Chapter 308: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 70: He's good at gathering information.

The pastor named Camus John said something that was indeed not bad.

The visit request from the Purification Department wasn't just not going to take long; it was outright asking him that very night whether he had time tomorrow and could come over.

This too was done swiftly and decisively.

However, Aomo had no objections.

After all, it's this kind of non‑dangerous commission, so the faster it's handled, the better.

He's been quite busy this month, with both the mid‑month monster exhibition and a long‑term agreement with Ludaofu Xiangzheng.

Strangely, neither of these offers any obvious payment; instead, the potential benefits are greater.

But the potential benefits are long‑term and can't solve an urgent need.

To gain peace of mind right now, he figures he ought to take on more of these small commissions to earn extra money.

Or perhaps pay more attention to the Penguin Logistics side.

Whether the latter or the former, both would nicely add some content to the agency's résumé and help its rating improve.

As for the mercenary's own rating, one still needs to study for it.

It makes it seem like I have plenty of time…… Aomo sighed inwardly, then looked again at the message on the computer screen.

Not only are the people from the Purification Department quick, but Ludaofu Xiangzheng is too.

The encrypted telegram from the Emperor has already been received; the Yuechi Symbol message is sent in three stages, and only the first stage has been received so far. After a brief glance, he raised his hand and tapped the terminal screen with his finger joints.

Just like knocking on a door, but the one responding to that sound wasn't some electronic vampire stationed there who could be called the host, but a witch whose face showed a bit of displeasure.

Going from the terminal's light screen to the computer screen only requires a small magic‑opened two doors—and Aomo clicking to allow the pop‑up.

Digital beasts also can't run wild inside normally functioning computer protection software unless the computer user clicks to allow.

That is what is called permission granted.

Of course, forcing entry by force is another matter altogether.

The topic will also shift to the confrontation between software firewalls and the strength of digital beasts.

Although Aomo and the witch beast do have some opposition, it's clearly only on a psychological level; for now, it ought to be considered pleasant cooperation… roughly.

"Looks like I'm interrupting something." Aomo said softly, only because the other's undisguised displeasure.

Then the other's feigned hoarse voice came through the headset:

"Wait until I finish looking at the information you need to process before making a judgment."

In the database that Aomo plainly and directly named 'Database', the witch beast's responsibility was merely data screening and classification, but even though she isn't a professional intelligence worker, she wouldn't let the data she handled go without some understanding.

Indeed, most digital beasts only care whether their food appears as meat or vegetables, or fruit and minerals, and don't care about the data that makes up the food itself; but spellcasters who try to parse the data itself to gain permission will indeed ponder certain segments deeply.

Based on this, the witch beast's doing this job is still fairly adaptable.

In his free time, Aomo surfs the net while running web‑scraper software; whenever he sees interesting information he scrapes it down, and any information he receives from other 'informants' are also dumped at fixed times for the witch beast to process.

Um, fixed times.

It's both to let the other develop a stable work state and to make scheduling easier for the witch beast's side.

Aomo's side is quite busy, and the digital world where the witch beast resides isn't completely idle either.

Rather, the witch beast is actually quite busy too; like Ailisuzhi, she routinely studies magic (coding) and experiments with magic (data).

There is local data from the digital world, as well as data Aomo throws at her, originating from the ever‑changing human network environment and already encoded.

But there are also situations like the present one, where she must prioritize organizing this set of data urgently.

It feels rather like being messaged by the boss after work for overtime, so naturally she'd look displeased.

Although Aomo understands very well, he obviously won't 'let her off the hook' because of that.

For some data, sorting and organizing is a race against the clock; gaining even a little advance understanding might change the whole plan's arrangement.

"Pretty interesting, I'm not angry anymore."

Splitting an entire folder into several files, while the pop‑up in the lower‑right corner proved the database had been filled with new data; the witch beast's efficiency was very high, delivering results in no more than five minutes.

During that time, Aomo merely glanced at Gui Yuan Zhi Tang, which looked as dead as a class group chat, then flipped through the messages on Line.

He also saw Qianming asking him if there were any new interesting things.

His anger from the past couple of days seemed fake; Aomo's apology, sent not long ago, was quickly overridden by the other's joking tone, and now he's just acting like nothing's wrong, spouting alien‑talk.

Why would it be called alien talk?

Because Bi Ze had sent a similar message not long ago.

It's as if he can't stand the boredom of fiddling with his staff, and he really hopes Aomo will take him out for fun.

It's obvious that it's because David has also been busy lately and has no time to take him out to play.

The workload at the Edge Runner agency is growing by leaps and bounds, far more than Aomo's side.

Although Aomo had clearly promised to take Bi Ze to the monster exhibition in mid‑month, looking at things now…

He can't even wait ten days.

One would think the commission from the Blessed Gospel class would pretty much match their definition of fun, but Aomo still thinks he ought to go play games.

And she ought to continue her tour of famous mountains and rivers.

Last week you could meet Zuo Feiya, this week you could meet Lucia and it wouldn't be strange, and the week after next you might even meet Gao Yang Sikaya—none of that is surprising! For that person b.

He thought that way, but after a quick look at that string of data, Aomo still turned around and sent it to CB.

At a glance, the information isn't particularly eye‑catching, but it can give that person an extra option—just go investigate and see.

Source‑swap app】

The Emperor wants to send the Yuechi Symbol information in three parts; this is only the first part, so it's not strange that there's nothing that can directly prove his illegality.

Strangely, the witch beast would lose her anger over something like this.

"Do you have a conflict with him?"

Turning his gaze back from the chat box, Aomo looked at the witch who remained on the desktop, not leaving immediately.

Do I have to answer you?

Of course not; we're in an equal relationship.

The witch beast nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

Take your leave, I won't see you off.

You'd better be able to see me off.

That really isn't possible; Aomo hasn't yet mastered the ability to come and go freely in the digital world like a beast tamer.

But he truly didn't expect the witch beast to leave so decisively.

If there really isn't anything, why wait for me to speak before leaving?

Just to say hello?

Aomo didn't feel that their relationship had suddenly gotten that much closer.

Was that done on purpose just to ask me that and then spite me?

It's meaningless; that attitude already indicates the answer. Aomo has already been listing and ruling out in his mind the 'possible areas of conflict between the witch beast and the Moon-Chariot Symbol'.

Was that the other party's intention, to provoke this line of thought?

A degenerated digital beast turned shut-in, and a human entrepreneur—their intersection…

Bang bang…

The sudden knocking made Aomo take off his headphones.

Come in.

"Master, time's up." Bobang pushed the door open and poked his head out.

Indeed, Aomo glanced at the computer clock—it was 8:20 a. m., exactly the time for his appointment and follow‑up with the Divine Blessing Gospel class.

"... Then let's go." He replied, raising his hand to quickly type a few words on the terminal screen.

Corporate data

Digital monsters

Chosen old dog

Baal beast…