Chapter 294: NO. 56: Knowing full well that this must be done personally

NO. 56: Knowing full well that this must be done personally

The office desk surface stained with ink arcs, fingers with residual ink marks, and……

Aomo lowered his head, looking at the pen fragments on the floor; the nib piece happened to be near the entrance.

That merely slightly curved nib stubbornly pointed at Aomo, like a spear tip defending against an invader.

This was unnecessary, Aomo thought.

Although he indeed intended to 'probe others' family secrets', he thought Miss Ludaofu's information network wouldn't go so far as to set up such a heavenly net and earthly trap.

It should just be a coincidence—he had intended to think so, but the moment their eyes met, he also sensed a fluctuation in the other's gaze.

Such fluctuation isn't strange; when you're alone working in the office and someone suddenly comes to visit, upon seeing their identity you usually show some change in expression and gaze.

But now he faced the Emperor of Tressen, whose expression showed no change, not even a micro‑expression; such fine control need not have been honed in the student council, it seems more like something cultivated within the family.

Family… yes, family.

He thought.

Thinking that if the other could guarantee not revealing the slightest flaw on the face, how could they reveal a flaw in the eyes.

Is this dullness from staying too long at the academy, or have I indeed given her enough stimulation?

Stimulation—this stimulation linked to the premise of family, he then recalled the other's admonition before the training field.

At that time he couldn't tell who stood before him, but after seeing Qianming he knew it was Luna.

Not the emperor, not the chairperson, not the Ludaofu Symbol, but a child before becoming the Ludaofu Symbol.

At this moment, Luna is also wavering.

And before this, the abnormality here……

Aomo lowered his head, crouched, and picked up that small fragment of the pen shaft attached to the nib.

The unusual texture of the pen shaft looks like stone, or more precisely……

He examined the gray‑white rock, noticing that the fracture was mixed with tiny, regularly alternating light‑and‑dark grains.

From this he could draw the conclusion:

Granite.

And it is granitic plagioclase with twinned grains, discussed in alchemical chemistry, hardness 6‑7, a fairly hard stone.

A pen shaft made of this material is sturdy enough; crushing it would require astonishing grip strength, even for a horse girl, a Triple Crown horse girl……

Aomo fell silent for a moment, then quietly tapped the light screen.

Like Qianming's representative ignoring private mode to directly peek at the screen, that skill is obviously rare; a trainer could openly strike in midair before the chairperson, but that would be too conspicuous.

Dragging the light screen downward, while cleaning up the floor he could just type the words out; it wasn't much trouble.

Yuehuanshe: 【Can Miss Ludaofu easily snap a granite‑bodied pen by hand daily? Without using source energy, without much effort?】1min

MR. CB: 【Not using source energy isn't impossible, but if you don't exert much force, it's still pretty bold, isn't it? Luna she】

Yuehuanshe: 【Okay, see you later】

Triple Crown horse girls have physiques superior to ordinary horse girls, but many also differ in focus; this information isn't in public data, Aomo doesn't know either, let alone the Ludaofu Symbol's extraordinary record.

The Eight Crown King's record can only be matched by the good opera where that person serves as theater director and lead in the Jiemen South District Theater.

Emperor and Hegemon, existing in past and present, one believes someone will always hope for their reunion in the Dream Cup, even if they know the possibility is extremely low.

Beast fighters likewise wouldn't bother with all that.

"Is it okay to leave it here?"

Even the nib is bent, the joint between grip and shaft completely shattered; even thrifty Aomo feels there's really nothing left to recycle.

"... It's fine, thank you." While ostensibly collecting documents and wiping the desk, the somewhat distracted Ludaofu Symbol replied half a beat late.

This is of course different for the Emperor, but Aomo pretended not to notice; after finishing tidying up, he took a small pack of tissues from his briefcase, wiped his fingers, and said:

"You're welcome, but Miss Ludaofu, I actually came to visit this time with a request."

He said this, and also handed over two sheets of tissue to the Ludaofu Symbol, even though the student council's desks already have their own tissue boxes.

"Thank you." She remained polite, but her reaction was already swift enough; she took the two tissue boxes and wiped away the last specks of black.

After all, it's just the carbon ink held in the pen's ink sac; although spatial expansion tech is quite advanced these days, and some people modify ink capacity for special effects, her pen clearly lacks such an added function that would complicate matters now.

"So what do you want to say?"

Her wiping went to the end, but without water it ultimately couldn't be cleaned completely.

A layer of faint black stain spread over the red‑wood desk, like a sheer veil.

Regarding this, Aomo asked whether the cup on the nearby shelf could be used.

There sat a row of cups there.

The bright yellow cup printed with HaChiMi mostly belongs to the Eastern Sea Emperor.

The pure black cup perhaps comes from Chengtian BaiRen.

The milky‑white mug likely belongs to Pipa Chen Guang.

And the tea cup directly printed with Air obviously comes from AirGroove.

Moreover, the jade‑green cup bearing CB‑gilded characters obviously belongs to someone.

Besides that, there were several other cup markings; Aomo chose merely the one at the far corner, which even had a few chips, its dusty appearance suggesting it had been ownerless for a long time.

The Ludaofu Symbol had no objection, a fleeting nostalgic glance, merely suggesting he first take it to the sink to wash.

