Chapter 229: Keyboard, don't face me—I am a permanently neutral country

Pay attention, this man is called Ji Ming.

He is 28 years old; until the day before yesterday, he was an employee in the publicity department of Tiantian Juice Company; now he is the 147th-generation Savior of Yangyue World.

Grind King, Liver Emperor, Omega-level time management expert.

Counting seconds as days passed, having crossed over nearly two months, only in the previous chapter did the luxurious time skip of 'two days later' finally appear.

And now he is considering what manner he should appear in for tonight's social event.

Regardless of era or place, where there are people there is the martial world, and human relations remain an unchanging theme.

If you can't feel it, think there's none, that only shows this person lacks ability, low status, can't mix into the big shots' circle.

So…

He dismissed the idea of going to a clothing store to buy a men's formal outfit; Ji Ming took out the white robe symbolizing his Saint identity and washed it.

Then he took out the halo that had been stored in the storage cabin for a long time, and wore it together with the matching laurel crown.

Finally, he rushed the job, contacting Weiermo to craft a pair of boots with talisman armor as the main component.

——Since he was invited because of these things, he should wear them to the banquet.

After finishing his outfit, Ji Ming returned to the full-length mirror.

Just one glance, and he was killed by his own charm of 46 points.

yeah! The end, showering with flowers!

【Wait a minute, don't casually joke about something that could scare people to death!!!】

"No, no, I just suddenly felt the malice of fate."

Leaning on a two-meter-long spear, he got up from the ground; Ji Ming thought, then stuffed a few more medicine bottles into his clothing's lining.

Good, race correct, profession correct, weapon correct, and……

He pulled Mouse Kid out of the dungeon and set him aside.

Summoned beast correct!

With this level of style, if placed in a game it wouldn't be a big move but would be a big C; how could I lose?

"Squeak?"

Mouse Kid has recently been directing Dwarves and Mole People to help it create battle armor specialized for the Rat Tribe.

He was busy leading his subordinates in related tests when, for no reason, someone snatched him away.

Sitting there dazed for three seconds, he took out a notebook and wrote one line: 'You better have something!' then hurried back.

After settling the clothing issue, Ji Ming didn't wait long before hearing hoofbeats not far off—that was the carriage sent by the Church to pick him up.

He filled his space ring with all kinds of weapons and paraphernalia, then pushed open the door.

Several patients sat in the first-floor lobby, originally chatting but then hearing noises from upstairs.

They all glanced over, unable to help exclaiming.

"Good heavens, no wonder he's a God-chosen Saint—even his head glows!"

"Praise the Holy Light God, I feel my injured leg is already mostly healed."

"Lord Saint, do you usually go to the confessional? I've just converted—is it too late?"

After a period of adjustment, AdaiEr has perfectly adapted to the work of a doctor.

She poked her head out of the operating room, about to call the next patient, when she saw Ji Ming standing on the stairs.

"……Doctor, where are you going dressed like that?"

"Oh, Mr. Suo La sent me an invitation two days ago; I have a banquet to attend tonight."

After thinking, Ji Ming still decided to remind AdaiEr.

"Just stay at home……remember to lock the doors and windows, stay safe."

And as he passed the doorway, he quietly instructed the pair of potted Griesen on the windowsill.

【Tonight Yangguang City is very likely to have trouble; keep your eyes sharp—if there's anything you can't handle, just pull people over from the dungeon】

【Understood, Upper God】

The Church's carriage stopped at the gate, with four tall and mighty Church Knights serving as guards,

Valor is the soldiers' boldness; as the nominal resolvers of the violent creature incident, compared to before, they now look much more imposing.

Including the horses, their armor polished to a gleaming shine, they are completely moving tin cans.

"All right, I wish you all health."

Boarding the carriage, Ji Ming waved at the Clinic.

"Oh, thank you so much!"

"Is this the Saint's blessing? I feel I can stand up right away!"

"Great, I knew believing in the Holy Light God was right."

Amidst the cheers and praise, AdaiEr hesitated a moment before reaching out.

"……Oh, goodbye."

Before she could even process that feeling of reluctant loss, she heard a miserable cry from behind.

No choice; she had to temporarily put this matter out of her mind, dragging the patient who suffered a second fracture from forcing himself to stand into the operating room.

In winter, darkness falls early; the overcast Yangguang City grows even swifter.

