Chapter 719: NO．88：This Time I'm Really a Switchboard Operator

NO. 88: Now I'm really a line worker

As mentioned before, the southern district of Jiemen is called the educational district due to the numerous prestigious schools located there.

Meanwhile, Jiemen Xiqu is also referred to as the small educational district because of the large number of students present there.

The official model store of Qiuye, Jiemen Amusement Park, the Five-Tone Joint Association, Rolling Stone Records Company, Universal Music Company, and most importantly—

—Central Tressen Academy, are all located here.

These factors are sufficient to increase the frequency of student activity throughout the southern district, although the southern district also indeed has scattered locations of several well-known old schools.

Such as the high school Aomo graduated from, as well as the high school Xizheng currently attends, are also in this urban area.

Even as a student, someone had already grown accustomed to seeing students wearing other schools' uniforms on the streets and alleys.

After graduation, there was not much change, as he directly set up an office here.

The Lindun Office, located deep in the alley, has a poor location in terms of work premises, even bordering on a residential area, but mercenary offices of this nature do not need to set up stalls to attract customers.

In this era, commissions delivered via the internet are always more common than actual visits to the office, so many mercenaries are streamers, often operating mercenary channels in the form of online stores.

This also helps in contacting gray-area commissions; once caught, one can simply switch accounts and reincarnate, or directly sink into the dark web, becoming closer to the original meaning of mercenaries.

Precisely for this reason, one of the basic requirements imposed by the federal government on mercenary offices is to register a physically meaningful office.

The rules that office mercenaries must follow are far more numerous than those for ordinary mercenaries, but consequently they gain access to most social welfare, status, security, and even credibility that ordinary mercenaries lack.

Just as when Aomo acted alongside Miss Adele Neumann's geological survey team, ordinary mercenaries would have to prepare a stack of certification documents—to prove they would not throw mercenary-grade 'firecrackers' into volcanoes.

This requires running through many departments, and not just by oneself; even the team leader of the geological survey team must help run around.

However, for office mercenaries, one only needs to sign the name of their affiliated office and their own name, and after passing verification in less than two seconds, they can be cleared to proceed.

Just like now, standing once again on the White Mountain that had not been visited for a long time, this time Aomo received far more gazes than before, and those gazes also carried much more gratitude and reverence.

"Is that the person? The monster from back then?"

"Definitely! I saw the police salute him—how many people here could make those police show respect? It can't possibly be the city leaders, right?"

"It's not impossible that it's the city leaders—what if they had their genes adjusted?"

"That face is clearly Aomo Lindun? Besides him are Ailisuzhi, Chazuo, and Miss Meipu! You guys aren't paying attention to horse racing? Even if you don't follow horse racing, you can check out monsterology magazines~!"

"Ah…… it's Chazuo-san~ Can we go up and ask for an autograph? Won't we get blamed for it?"

"Stop muttering, he's looking this way! Quickly raise the banner!"

"..."

"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Aomo, the investigation report from this side has been collected……ah…"

Miss Adele, who had just tucked away her document bag, quickly ran to Aomo's side; before finishing her sentence, she followed Aomo's gaze and saw the distant crowd and their raised banners, nearly laughing out loud.

"Quite popular, Mr. Aomo—would you like to go over and take a look?"

"Yeah, trainer, but it's rare for a trainer to be more popular than horse racing girls!" Even the person in charge of the horse racing girls was adding fuel to the fire.

But at least she hasn't yet thrown out the usual nickname 'Guinea Pig-kun' from inside the house.

"... Even there's a banner…" Chazuo looked utterly awestruck.

Bo Fang tried to ease his companion's awe: "I guess it's PVC quick print."

"That's wrong, these banners were prepared long ago," Miss Muelsesi, who had already gathered plenty of information from the staff, was no longer on screen but appeared before them, raising her hand—just as always, drawing Aomo's special attention—"After all, the tourism bureau chief said he wanted to invite Mr. Lindun over to thank him."

This time, her palm remained callus-free, but the skin beside her little fish mouth had gained several friction marks, showing this is a hand that often operates a mouse, pen, and paper.

How long had it been since before and after? She had suddenly filled in marks that usually take several years of living habits to leave behind?

"I did receive an invitation from the police station, but the trainer's work is always busy."

His confusion didn't prevent him from shifting his gaze without leaving a trace, then looking toward Adele: "Now as well, let's go up the mountain directly, Miss Adele."

"Ah, okay."

Upon hearing this, she also readily raised her hand, waving to the other members; the team leader of the geological survey team quickly entered state: "Everyone, check your equipment and personal belongings—we're reascending White Mountain!"

The group greeted each other and set off, while Suzi also quickly ran to Adele's side:

"Miss Adele, let me take a look at the materials first?"

"But Miss Suzi, we're about to go up the mountain—won't that be a problem?"

"Suzi, be patient, wait until break time to talk."

"... Fine." She glared at Aomo displeasedly; during several seconds of eye contact, Suzi let out a sigh.

It has already been several days since Qixi passed.

After the short holiday came the resumption of training, as well as contact from Miss Adele.

The cooperative project resumed, only the location is no longer Changbai Mountain, but the White Mountain where Aomo once fought the negative-energy monster.

Aomo wondered why she didn't mention that another person had joined the team, but thinking about it, Miss Muelsesi had previously provided remote assistance, so she was likely already regarded as part of the team—her not mentioning it wasn't strange.

Moreover, compared to worrying about such issues, the calls from those nearby needed his attention more.

"... Trainer."

'Invoking the Wind and Rain Gods...'

"What's wrong? Chazuo." Aomo turned his head, smiling and asking.

'Invoking the Land God of Rain...'

'Dragon God, today is the day of the small final exam; if one scores well by listening to the earth's voice, will everyone believe more in feng shui?'

……Xiao Lin classmate, cheating on exams will be looked down upon.

"This time…" the black-haired girl spoke hesitantly, only because she noticed a hint of strain in the other's smile,"It can't really be considered mountain climbing……right?"

But honestly, that strained smile did not come from her.

"Of course not, I'm still looking forward to having coffee with better scenery." Aomo, having recomposed himself, replied thus.

"... Um, I'll try my best..."

He gently patted the other's head, then turned his head to look toward another pair of footsteps suddenly approaching.

As autumn approached, though still far from the season of frequent falling leaves, the forest floor was always littered with leaves and twigs fallen for various reasons, often amplifying one's movements unintentionally.

He then turned his head and saw those familiar eyes fixed upon him.

"Master."

"I invoke the god of the Rainbow Bow, who has long bestowed grace upon me, and I am deeply grateful..."

"I seek to avoid the scorched earth of the apocalypse..."

"What's wrong, Bourbon?" he asked.

"Miss Muersees says you look unwell."

"... Aomo tilted his head at the words and saw, not far off, the girl with flaxen-green hair raising her hand and winking at him with one eye."

It was a rather playful way to greet, a pity he felt no discomfort, only a slight irritation.

As for the reason...

"Nothing, just received a harassing call."

"I cannot understand." He instinctively glanced toward Bourbon beside the trainer, knowing where he usually placed his terminal screen.

But Master's gaze never fell there.

"In short, there is no physical issue, only some noise; you may understand it thus." Aomo said helplessly, listening to Miss Adele not far off shouting for a temporary halt, needing to conduct轮检测 here, and he paused briefly.

"Seeking improvement."

"Indeed, I have been considering it; perhaps it can be resolved shortly."

Aomo gave a helpless smile, looking toward his clothing pocket.

There lay many cards, yet only one made him truly consider sealing it.