Chapter 303

NO. 65: Witch Beast: A Bit Creepy

Lei Miu An……Lei Miu…Xiao Le……

Lei Miu Le?

Ability Angel's family?

As for hair color, it really is not at all alike.

Aomo looked anew at the Saketa girl before him, suppressing his inner complaints, merely showing a faint smile as he greeted:

"If we're talking about taking care, it should actually be the other way around."

"Your sister, as my senior at Penguin Logistics, really helped a lot with her enthusiasm and energy."

"If that's the case, I feel relieved as well."

The Ability Angel obviously had a lot to say to her sister; although she hadn't introduced herself, Lei Miu An wasn't surprised by Aomo's smooth reply, merely nodding slightly before her gaze fell on the Horse Girl beside Aomo.

"So the service you wish to handle, could it be related to this lady?"

"Did you notice anything?"

"No, just an unconscious guess," the Sakota girl smiled openly; compared to her overly active sister, she seemed much more demure, "I lean toward command rather than purification in my study of divine arts here."

Aomo nodded, not disappointed: "Then please confirm the procedure for me; I made a reservation two days ago, for ten o'clock sharp in the morning."

"Please wait a moment," Lei Miuan said, raising her hand to call up the office terminal placed before her; with practiced keystrokes, a result soon appeared.

"Is this a soul detection and purification reservation made under the firm's name?" she confirmed.

"Yes." Aomo gave a slight nod.

For such medical-level services, the firm's registration channel offers a small discount on fees.

A certain demon who struggles to make ends meet has not lost the wisdom of daily life despite frequent busyness and battle.

"Then please wait a moment; have a seat on the sofa beside you, and let me brew a cup of hot tea for both of you."

"Okay, thank you for the trouble."

Politeness aside, as a customer there's really no need to refuse service from the staff.

Even if Aomo himself didn't expect the hot tea here, considering Bo Pang was also present, he had no reason to make them stand there as punishment.

After leading Bo Pang to sit on the adjacent sofa, Aomo's gaze also wandered around the office, subconsciously "reading" the traces here.

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The Blessed Gospel Class obviously, while its name exudes divine dignity, its main style is people‑centered; this can be seen from the sofa placed at the reception.

After all, for staff with rich office experience, there is a special practice called "no extra seating."

If you want to get things done quickly and satisfactorily, don't place chairs for others to rest in the office.

Not to mention those disposable cups—

—they only convey a message that one can stay for a long time.

Lei Miuan obviously doesn't care about this, or perhaps because the single‑office treatment gives her both quiet and boredom.

Lei Miuan is generally eager to communicate; although the wheelchair and expectations gave her a quiet first impression, Aomo could fully see a familiar restlessness in her gaze.

That is a curiosity; her sister never hides it, while she merely put up a wooden fence as a tentative barrier.

But for an angel girl who mounts a pump‑action shotgun on the side of her wheelchair, a wooden fence is rather flimsy.

Aomo subtly withdrew his gaze from the girl's wheelchair, then looked toward the wall behind her original seat, where a bolt‑action sniper rifle hung—looking immensely heavy and full of mechanical feel.

This fits very well with his imagination of Latran based on the information he has gathered so far.

"Do you prefer green tea or black tea?"

"Green tea, thank you."

The sudden question made Aomo turn his head, and in the process he stopped Bo Pang, who had been about to rise to help.

The service of a wheelchair‑bound girl really tugs at the heartstrings; even a stoic cyber horse‑girl can't help but feel moved, but…

This premise also requires that the other party truly be that kind of disadvantaged group.

"And the horse‑girl miss?"

"Same as master."

"Oh!" Leymian, still turning the tea leaves, snapped her head back at the words; the wooden fence of her curiosity shattered in that utterance.

But Aomo's response, for the most part, is the sort she imagined that lacks the most fun:

"The subtly mechanical way of speaking and addressing is precisely one of the key points I view as abnormal and seek to correct; besides that, there is also an unfounded negative impact on mechanical products."

"Huh? Is it okay to say this kind of thing to the counter?"

"Aren't you the friend's sister? But you're not stationed here permanently, are you?"

"Yeah, the work ID even says temporary duty; I actually don't stay here often, nor even in this world."

Watching the tea leaves tumble in the boiling water, Lei Miuan glanced back at Aomo, then at Mei Pu Bo Pang, who seemed to have chosen silent standby because a trainer was speaking.

Instead, she smiled, feeling it was rather like an elder bringing along a shy child.

"Xiao Le said that in Penguin Logistics there's a colleague who resembles Miss Croissant but is more interesting, a Sakaz; Mosstima also said he helped the Emperor recruit a rather interesting demon, clearly a mercenary yet serving as a trainer in Trissen."

"But I really didn't expect to meet you today." She said, handing over two cups of green tea.

"Please enjoy."

"Thank you." "Thank you."

Their calm voices echoed in unison as they thanked; it's unclear whether the trainer influenced the horse‑girl or the horse‑girl influenced the trainer.

"Indeed, it's a truly rare connection, especially considering you don't often stay here."

Gazing at the floating tea leaves in the disposable cup, Aomo lifted the cup and took a slight sip.

