Suddenly, Qiduo thought of something and glanced suspiciously at Dia, saying:

"Then try using your current state to unleash [Training] at full power."

Although Diya didn't know what she was going to do, she obediently activated [Training].

In an instant, a surging wave of energy erupted, like a long dragon of psychic energy breaking free from Dia's body and rushing straight to the ceiling of the training ground.

Seeing this, Qiduo fell silent.

She was all too familiar with the momentum of this training, because her own training was only at this level...

In other words, it wasn't the "reciprocal contract" that elevated Dia's magnanimity to her level.

Instead, it suppressed Dia's temper to her level...

Kido stared incredulously at Dia, whose face was filled with utter bewilderment.

She remembered that back when the vice president election was held, Diya's "qi" was still far from sufficient.

How did I surpass her by so much in the blink of an eye?

Now, Kido realizes that she has actually become a burden to Dia!

'I studied Nen for nine years... and he only studied it for... six months?'

Qiduo didn't want to talk anymore; she felt like she wanted to die.

"So, is there any hope for me in this situation?"

Seeing that Qiduo looked unusually dazed, but actually quite cute, Dia leaned over and casually asked.

"...There's no hope. Just wait to die."

Qiduo gently patted Dia's head away and said irritably:

"That's due to my limited abilities, don't worry about it. For the rest of the time, just use my [Dr. Yorkshire]. You should have seen how to use it before. The three pieces of equipment, [Shadowless Lamp], [Scalpel], and [Sterile Gown], are for reconnaissance, offense, and defense, respectively."

"I'll develop your abilities for you first, but that can only improve the development progress of the existing [Celestial Phenomena]. Don't expect me to help you develop new celestial phenomena; that's impossible!"

"it is good!"

Dia gave a perfunctory military salute, only to receive a disdainful look from Qiduo...

Chapter 344 A Strange Mission × Two People in a Rented Apartment

"report!"

"Hello, you're Private First Class Pokson, right? Oh, sorry, you should be Corporal Pokson now."

In the simple office, Mark, with a gentle smile on his face, looked at Poxon, who was giving a military salute, and said:

"Just call me Mark. Find a seat. I don't have a military rank, so I'm not your superior. You don't need to be so formal."

"……Yes."

Pokson hesitated for a moment, then sat down opposite Mark's desk.

About two days ago, she was urged by the military to return to New Delhi, but she was not summoned by the military office immediately.

And so, after finding a temporary rental room near the inner city, she began to await orders.

It happened around yesterday.

She received an official document titled "Order Regarding the Promotion of Private First Class Poxen to the Rank of Private."

The contents of the documents were largely the same, but the core point was the same—to promote her to the rank of Corporal!

For a student in the fourth cohort of the King's Military Academy, this is considered a rapid promotion.

Most of her friends from the same cohort were still privates.

But this is unreasonable.

'Why was he promoted when he failed in his undercover mission...?'

Pokson found this hard to understand, and what he found even harder to understand was...

The reward for the undercover mission she abandoned halfway through—a total of seven million Jenny—was actually paid out.

This amount of money was not a small sum for her in the past.

Before completing her first mission to Yukxin, she was just an ordinary private with an annual salary of only 150 million junior dollars. After deducting the high expenses in New Delhi, she could hardly save any money at the end of the year.

Of course, this was also because Pokson was just a contract soldier at the time.

As a private soldier of Celidonich, if one can further become a regular soldier by his side, the annual salary will be much more than this.

Getting back to the point, just as she was finding the whole thing strange and bizarre, she saw the issuing authority of the document—it was jointly issued by the Fourth Prince's private army management office and the King's Army.

In other words...

'The fourth prince orchestrated everything behind the scenes.'

Poksen calmly considered the reasons why Celidonich had done this.

After much thought, I realized that only my recent acquisition of the hunter's license might attract attention.

She then developed a contingency plan to address this hypothesis.

On the third day, Pokson received a summons from the Office of the Management of Private Soldiers.

And that's how we ended up in the current situation.

The man named Mark, whom Pokson knew, had suddenly become Celidonich's advisor in the last year or two.

Later, he also took charge of managing "contract players" like Pokson.