Waiting for the carriage to cross the quietly flowing Heisen River and reach the center of Yangguang City, everything was already shrouded in night.

As the most useless yet important facility in Yangguang City, if it were a normal day the Lord's Manor would already be closed, but today its lights blaze.

To prevent anyone from performing bodyguard martial arts, all guests are forbidden from bringing outsiders inside.

Thus, after passing through the last gate, the Church Knights all halted.

"We'll wait outside for you; if you need anything, just tell us."

Taking their place were several waiters wearing black long-sleeved shirts.

"Divine Chosen One, please follow me."

One of them stepped forward to Ji Ming and led him to the banquet hall.

The heavy doors, exuding a faint hardwood scent, were pushed open; looking around, there were still many acquaintances here.

The Business Union, the Adventurers' Association, the Mountain Folk Mercenary Alliance… basically all the factions that had sent representatives when discussing the rune-letter armor business had arrived.

Although there were still obvious factional divisions in everyone's positions, many guests had no intention of greeting each other.

But being able to gather this group of people who usually openly and secretly contend with each other, the importance of this banquet goes without saying.

... Could it be that Suo La, this greedy old coot, really can't help but want to spill the beans?

That's great; once you all make a mess, I'll directly lure in thieves… I mean, players entering the city, and then…

"Hello, Holy One, do you still remember me?"

It can only be said that bringing your own fluorescent tube makes you conspicuous; Ji Ming had just asked a waiter's tray for a cup of Leinorz whiskey when someone walked over to greet him.

"Oh, of course I remember, you're from the Mountain Folk Blueberry Mercenary Group."

He responded with a smile to the other's friendliness, but what Ji Ming was thinking was—

You bastard, dare to interrupt my scheming, right? Not a single thief mercenary is innocent; I'll start by cutting you first!

As a social veteran who has been rolling around in modern society for years, and in this kind of setting where one holds a high position and can easily grasp the initiative, it's a face-saving banquet.

Ji Ming, holding his wine glass, moved through the crowd with ease, able to chat a few words with anyone from any side.

This is thanks to his good reputation as a renowned doctor, thanks to his lifelong ability to navigate situations smoothly, and furthermore thanks to…

"Divine Chosen One, someone says that you handed over all your medical work to your assistant because you plan to focus on producing various potions represented by the Rejuvenation Fluid; is that true?"

"Ah, my son went out hunting with a few friends a few days ago and got swiped by a bear; ah, he's still lying in bed now, ah ah……"

"This violent biological event is too terrifying; as a Divine Chosen Holy One, you surely know many ways to deal with the strange, can you teach us?"

—So everyone talks about exchanging feelings on the surface, but in their hearts they're only thinking about business.

Before three sentences were spoken, they began hinting to Ji Ming about the Fourth-Generation Rejuvenation and the rune-letter armor, openly and secretly wanting a purchase quota.

But this poses no difficulty for Ji Ming; as long as he goes with the flow and practices Tai Chi, pushing the problem back is all that's needed.

"Is that so? But I've been doing special training at the church these past few days; I remember seeing you in the square last time, and I clearly said a couple of words, maybe you're just too busy to have forgotten."

Hearsay, hearsay, listening to bullshit; the master is really a pretender who feigns ignorance while knowing the truth, so let's all just be clueless together.

"The Fourth-Generation Rejuvenation is sold at the Clinic; if you're injured, just go see a doctor there, AdaiEr will prescribe the medicine for you, and if you give my name you can even get a 20% discount for your child."

I keep myself pure and was born to be a great mage; what feelings could I have with you, an old turtle running a club? If you don't want to spend money, just scram!

"Actually I also want to speed up the production of the rune-letter armor, but given the current situation, there are still many technical hurdles to overcome and many links in the supply chain to open up, so next I plan to deeply grasp industry pain points, carefully study the product track, and lay out related fields in advance……"

With just that little money you still want to buy stuff from me? This equipment is so good that selling one piece for ten thousand gold coins isn't expensive at all; if you can't afford it, hurry up and scram!

Thus wave after wave of people came laughing and left whistling; clearly everyone was chatting happily, but upon calm reflection it seemed they'd gotten nothing and had their conversation cut off silently.

—Oh no, I've run into an expert!

"Haha, I actually just did some trivial work; there's no great merit."

After seeing off another batch of guests from the Chamber of Commerce, Ji Ming hurried to the nearby washroom.