She probably thought Aomo was preparing to sit down for a chat and was fetching a cup for water.

But he merely took the cup and guided magic to conjure the condensing water flow, then froze the wastewater into a lump, tossed the ice chunk aside into the trash, and summoned water again to fill the cup placed before the desk.

"Adding water makes it count as clean." He said this, gazing at the silent Ludaofu Symbol.

When misunderstanding the other, people generally feel embarrassed, and horse girls are no exception.

But this chestnut‑haired horse girl evidently thought of something; looking at the water cup, then at Aomo, her gaze and tone were calm: "What do you come to ask? Symbolist?"

The emperor's side has already returned, so even his questioning is straight to the point, beyond doubt.

It even made the vampire on the screen hold its breath—the witch beast had left, but Morisen was still there.

But his ability in this area still falls short of the adopted son's; he's always just a spectator, tasked with creating the tense atmosphere.

"Strictly speaking, it's Mr. Yuechi Symbol—your uncle." Aomo, however, showed no sign of tension; he watched the side profile of the chairman wiping the table with a damp cloth, and hadn't even thought of stepping in to help.

But in this atmosphere, one still shouldn't appear overly enthusiastic, or else it won't seem normal.

I and two horse girls were unexpectedly attacked at an exhibition; the perpetrators involved identified that gentleman as the mastermind behind it.

"..." The hand wiping the table paused; whether it was "the two horse girls" or "the perpetrators' identification," it made her turn her head.

This was indeed something she didn't know, almost making her brows knit; under the backlight, only a grim solemnity remained.

After a moment's thought, when she looked at Aomo again, her gaze softened slightly, as if an alarm had been lifted.

"You want to verify the truth from me?"

"Exactly."

"I'll look into it; if it's true, I'll punish him. Don't act rashly for now," she said, with her usual, self-evident confidence of bearing everything, "Do you still remember my warning to you?"

"I thought that was a warning."

"For her, it indeed counts as a warning."

"Her?" Aomo subtly eyed the woman who had split himself in two with that remark, "I think a person's spirituality doesn't need to be divided so much."

"That's not important," the emperor frowned, his impatient demeanor far more imposing than Zhouri Ningjing's solemnity, "To me, that's a warning. I can take responsibility for the justice you seek, but you cannot personally involve yourself in this matter—for your safety."

"Those two criminals were dealt with by me."

"..." Among the violet youths, there was some surprise.

"So I think I've already been involved; at least, if that truly is Mr. Yuechi Symbol's achievement, then I at least have entered his field of vision."

"In that case, coming to me is like going all-in?"

"I want to confirm a piece of the puzzle," Aomo said, his finger tapping the terminal screen, switching from private to public, displaying the organized employee testimonies of Yuger Company on it, "This is the part of the investigation that I and Qianming have already completed..."

"Qianming?"

"That's not important," the same words spoken by Aomo carry an unquestionable air of indifference, "First look at this part of the testimony; there is evidence that he sponsored and funded monster experiments, and I also believe he has sponsorship in other fields. Your Symbol family has always focused on horse racing, so you probably know little about the monster industry chain."

"Wait a moment, how does your information up there even include what Mr. Yuechi Symbol ate last week?"

"This is one of the news items about the chairman of Yuechi Logistics in the business report; I personally think a person's food preferences can also convey a lot of information."

"What about his going to play golf? Is that also in the report?"

"This is his tweet; a member of the Symbol family who doesn't like using Umastagram truly makes one doubt his mental state, right? Especially since he's playing golf."

"What does this have to do with playing golf? I suspect you're illegally gathering information."

"No, just using tools to collect interesting content from public websites, outsourcing to others to filter out valid data, then combining and splicing those myself to obtain valid data."

Aomo wore an expression of integrity and earnestness.

"So, Your Majesty the Emperor, could you first not think of removing me? I came to see you today; regardless of whether he believes you'll help me, he will test me."

"How did you manage to pique my grandmother's interest and yet provoke my uncle, who has no interest in horse girls at all?" The emperor silently regarded the young man whose forehead bore a white crescent moon just like his own.

She admitted that the other's gaze was indeed exceptionally sharp, especially when he recounted the events to her; his eyes hid a flickering red light, looking extremely dangerous, making her somewhat doubt her judgment from the past two days.

Perhaps she indeed saw the Linton trainer as a little white rabbit; setting aside actual combat threat, this energy and train of thought probably really could put that uncle in jail.

Although perhaps he'll soon be removed again.

But she must admit that the other is indeed quite different from the trainers she has known before.

Compared to that 65-point test paper, his ability in this area could earn a perfect score.

Percent system.

"Maybe this is the attraction; I was merely invited to attend a Magic Staff exhibition, and suddenly there was an opportunity for monsters to set off fireworks for everyone—but leaving that aside, right now I want to confirm your attitude toward that uncle."

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I have little to do with him."

"Could toppling him increase your influence in the Symbol family?"

"? What? Why do you care about this?"

"Add some water to wipe it clean," Aomo suddenly said a line he'd said before, "You didn't understand that, did you?"

【New chapter updates delayed problem, finally found a solution on apps that can switch sources; download huanyuanapp here to switch sources, and also check the latest chapters of this book on multiple sites.】

Impure water can be poured out, making space for clean water to try to wipe something clean.