"You probably guessed that I called you here today because you've gained the Fourth Prince's favor as a hunter..."

Mark subtly gathered some of the energy on his body surface, forming a brief "entanglement".

Pokson's eyes widened slightly as he stared in surprise at the scene before him.

Mark's actions demonstrate one thing—he is also a Nen user.

He had been deliberately releasing his aura at a low level, pretending to be an ordinary person who didn't know how to control his aura, thus deceiving Pokson.

But this makes the other party's deliberate act of revealing their secret all the more intriguing.

"...Miss Poxen should understand what this means, so I won't go into details. In short, His Highness the Fourth Prince has a very important task for you. As long as you complete this task, you will be rewarded with a promotion and a high salary, even more than you would have earned as a hunter."

Mark's expression remained unchanged, but he meaningfully pushed a letter in front of Poxon.

Pokson picked up the letter, opened it, and glanced at it:

'Mission objective... Mumu Sawa... a privately-appointed soldier... a hunter... Dia!?'

Pokson's expression remained unchanged, but a storm suddenly surged within him.

She never expected that this mission would actually be aimed at Diya and Mumu Ze!

'I don't know much about the twelfth prince, Mumu Sawa, but why didn't she recruit a private army? However, she's very close to Dia; could it be because she learned Nen...?'

Pokson was in a state of turmoil, constantly recalling everything about Mumuze.

Her most recent contact with this twelfth prince was at the auction in Yorkshire.

Later, she had another experience delivering something to Diya for Mumu Ze, but she didn't meet Mumu Ze in person that time.

However, during the mission, Pokson could guess a possible reason for the unusual manpower shortage in Mumuze.

It's highly likely that Mumu Sawa learned Nen through Dia, which gave him the confidence not to recruit private soldiers.

However, despite having the confidence, doing so is entirely harmful and unprofitable for Mumu Ze.

Even if Mumu Sawa knows Nen, wouldn't it be better to recruit some private soldiers and find a way to teach some of them Nen?

Even though learning Nen has a high learning threshold and requires a high level of talent, a suitable candidate can always be found through careful selection.

Therefore, Pokson also found it difficult to understand Mumuze's decision not to recruit private soldiers.

"I understand. The military believes that the Twelfth Prince's side will trust professional hunters more, so they want me to infiltrate them as an undercover agent, right?"

“Absolutely right. This shouldn’t be a difficult task for Miss Pokson, who is capable of passing the Hunter Test.”

"Let's not talk about difficult things first. I have a question I'd like to ask."

Pokson shook his head, ignoring Mark's feigned flattery. Office workers like him were the most cunning, saying one thing to one person and another to another.

"please say."

"The intelligence clearly states that the Twelfth Prince, Mumu Ze, has never actively recruited private soldiers. So how could I, an ordinary soldier, suddenly change her mind and recruit me as her private soldier?"

To put it bluntly, they're not even hiring anyone, so what's the point of having an undercover agent?

Faced with Poxon's questioning, Mark simply chuckled and said:

"Miss Poxen, don't worry. We expected this. Just go back and wait. Things will turn around in a few days."

'Pretending to be mysterious...'

Poxon narrowed his eyes, unable to decipher Mark's meaning.

What are they plotting behind the scenes that makes them so confident they can change a prince's mind?

However, since the other party had already gone this far, she had no right to ask any further questions.

After a moment of silence, Poxon suddenly asked:

"I'd like to ask, is the undercover agent's ultimate goal to target the Twelfth Prince, or that hunter named Dia?"

This is also her biggest concern.

"Haha, that's an interesting question. I don't think it has much to do with Miss Poxen. Neither the Twelfth Prince nor that hunter should have anything to do with you, right?"

Mark gave a forced laugh but did not answer Poxon's question.

“It’s related. If it’s targeting the twelfth prince, as an undercover agent, I would definitely violate the Royal Family Protection Law. Even the fourth prince couldn’t protect me. I think I won’t agree to take on this mission unless this issue is clarified.”

With a serious expression, Pokson gave a very reasonable answer.

At this time, she absolutely cannot reveal that she knows Dia, otherwise there will be big problems.

Of course, refusing the mission was just an excuse; logically and emotionally, she had no way of refusing it.

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