were the isolation boards common at construction sites.

Of course, the isolation boards are unrelated to yesterday's incident.

Yesterday's all destruction took place within the alienation barrier; reality was not hindered; the construction here is the building prepared by the original development plan.

The Hei'an Diao Sculpture Hall originally lies in a relatively peripheral area of the art special zone, and Aomo's position is even more peripheral within that periphery.

Here one can see weeds overgrown, neglected long slopes, and also see flickering streetlights struggling in faulty circuits.

At such times, Aomo can slap that pole, injecting the voltage amplification achievable through basic thunder law without needing the Airei King card assistance, making it briefly stable.

But what meaning does that have?

Faulty circuits won't be repaired; here there are many such streetlights neglected, causing darkness to grow silently.

Hei'an has many such places.

Wealth has never reached here, prosperity has never shone here; even that brightly lit grand venue, its light cannot reach here.

Only half-bright night lamps hang by the roadside, adding a touch of soil for supernatural story development to this already dark area.

But fortunately, this is not the endpoint, merely the road to the endpoint.

Then where is the endpoint?

Aomo glanced at the navigation on the electronic map, turned his head toward the old building cluster that deviated too much from the direction of the Diao Sculpture Hall, where faint noises of chaotic voices could be heard.

Such an endpoint reminded him of the place he went to not long ago when investigating negative energy monsters.

Similarly dilapidated, carrying the shadows of decay and age.

Also similarly, there will be various gangs gathering.

He certainly wouldn't like such a place, but it is indeed a suitable place to hide criminals.

"Next I'll turn off the device, okay?" he whispered.

"Caution is fine, just send back a memory data later," the communication from the screen marked as Executor came back with this response: "Morrison, you too, even if you're silenced by the foster child and the screen is closed so you see nothing, you still need to report to the Security Bureau."

"Damn it, what gives you the right to assume I'll definitely be silenced and blinded by that brat!"

The electronic vampire complained indignantly, but obviously lacked the guts to go over the netline to fight that Executor.

However, their tone carried a bit of the casualness of acquaintances; Aomo had no comment on this.

He simply immediately muted Morrison, then asked the Executor:

"Have you notified Rhodes Island side?"

"Before confirming the true neutrality of Gui Yuan Zhi Tang, Rhodes Island's right to know is only reflected in obtaining the whereabouts of Kinsley. Mu'er."

"That is to say, I still might chat with him and get kicked over by several operators."

"Volunteering should at least have some skill of one's own."

"Although that's the reasoning, but this kind of saying……" Aomo raised the volume of Morrison. exe's synthesizer, dragged the Executor's call icon onto the electronic vampire's icon, and said coldly:

"Morrison, curse him!"

"You mother's little brat!"

Oops, Tuomagezi backlashed.

Kinsley. Mu'er, is an elf.

Also a merchant elf.

Also an elf who doesn't care about meat vs vegetarian diet.

He is also an elf who enjoys staying in the steel jungle.

In his eighty-six years of life, he has constantly faced ethnic prejudice, and also witnessed the so-called shifts between tradition and anti-tradition, but there is no doubt that he is passionate about a kind of free creativity.

Flexible thinking and free value standards are necessary qualities for a merchant, and they are also what he takes pride in.

Thanks to this, he can always make a comeback.

Thanks to this, he also often ends up in dead ends.

When walking on a set path, he always wants to blaze a new road; if his luck is bad, it becomes a dead end.

But his attitude toward this is very open-minded:

As long as it doesn't lead to death, there is always a chance to recover.

Just like yesterday, he considered it a failed attempt; fortunately, companions from Gui Yuan Zhi Tang rescued him, so he still had a chance to recover.

He also has reserves for restarting business; at the same time, the mercenary named Aomo Lindun let him see new value.

Just the compatibility of that extraordinary monster card is enough for a 'merchant' to view it as a valuable commodity, let alone the fact that he also demonstrated further value—namely, its performance on the actual battlefield.

Jinsili has never considered himself a warrior, but that mercenary possesses the qualities of a warrior.

Of course, more importantly, he still holds his own wealth in his hand.

It's no big deal if others profit from him; as long as he can find a way to make the other party create more value, that's enough—holding this thought, he will certainly not let the other party go!

As for concrete measures, he not only accepted the task of probing and inviting the other party to join Gui Yuan Zhi Tang, but also plans to directly cooperate with them.

He believes the other party will accept.

A mercenary, young, wielding monster power that makes people quite emotional, and just started his business—

—he has no reason to reject the generous terms he himself proposed.

So, when in the evening the other party called, gave a definite answer and asked whether they wanted to meet, he also gave a straightforward reply.

Meet?

Of course we must meet!

Compared to online agreements, a written contract with source-energy enforceability truly puts him at ease.

This is also the only tradition he shows as an elf.

Such a contract is now placed on his desk, still stained with some oil and scallions.

This is the meeting place he reported.

A roadside barbecue stall on a bustling city street.