"Good tea."

Although his tone wasn't strong, it was sincere praise, and it also made Lei Miuan, sitting opposite in her wheelchair, smile and say: "Right? Those artificial angels of the Gospel Class cultivated in the backyard nursery are one of the reasons I'm willing to sit here,"

However, I still thought you would choose black tea.

Huh? Aomo pondered briefly, then said, "Because of the coupons?"

Yeah, Xiao Le likes to talk about the penguin logistics matter, and also mentioned that you directly took over several coupon categories for Miss Croissant in the channel.

That was actually prepared for another horse girl; she has an extreme fondness for black tea.

She even extremely prefers the pricey Sabaragamuwa and Qimen teas; without coupons, Aomo really doesn't want to buy.

That remark made the on-duty cyber horse girl turn her head and ask: "What is master's attitude each time he drinks Suzi team member's black tea?"

Not only Le Muyan, but Bourbon also found it surprising that Aomo doesn't like black tea; after all, he never showed any resistance or dissatisfaction when drinking Chazuo's black tea.

Only Chazuo, who is also a coffee party member, would show a subtle glance, then turn back and silently grind coffee beans.

It's not exactly unacceptable, just keep it quiet, Bourbon.

Suzi still thought Aomo appreciated her delicious black tea, which is why he had considerable tolerance for possible poisoning.

Yes, master.

Good child.

After taking another sip of tea, Aomo once again turned his gaze to Miss Le Muyan.

The latter was also brewing a cup of tea for herself, then without making any other move, her wheelchair carried her closer again.

Miss Le Muyan, how's your relationship with Mostima?

We used to be old classmates, then old teammates, then old superiors; now… this position rank is really hard to define," she blew on the tea leaves in her ceramic cup, then took a sip, "How come? Do you want to find out about her from me?"

I'm somewhat curious about her staff.

That answer made the feigned frivolous pink-haired wheelchair person stare, then she subtly said: "…Although somewhat unexpected, it also seems reasonable."

I believe they also told you about my intersections with monsters.

But Satan isn't really a monster," Le Muyan gave a helpless laugh, "or do you also consider it a monster?

There's no problem with that, as long as they have sufficiently huge physiques and a 'beast'-like heart.

Beast… then perhaps she does count as one," the girl raised her hand to rub her chin, "but if you're interested in monsters, you should look for Miss Nian and her group rather than Mostima.

I came from my homeland via the Rhodes Island garrison, and I've also met those few several times; their very existence fully matches your definition of monsters.

I do have the intention to visit, just no time for now.

Quite frank, I also understand why Mostima would mention you.

Le Muyue, who took in Aomo's perpetually unenthusiastic demeanor, felt somewhat helpless: "Won't you feel awkward getting along with her?"

On the contrary, I find it rather easygoing.

Also, the premise of same-sex repulsion also requires both sides to be able to have a relatively intense conflict.

She accepted this fact.

As for you two, the biggest problem is probably when eating and ordering dishes, everyone shouts 'whatever'.

That won't happen; I haven't gotten that casual yet." Aomo shook his head.

As for opinions on eating and ordering, there's always some.

This is the confidence one should have when cooking for five people including oneself!

But speaking of getting along, won't Miss Le Muyan feel awkward?

Awkward about what?

Here, the empathic ability of you Latran people probably has little room to play," Aomo turned his head to glance at some cultivators, angels, and even knights passing by outside the door.

The flow of people here has always been quite large; there are always people moving outside the door, but no one comes this way.

Among the several departments here, the purification department is obviously not busy enough.

Probably because the formal hospital 'took' away many customers.

But whether it's customers or those staff, even if they wear halos, they might not be able to empathically connect with angels like Le Muyue.

The Salcota, an otherworldly angel race, possesses an aura of empathic resonance akin to a 'holy kara,' unable to transmit memories but able to share emotional information.

This kind of communication, deeper than words, can make the Salcota's gathering place as carefree as a paradise, yet it also becomes a hindrance when Salcota interacts with other races.

—After becoming accustomed to empathy, when going to places of other groups where empathy is impossible, these 'angels' will somewhat appear as having 'low EQ' or being 'neurotic'.

Those Salcota assigned to guard this world also have some experience in this regard, and didn't I say I wouldn't stay here long?" Le Muyan smiled.

Not many staff from the Papal Court are permanently stationed here, which also helps adjust one's mindset, and you're mistaken about one thing: there are also quite a few colleagues in the Gospel of Divine Blessings class who can achieve empathy.

Huh?

One shouldn't underestimate the possibilities of another world; there are indeed quite a few transmigrants here, even pure energy-bodied angels, and there are also digital beasts like the ones hiding in your terminal's light screen.

Can you see the witch beast?

It's just that the office terminal keeps showing nearby abnormal data units; this situation usually indicates digital life.

This could be called the wisdom of civil servants.

So can she come out to say hello? I actually want to greet her.

I'm afraid not; she's very averse to the Gospel of Divine Blessings class here.

I heard colleagues from the sanctuary say that the holy light coverage here is already at its faintest level; even pure-blooded demons wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

Of course, I can prove this, but this is largely an atmospheric issue.