Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 37 Difficult to handle? That means it can be handled!

The room was decorated in an elegant and unique style, with wisps of light incense rising from the gilded incense burner and swirling in the soft light of the glass lamp.

Deputy Director Vincent looked to be in his early thirties, with an unremarkable appearance. He wore a well-tailored dark gray uniform, but the bald patch on his head reflected slightly under the bright glass lamp, revealing signs of hard work that were inconsistent with his age.

Upon their first meeting, Mr. Vincent seemed even more amiable than Captain Zhao. He wore a perfectly appropriate smile as he listened to Captain Zhao's spittle flying as he told some obviously suggestive jokes to "live up the atmosphere." He occasionally chimed in with a few words, taking meticulous care of everyone present without missing a beat.

Chen Mo sat opposite him, relaxed, with his arms seemingly casually draped across his chest, his gaze occasionally falling on the peculiarly styled wristwatch on his left wrist.

"Is this... some kind of special accessory?" Vincent seemed to sense that Chen Mo was being neglected and seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation. "I can't seem to sense any magical fluctuations?"
Chen Mo readily showed off his wristwatch: "It's a little gadget made by a craftsman to tell time. It was a gift from my mother."

His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible melancholy, "It's a pity that we are now worlds apart, and I don't know when we will see each other again. When I'm alone, I can't help but look at her."

The young man's longing gaze held a hint of melancholy. The deputy director glanced at him discreetly a few times before looking away.

This little gadget looked exquisite and unique, but since it didn't emit any magical energy, it was probably just an ordinary item. So the deputy director quickly and politely looked away.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, sat up slightly and continued to stare blankly at the screen of his wristwatch, occasionally pressing a few buttons.

He's cheating!

On his chest was a seemingly ordinary badge, engraved with the symbols of a crescent-shaped longsword and a straight-handled hammer, which he had commissioned from a craftsman at the market.

Clamped along the lower edge of the badge, a miniature high-definition camera is quietly operating. The recording system uses Dongxia's most advanced facial recognition and capture technology, silently capturing Vincent's most subtle facial muscle twitches, pupil dilation and contraction, gaze trajectory, and body posture, continuously converting them into a data stream.

This data is being fed into a database by a high-speed microprocessor hidden in the waist compartment for matching analysis.

This is a project jointly undertaken by the Dongxia Northern Microelectronics Engineering Research Institute, the Dongxia Psychological Research Center, the Dongxia Jiangnan Prefecture Motion Capture Workstation, the Dongxia Zhongdu University Micro-expression Analysis Laboratory, and the Dongxia Criminal Investigation and Interrogation Special Team. It is called the "Humanoid Biological Micro-expression Analyzer".

After multiple rounds of intensive testing and debugging, the accuracy of this tool has reached an extremely high level. However, it often provides two or three different assessments, requiring observers to conduct specific analyses based on their own circumstances.

The final analysis results will be transmitted to the screen of the Beidou tactical watch on Chen Mo's wrist in the form of Xia Kingdom characters.

If Deputy Director Vincent had the ability to see into the heavens, his immediate thought would be: "Holy crap, he's eavesdropping on my thoughts!"

"That's so unfair!"

At this very moment, a line of text was scrolling before Chen Mo's eyes.

[Posture Analysis: The target's torso is slightly leaning back, chin slightly raised at a 15° angle, gaze slightly above the communicator's level, focus is blurred; state assessment: cautious, defensive posture; emotion assessment: suspicious, aloof.]

[Note: The zygomaticus major muscle contraction amplitude is less than 30% of the standard, and the orbicularis oculi muscle shows no obvious amplitude. Judgment: Professional fake smile, a social mask, lacking genuine pleasure.]

Chen Mo let out a soft breath and, for the first time, took the initiative to approach Deputy Director Vincent.

"Director, I know you are very reluctant to attend this boring party. To be honest, I didn't want to come either."

"So, let's skip all that pointless socializing and get straight to the point: can we make a deal?"

Vincent's smile grew even gentler. His gaze lingered on Chen Mo for a moment before sweeping over the slightly uneasy-looking little John standing to the side. His misty eyes seemed to flicker for a second.

[Eye tracking: The target's gaze quickly sweeps across the area, with a pause time of less than 1.5 seconds. Micro-expression capture: A slight upward tilt of the eyebrow in certain areas. Judgment: Curiosity, speculation, or doubt towards the observed object.]

“Mr. Vincent!” Chen Mo tapped his fingertip on the smooth marble tabletop, making a sharp knocking sound, even interrupting Captain Seg’s endless “stand-up comedy” performance next to him: “I think if you have any questions, just ask them directly, which may save a lot of time for both of us.”

"Time is life, isn't it?" "I see you seem to have some doubts about my follower. I can tell you directly that he is a guide I just hired in White Stone City. I didn't even know him half a month ago. So, you can treat me as a mage apprentice without any followers. There's no need to guess anything about me from that little mercenary."

"This will lead you to make the wrong judgment!"

"If you have any questions, just ask me. Perhaps a frank exchange can reduce the barriers between us."

Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze truly focusing on Chen Mo's face for the first time, and the formulaic smile on his lips seemed to freeze.

[Micro-expression capture: The target's gaze locks onto the subject's face for >3 seconds, and the pupils slightly constrict. Assessment: Alertness, apprehension, self-doubt!]

Chen Mo returned a direct look without any hesitation.

The frozen smile returned to Vincent's face, as if the sharpness from before had been merely an illusion: "Heh, it was my rudeness. We've been chatting for so long, yet I haven't had the pleasure of asking who your father is...?"

Chen Mo gave a clear and unbiased reply: "Mr. Vincent, my family is not in Xiyue, and I have already left the family for some special reasons. They will not provide any support for our communication today, and which family it is is irrelevant to today's conversation."

"Unless someone in Qingze City plots against me, my family will not have any connection with Qingze City whatsoever! A family that can't bring you any value is not as valuable as the gold coins in my pocket, is it?"

Deputy Director Vincent's expression finally turned completely serious.

This statement is very forceful, but the logic is clear.

For most family members who venture out into the world, that's just how family is. It may not bring you any benefits, but if a family member gets into trouble, it will most likely be investigated to save face.

In other words, helping him may not bring any benefits, but harming him will definitely bring any harm.

The other party made it clear that as long as you don't want to harm me, you don't need to worry about my family. Just talk to me and don't bring up anything else!

Driven by curiosity and a desire to test the waters, Vincent frowned and asked the question Chen Mo had been waiting for.

"Excuse my frankness, but your foundation is still very weak. Why go to such great lengths just to enroll a little earlier...?"

Chen Mo straightened his body slightly, his tuxedo, which cost thirty silver coins to make, accentuated his young and handsome figure, and his eyes met Vincent's gaze without flinching.

One can analyze another's thoughts using cheat codes, and such a seasoned veteran should also be able to tell if one is guilty or not.

Let him see it clearly.

Chen Mo said clearly, word by word, "If I can advance a day sooner, the resources I obtain will be ten times, a hundred times, more than they are now. Tell me, shouldn't I be in a hurry?"

Vincent was stunned for a few seconds, then a smile returned to his face: "Truly the air of a scion of a prominent family, these rules are quite unique!"

He took a leisurely sip of tea, his voice tinged with languor: "However, enrolling outside the designated time but still having to study in the Mage Tower... that's no ordinary matter!"

It's difficult to do, but not impossible.

Chen Mo glanced at his watch casually and returned a polite smile.

"Appreciate further details!"

(End of this chapter)