Chapter 307

NO．69：If you keep this up, I'll bring the horse girl to your house to eat.

Although the creative motives of this Purification Department c-group are questionable, Aomo is only half human, so he still signed the contract.

Who made the recent financial statements look so bleak?

He urgently needed an income to soothe his uneasy heart, which would plunge off a cliff if he retreated another ten kilometers.

Moreover, the expenses of the Purification Department's own 'Fate Surgery' are not low either.

Although merely removing the 'Electrical Killer' tag, which doesn't seem strongly tied to his racing career, the processing fee for such fate manipulation is already high at base price.

Of course, the knight acting as chief surgeon was unexpectedly understanding of human feelings.

He proactively offered a membership service for old customers to choose from, with a 20% discount, which might earn the mercenary Aomo Lindun's wholehearted effort, or perhaps a recommendation from Lindun the trainer's colleagues.

After all, among horse girls, it's not just Meipu Bohan who bears a special 'curse'.

Even the abnormality inherent in the fate of the 'Electrical Killer' that severely disrupts life to this degree is not something even the well‑known Miss Rin Tousaka has reached.

But fate manipulation as such already has a sizable market.

Especially horse girls like them, whose racing lives always face obvious resistance.

For a destiny truly hard to overcome, stepping back and removing it with external force is also a choice.

— That said, before truly hitting the south wall, few people turn back.

The horse girls' temper, the trainers' pride and sense of duty, do not allow them to falter before battle.

Even the cautious Aomo merely asks to remove the part that hinders life.

He actually had the chance to look up Bohan's fate trajectory and directly see where she would encounter Waterloo in the future.

But he did not make such a request.

In fact, when the true test arrives, the horse girl herself will notice.

And this stage will also be when the spirit of the 'two‑person three‑leg' is verified; he does not intend to overstep it.

So whether or not there will be a fellow trainer asking him to introduce a shortcut in this area… Aomo finds it quite cheeky.

This c‑group seems indifferent as well.

All we can say is that these guys perhaps value their year‑end show more.

Each wants to give coworkers a little Terra shock; then they'll probably all have to hang their heads, being questioned whether it was intentional.

Gee! A client's future is hardly something a mercenary can guess!

Thinking this way, Aomo is completely unconcerned about their future, calmly accompanying Meipu Bohan as they follow the pastor to another testing area.

Now, the fate surgery has been completed.

No anesthetic, no confinement; in front of the patient and even the patient's trainer, they performed a series of flashy, holy‑knight‑style blinding effects and airborne sword swings——

— the knight then informed Pastor Johns to take those two to the Mechanical Section to confirm the results.

The removed part was the fate defect causing indiscriminate electrical malfunctions; checking the 'recovery' result is simple—just have her touch and use electrical devices.

However, overly advanced electrical devices are also unaffected by her fate—for example, Aomo's motorcycle, or the series of instruments used by the three angels for debugging and operation.

So the knight recommended that Johns lead the way to the encampment of the Mechanical Faction on the other side.

Those who believe in the God of Myriad Machines or the Creator's clergy and followers there are filled with mechanical objects.

There are large‑scale, technically complex high‑end products, as well as simple items made to pass time or to give believers as souvenirs.

This is very suitable for testing Bohan's current condition.

"master…"

Walking down the corridor where traffic was gradually thinning, the horse girl behind the pastor together with Aomo suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Aomo glanced at Bohan's expressionless face and read a rare hint of nervousness from it.

"Actually, I could talk to my father about the financial side." Perhaps because discussing family matters was a bit embarrassing, she lowered her voice a little.

"The problem of breaking electrical devices has long been registered as a long‑term worry for the family."

That means directly communicating with the other party's family; as long as we can resolve Bohan's electrical‑killer attribute, they will definitely pay up willingly……

Obviously, while Aomo was signing the contract and paying the service fee, the girl's ears had been listening all along.

To this, Aomo simply replied calmly: "Let's talk after confirming."

Bopang fell silent for a moment, then nodded: "……Yes."

She reached into the coat's pocket, gripped her phone covered in cracks, and had some thoughts.

After all, she thought, master had never kept a certain fact in mind—

——She, Meipu Bopang, actually isn't short of money.

Not only is she not lacking money; in Jingmen District there's a saying: 'As a horse girl, just casually winning a major prize can earn big money!'!

Moreover, Meipu Bopang, as a two-time G1-winning horse girl, has participated in many G2 major prizes.

The previous trainer, regardless of training attitude, at least lacked the ability to embezzle the horse girls' prize money under the nose of the URA Association.

So although she doesn't have the wealthy family background like Ailisuzhi, her own prize savings are already enough for the whole family to live comfortably affluent.

】

Of course, her whole family is still living a rural life.

Because the electrical appliances often break down.

So Bopang thinks that as long as she tells the family the idea that 'master wants to fix the electrical appliance problem, and it's likely a one-time solution,' they will not only be willing to cover the cost in full, but might even send master a bunch of things or even send thank-you videos.

