Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

With just one simple sentence, Lappland was speechless, and Texas couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It's as if drinking can wash away the bitterness in one's heart; no wonder the old policemen like my master all like to drink.

Today is a long-awaited day off.

I promised Texas I'd go shopping for clothes, so I'll go when I have time.

Anxin and Lappland drank to their hearts' content. Lappland insisted on a drinking contest, believing that Anxin couldn't hold her liquor. In the end, Lappland got completely drunk, while Anxin was unharmed.

Even without binge eating, An Xin has a considerable alcohol tolerance.

Anxin carried Lappland and left the bar with Texas, and no one dared to stop them.

They got into the car to go home. Anxin put Lappland aside, and Texas sat opposite him and lit a cigarette.

"Is it the same bag I bought?"

"Ah."

"Such cheap cigarettes don't suit the status of the Texas family's young lady, do they?" An Xin joked.

“But my brother bought it,” Texas said, looking out the window with a blank expression.

“Really?” An Xin paused. “Then I’ll buy you even better ones in the future.”

"Ah."

Night swallowed the car, leaving only a silent highway and empty cans beside the trash can.

In the wilderness, several burnt-out off-road vehicles, corpses scattered on the ground, and several almost shadowy creatures.

"Isn't he your fang?"

I thought it was yours!

"So, this kid hasn't been recruited yet?"

"It doesn't have fangs, yet it has this much strength?"

"I went to recruit him."

"How could this be leaked?"

In an instant, the several afterimages vanished, leaving only a black shadow resembling a wolf, staring at the corpse.

The next day.

The blond youth got out of bed, took a shower, changed into a clean police uniform, and put two swords on his waist.

Although I wasn't drunk, alcohol affected my thinking.

He opened the store and redeemed the records he hadn't redeemed the night before.

[Would you like to spend 1000 points to purchase an unknown conversation log?]

[Remaining points: 68,300.]

The blue screen continued to rotate.

[Record Started]

What is a Beast Lord?

"Immortal? Do such creatures really exist? Teleportation? If they're that powerful, why bother cultivating them...?"

[File missing]

Do you think you can establish a new system?

"Violence? Violence for violence?"

[File missing]

"You've succeeded. Now, shall I address you as Madame Sicily?"

“Alas, you have become a fang after all. The Beast Lord is not invincible. Do you think your family should submit to the Beast Lord? They have controlled Syracuse for thousands of years, plunging this land into prolonged chaos. Syracuse needs a change.”

"Is your order based on absolute violence?"

"That's still better than the Lord of Wolves. I brought order!"

[File missing]

[All records displayed]

After reading the document, An Xin was a little confused. The only useful information she could find was that it mentioned the Beast Master and Madame Sicily.

Honestly.

An Xin had no concept of beast owners, and even less of Madame Sicily.

The former knew nothing, while the latter came from snippets of information found in a few books.

If the Beast Lord is truly immortal, then he'll have to use that Beast Lord trial card from the shop to save his life.

Perhaps a beast owner will come knocking on our door.

As for Madame Sicily, there are many stories about her in the study. If An Xin wants to change the situation of the lower classes in a country, she must be familiar with the country's ideology, rulers, and interest groups.

An Xin had already read her biography. His first reaction was admiration, but his second reaction was more subtle. He was wondering whether Madame Sicily would become his enemy or ally.

Syracuse is actually divided into two eras, and the dividing point between these two eras is Madame Sicily.

The pre-Syracusan era was one of utter chaos, with families fighting amongst themselves. Killing someone was a minor matter; one could easily be wiped out, with the entire family being slaughtered.

Until one person came along.

Madame Sicily went to Lateran and brought back guns and order. Her power was undeniable, and she forced the Syracuse families to establish a set of rules.

She couldn't handle minor disturbances, but she wouldn't allow large-scale riots, so she established courts and a trial police system.

The result was a situation where twelve families were at the head, and the other families were subordinate to them. The law was an extension of Madame Sicily's will, and the families were her hands, clearing away all obstacles for her.

The ability to establish order from complete chaos is undoubtedly admirable.

However, the current apparent chaos suggests there might be a problem.

Those are the beast lords and wolf lords mentioned in the records; they seem to be the true culprits who caused chaos in Syracuse.

An Xin stroked her chin.

This record is of great significance.

If he could gain Madame Sicily's support, he could at least change the problems at the grassroots level.

No, the first issue still comes back to education. Without a good education for people at the bottom of society, no matter how much An Xin does, it will all be in vain.

There are too many questions.

It has more problems than Ursus.

If we compare Madame Sicily to Tang Sanzang (the monk from Journey to the West), her journey to obtain the scriptures in Lateran is clearly illogical.

Simply reading from the textbook is absolutely not acceptable.

The Reunion Movement has ideas in this regard, but he can't bring the Reunion Movement over.

The biggest difference between Syracuse and Ursus is the "emperor." Madame Sicily was clearly a failed revolutionary; she only succeeded halfway in establishing order. Anxin thinks she might be very interested in Marxism and republicanism.

An Xin rubbed her nose. "We need to think of a way to meet with Madame Sicily and talk to her. If we can get her to become an ally, things will be much easier."

That being said, things are not easy to do.

He left the room to accompany Texas in her morning practice, because Lappland was drunk and hadn't woken up yet; otherwise, she would be the one sparring with Texas.

As usual, I ate breakfast, went to the police station, and dealt with documents and cases.

A week passed in the blink of an eye. Nothing particularly noteworthy happened. Anxin caught quite a few petty thieves and a few robbers, which slightly improved his reputation among the public.

But it didn't really help; only a minority of people knew him.

This week, it seems that Anxin is the real police chief, while the so-called chief has been sidelined by him and Texas.

They started laying off people, dismissing those with poor character and some family accomplices.

The police station used to be very cumbersome, but after some restructuring, it has become lighter and simpler, and work efficiency has improved.

An Xin was basically always working overtime. While other officers had shifts, he was always sitting in the office, ready to go on missions at any time.

To this day, it remains the top-floor office.

The room's style became simple, with only official documents, a few chairs, and a table. Anxin's frugal lifestyle spread throughout the police station.

There was a potted plant in the corner, a gift from a citizen, and it looked quite nice.

"Texas, take a break today," An Xin said casually, putting down her pen, tidying up the documents.

"Huh? It's only noon?" Texas was taken aback, clearly somewhat surprised.

“Okay, I’ve made a reservation at the restaurant. If we don’t go now, we’ll be too late. Go change your clothes now; there’s still time.” An Xin took off her police uniform, revealing a white shirt underneath.

"okay, I get it."

Texas immediately put down her pen and ran out of the office. Even the police officers around her could sense that this expressionless girl was in a good mood today.

Many people greeted her, confirming that she was indeed in a good mood today.

Ten minutes later, Texas changed into casual clothes: long boots, black stockings, a white shirt underneath, a black vest, and a coat with a Syracuse style. Her accessories were also consistent with the overall style, including a brooch and tie.