He talked too much, so he could only frequently moisten his dry throat with various drinks.

Unexpectedly, the first to give in wasn't his rich vocabulary or his well-trained drinking capacity, but his quite innocent bladder.

"Ah, speaking of which, it seems a transmigrator senior also liked to come to the toilet……"

Having relieved the burden in his belly, he intended to find a place to rest for a while, but before he even reached the Rest Room, he ran into the third-ranked elder brother head-on.

Looking back, how suave and talented our Dean An was, in the prime of life, yet now in his twilight years?

Just three sentences, and Ji Ming swept clean his basement and underground camp twice over, directly becoming the top sponsor of the game's internal test.

Unfortunately, later Suo La bought the rune-letter armor and spent ten thousand, while Leinorz beforehand had already paid a large sum in war reparations.

After all that, he actually ended up in the miserable position of a mere third party; it's truly lamentable.

But no matter how you say it, he's still the former top-ranked elder brother; even if he's 'pulled', he's still standing while doing it!

So when Ji Ming saw him grinning at him before even speaking, he felt a bit at a loss.

Ah, I can't hold it in……

"Hehe, isn't this the Divine Chosen One of Sunshine City? I'm An De Lu, the leader of the Mountain Folk Iron Hammer Mercenary Group, long admired."

Although he's thoroughly corrupt at heart, at least in appearance An De Lu still bears a noble air.

A white tailcoat, blue subtle patterns, paired with a meticulously kept golden goatee, plus that undulating, emphatic tone of speech.

If you add a pair of thin-framed glasses to accentuate the frivolity, it's practically the epitome of a clothed beast.

Although outsiders don't know, he doesn't think Ji Ming will forget the original conflict between them.

So after saying that opening line, An De Lu immediately continued.

"I'm afraid there was somewhat of a misunderstanding between us and the Divine Chosen One before; I'll take this chance to make things clear and formally apologize."

"You know that although our surface identities differ, deep down we're all doctors."

"But lately Sunshine City has been in chaos, and I'm afraid some fame-seekers will deceive patients out of their money, so I had no choice but……"

No, who exactly is deceiving money for fame and profit?

Not to mention your hospital, relying on the unregulated free market, setting heaven-defying prices with some invisible big hand,

Just look at those ugly sutures on that thing; are you sure you want to call yourself a doctor?

Do you know how exhausting studying medicine is? Hurry up and apologize to all the medical students present!

Seeing Ji Ming had no reaction, An De Lu slightly furrowed his brows, but he had already anticipated it.

No matter how you say it, I also sent people to assassinate him; in aristocratic circles that counts as breaking the rules, making him a mortal enemy deserving of collective attack.

If the other party immediately smiles and expresses forgiveness, that would actually be an abnormal behavior worth being wary of.

So he first gave a dry laugh twice to ease the embarrassment.

"Of course, this matter can't be simply brushed over; first of all, I still need to sincerely apologize to you."

Saying this, he bowed solemnly, then took out a beautiful red box from his bosom.

"I think what you're wearing on your head must be something from the Holy Tree Kingdom; also, the Holy Light Church had deep ties with the elf tribe in the past, so it's only natural that you'd like beautiful elf-made things."

"You should also know that the homeland of the Elf Kingdom lies within our Deep Forest Kingdom, so I, by a fortunate coincidence, also obtained some elf-related things; look..."

Saying this, he opened the box; inside was a white necklace inlaid with a green gemstone.

"This is something passed down from those days; it's said to be a necklace once worn by the last sage of the elves."

"Although it has no magical effect, after all it is an extremely precious treasure with special historical significance."

"I am willing to offer it as compensation in exchange for your forgiveness."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ming beamed with joy.

"Oh dear, my Dean An, what's with all this apologizing and forgiving?"

"Anyway, I'm definitely going to make you my first target; what exactly is your attitude toward me, and why would I care?"

"However, if I can get more benefits from you, I'll definitely accept them."

So Ji Ming went along with his line of thought.

"What are you saying? I just never imagined that someone famous for noble bearing like you would be so enthusiastic toward me."

"Never mind, since you've brought it up yourself, I'll choose to forgive."

As soon as these words were spoken, Johnson, the eight-character moustache behind An De Lu, immediately burst into praise.

"Oh, what generosity! The benevolence of the God‑chosen one should be famed far and wide!"