After all, this has been a problem that the family has been helpless about for over a decade.

But what the trainer said also makes sense.

If it isn't truly solved, then having the family help at this point would be somewhat awkward.

After all, although she had told her family that master was preparing to take her to check the electrical appliance problem, she hadn't expected to be able to handle it directly; as for the current 'fate surgery' result, it somewhat carries a sense of acting unilaterally.

However, Bopang understands master, after all, everyone initially didn't expect to succeed in one go.

Bopang still remembered the visiting order the youth had described on the car, and listening gave her a sense of a long, distant journey.

Who would have thought that the first Blessing Gospel class would give the answer to the 'small question'.

Apart from her freezing up a bit when they met for the visit, from that fate operation start to now everything has gone smoothly.

It also lacks a sense of reality.

"Testing her destruction of machinery? Look over there at that stall, mess around as you like, they're all junk slated for scrapping."

Just like now, she passed those shouting praise for Om Messiah, then passed the artisans pondering over mechanical parts alongside a few artificial angels, finally reaching the mechanical department where a few were pushing levers and staring at the vortex; after watching master nod, Bopang walked toward several piles of machinery that were clearly phones.

She reached out her hand.

Activate the screen, simply fiddling with its icons, then there were other instruments handed over by mater, including the terminal she had never dared to touch before.

When finances were still tight, this complex and expensive multifunctional communication tool was something she could only hope for but never obtain.

Yes, Bopang actually yearned for it, hoping to operate those complex and profound technological products.

But the only technological product she could access that wasn't easily damaged was the competition uniform.

The turbine injection device and the fabric itself are aviation-grade materials supplied by the Ura Association, sturdy and stable enough, and capable of source energy traction conversion, making it an extraordinary technological power in itself.

Just like Aomo's Beta moto, among the mechanical products she can access, there are few high-end creations that don't mind her appliance killer buff.

But now, Aomo is teaching her how to operate the terminal.

With incomparable patience and familiarity, as if she often does this.

"Did you listen in? If you didn't remember, I'll demonstrate again."

"... Sorry, please demonstrate again, master." Bopang felt somewhat apologetic, although it was hard to see on her poker face.

"Then let's start over from the boot settings; here it's not much different from a computer."

Unlike during training, master at this time is more akin to his usual gentleness, yet retains a bit of strictness.

Just like the father who used to urge her to train when she was young.

Perhaps she still needs another demonstration.

——

"It seems there's really no problem."

Aomo inspected the appliances Bopang had handled for over ten minutes, muttering softly.

These were originally old appliances slated for scrapping; strictly speaking, they were already near the end of their lives, and even without Bopang's influence they could fail outright.

But these things can still limp along for now, which also better proves the value of Bopang's 'appliance killer' being restrained.

"Your words sound like you're questioning the strength of our Purification Department." Pastor Johns, clearly competent, still stood aside with arms crossed, watching.

Then he saw that the demon not only wasn't guilty, but gave him a sideways glance and said confidently, "Is it strange to question the strength of a department that's only been open less than four years?"

Then the pastor was convinced.

"Also." The pastor nodded.

"Competing with the Wastetime Association for business is a recent thing; before we did purification but didn't take responsibility for interfering with fate."

"Everything is a test given by the Lord, right? I have no intention of helping at all." Aomo said gloomily.

"You can't say that either; mainly we give those people a test, and solving their problems for them is also a test from the Lord for us."

"Is making you shoot bad films also a test from the Lord?"

The mercenary continued to question the pastor, to the point that any passing angel would look like a demon shaking the clergy's will.

But the clergy's will was somewhat pitch-black.

"How can you directly call it a bad film? It's clearly a blockbuster!"

The demon couldn't help but acknowledge the other's evil, sighing: "Miss Dazhenhan would surely be willing to come all the way to give you a kick."

"That really sounds like something a central trainer would say."

"I am actually a central trainer!"

"Also, seeing Miss Bopang from Mei Pu makes me think you look familiar."

"I thought you were interested in my demonization."

"That's also part of it; does anyone in your family have the surname Sparta?"

"At 19 you already have the bloodline of a true demon; it doesn't quite match, does it?"

"Indeed it's somewhat extraordinary, so are you leaving after finishing the tests?"

The pastor saw that the chestnut-red-haired horse girl had already risen from the pile of machinery, glanced at the current time—it was only 10:20.

"Yeah, could there still be some gathering activity?" Aomo could read Bopang's happiness on her face, and answered quite bluntly.

"If I said there was, would you stay?"

"I'll bring several horse girls over." The demon uttered a proper demonic speech.

"Then you'd better go back; wait for us to contact you to come work, it'll be around the next couple of days, won't drag on too long."

The pastor waved his hand to refuse, but then recalled something, putting on a serious expression again: "Or perhaps you could proactively contact us, like when fate undergoes correction, our removal plan needs adjustment in this regard."

"Anyway, whenever you call for me, I'll bring Bopang back for a recheck."

"That'll do."

Johns nodded.