I Really Am Not The Lord Of Demon
/ I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 57
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ling PingAn lay back on his chair and patted his full stomach. He lazily scrolled through his phone and chatted about everything under the sun with his friends in a chat group.
“Have you all heard?” Someone in the group typed mysteriously, “Today, in the Kingdom of France in the Land of Qin, ghost soldiers appeared in broad daylight…
“I was flirting with a girl beside the Kaiser Gate and had just managed to pick her up when I saw the souls of an ancient army from 200 years ago. They carried a military flag and sang army songs as they walked through the city.
“All of the citizens of the Kingdom of France have gone insane.”
Ling PingAn couldn't help but laugh when he saw this message. He typed a response, “Is there a photo?”
“Yes…countless people took photos that day. I took a picture also,” the person replied. “But there was nothing there when the photo was developed…
“It was very eerie!”
Ling PingAn shook his head and thought to himself, “It's the same old trick again.
“Unfortunately, I'm no longer eight years old…
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“Things like the Bermuda Triangle, the Loch Ness Monster, or aliens in Beizhou…
“They don't fool me any longer.”
Ling PingAn was just about to exit the chat when he saw a portrait start to move on his notification tab.
Ling PingAn immediately sat up straight when he noticed that.
He then tapped on the portrait and read the notification that the other party had sent him.
Green Bean: “PingAn, are you fooling around?”
Green Bean was his chief editor.
PingAn: “No!”
Ling PingAn vehemently denied it. Using his screen name, he typed a response.
PingAn: “Chief Editor, you have to believe me. I never fool around.”
Green Bean: “Hee,hee…”
Ling PingAn knew that he had been exposed. He could only type again.
PingAn: “Chief Editor, I wasn't fooling around. I've been searching for material and inspiration!”
His editor knew him too well. He immediately sent a reply.
Green Bean: “You better come up with a good introduction for your book as soon as possible!”
PingAn: “All right! I'm on it.”
Ling PingAn answered with confidence..
Then he put down his phone and muttered to himself, “I really have to think about what I am going to write my new book about.”
Writing novels was pretty interesting.
He was proactive when it came to his writing.
So he entered the novel-reading app. He started to look for novels that had ranked well on the platform.
Studying the competition was crucial when it came to writing novels.
……
A small official plane of the Federal Empire slowly landed at Jiangcheng Airport.
Situ He, who had been waiting for the plane for a long time, immediately stepped forward to welcome it.
The door of the plane opened. A stern-looking man who seemed about 40 years old walked out of the plane.
“Secretary, welcome!” The Governor General of Guangnan, Wang Andao, was the first to step forward. He shook the visitor's hand saying, “Please relay my loyalty and passion for the Federal Empire to the emperor after you return to the capital!”
Even though the royal family of the Federal Empire had ruled with a laissez-faire policy for 200 years, the reputation and authority of the royal family were still immense.
This was especially true over the passage of time and development through the eras.
This world would always contain people who glorified the past.
The Gonghe Party of the Federal Empire was the representative of these people.
Coincidentally, Wang Andao's stance aligned with the Gonghe Party's.
“You are too serious, Governor General Wang.” Zhang Hui nodded slightly.
The attitude of the royal family toward the local government had always been the same during the last 200 years: laissez-faire.
After all, whether it was the central Federal Government or the local government, they were all voted in by the citizens of the Federal Empire.
They were the representatives of heaven.
While heaven consisted of all the masses.
The emperor was the child of heaven.
How could a child freely instruct and order his parents, the masses?
Wouldn't that be unfilial?
Zhang Hui did not overly engage in formalities with the local officials. He walked toward Situ He.
The two of them shook hands, tightly.
“Secretary…” Situ He loosened his grip. He handed Zhang Hui the bag of materials he had prepared. “These are the relevant materials that I have prepared for you.”
“All right!” Zhang Hui didn't waste words. “We can discuss this in detail in the car.”
Half an hour later, Zhang Hui had wrapped up all the formalities with local officials and got into the car Situ He had prepared.
Sitting on the wide rear seats of the car, Zhang Hui took out the material from within the plastic bag and took a close look at all of it.
“Hmm…” He put down the material and said to Situ He, “Has the half-life been confirmed?”
“Yes, sir.” Situ He continued, “Scholar Zeng Jing has conducted accurate calculations and has confirmed that the half-life of the psionic substance was stable at one hour, whether or not it was obtained from clothes or trash.”
“Its energy level would decrease by half every hour.”
“Six to seven hours had passed… The psionic substance that we obtained from the everyday trash had returned to normal…”
“The defensive capabilities of those articles of clothing had decreased to the level of a B-tier magic robe.”
“Wow!” Zhang Hui took a deep breath after he heard that.
He knew what the implications were.
It meant that the main body of the target was an unimaginable existence.
The objects around him would be infected by the psionic power that he subconsciously gave off.
“Is there a way to slow down the reduction of this half-life?” Zhang Hui asked.
“We are still testing…” Situ He was rather confident about the matter. “I believe that as long as we test enough samples, we will definitely find a way.”
“All right!” Zhang Hui nodded, then flipped through the relevant files.
“The target's parents were sacrificed in Kunlun State 14 years ago…
“His mother's younger sister became his guardian…until he graduated from university…
“Have you investigated his past actions?” Zhang Hui asked.
“I have done a preliminary check of his teachers and classmates from university, high school, and elementary school under the name of research and investigation…
“Interestingly…
“Most of the people I interviewed stated or answered that they do not remember him or that there might have been a person like that, but they could not remember as too much time had passed. Only a few people could tell me the target's name after I'd given them a hint…”
“Oh?” Zhang Hui did not understand. “Is there a problem with that?”
“There would be no problem if one or two people had said that…,” Situ He said. “But there's definitely a problem if most of them said that.”
Zhang Hui nodded, then asked Situ He, “Would the fog that you spoke of be there tonight?”
“I can't be sure.” Situ He answered truthfully.
“I want to try it out tonight.
“General Situ, do you want to join me?”
Situ He shook his head in the negative. “I don't think that we should alert the target.
“Because the target is too mysterious!”
He was still fearful when he thought about the scene that he'd witnessed last night.
“It's all right.” Zhang Hui seemed very relaxed. “We are going to have to establish contact with him sooner or later.
“To ascertain his attitude, as well as his likes and dislikes…”
Situ He had no choice. He could only nod. “Then I shall do as you say!”
He did not know why, but he felt a little frustrated.
“No need to be afraid!” Zhang Hui patted Situ He's shoulder. “Since there is an explanation for the target's activities, he must have no ill intentions toward the Federal Empire and its surroundings…
“So we don't have to be too worried.
“Oh, yes! I almost forgot.” Zhang Hui took out an invitation from his robes and handed it over to Situ He. “My daughter is getting married on the third day of next month. Please come and attend the ceremony if you are free, General Situ.”Situ He took the invitation and nodded profusely. “I'll definitely make it!”
Chapter end
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