They don't want me to try anymore.

"...To be honest, I'm a little flattered."

Looking up at Alice's delicate face through a few strands of hair, Richard was speechless for a moment.

"Oh? I thought you were surprised that my body wasn't as comfortable as Miss Luvia's~"

"No, no, no, that's absolutely not what I meant! It feels great!"

"uh-huh……"

"Okay, it's a little short."

"uh-huh?"

"Uh, I mean..."

Just as Richard was about to continue explaining, he suddenly saw a small bat with purple fur fly into the house.

This is an envelope from Standard Fruit Water that Veronica helped him deliver.

"Looks like this is something serious."

Alice looked at the little bat, her eyes narrowing. Though reluctant, she still gave Richard a nudge.

The latter scratched his head and took out a small piece of paper from under the bat's wing.

The note stated that Walter had received an order to help gather a batch of specially made fishing nets and alchemical materials and deliver them to a designated location.

It's not surprising that Standard Fruit Company has been secretly doing all sorts of dirty and tiring work for the Empire all along.

However, this order was of a particularly high level, so Walter wrote a letter to inform Richard.

Richard put away the note, a sudden idea forming in his mind.

They, that guy with the blue gloves and white skin, are not capable of completing the mission on their own. When they encounter difficulties, they will need to ask for help from the outside.

And that is the flaw!

Perhaps he can obtain information without making contact with the other party or alerting a higher being...

"Junior?"

"Senior, the brainwave therapy is really useful! I've got an inspiration now, thank you!"

"...Ah?"

Without time to explain, Li looked at the setting sun outside and activated his daily [Destiny Writer] ability.

Today's almost over, might as well give it a try!

Chapter 130 Makes Perfect! Everything makes perfect sense!

Richard first tentatively wrote in his mind:

The Imperials and the Blue Gloves, who were hunting a mysterious monster, encountered a storm at sea, resulting in the destruction of their ship and the loss of all lives...

But before he could finish writing, his soul as a mage instinctively felt a stinging pain.

Clearly, the probability of this happening is too low and too unreasonable. The system skill says: Host, I can't do this!

That's okay.

Richard deleted the last two words of the previous sentence, "the person died," and then pondered it again.

Things have improved a little, but it's still not working.

Hmm... the problem seems to be with the storm? The weather at sea has been good these past few days, so a storm shouldn't be forming...

Richard pursed his lips, then changed the sentence to:

The Imperials and the Blue Gloves, hunting a mysterious monster, had their ships run aground at sea and then sank due to a series of unforeseen events—which makes perfect sense…

This time, intuition did not object.

Become!

Dozens of kilometers away, on the deck of a large fishing boat.

"Another day wasted."

Ned held up a small, lace-trimmed mirror, looked at his slightly tanned skin, frowned in displeasure, and asked his blue-gloved companion, "Sir Hunter, how much longer until we catch that guy?"

"It's very close."

The man called Hunter replied, "Instead of wasting your time, you should conserve your energy so that it won't get away next time you meet it."

"I'm just eager to share Your Highness's burdens!" Sensing the impatience in the other's words, Ned was equally annoyed.

However, no matter what they said, the sea before them remained calm, without a single ripple...

Boom!

"Ouch!"

Everyone swayed at once, and Ned even stumbled and fell.

It looks like the boat hit something and got stuck on it, unable to move.

The cabin also has cracks and slight leaks.

Ned stood up in a fit of rage, sweeping his spiritual energy across the seabed.

"Reefs? Why are there reefs here?"

"Sir, there are many hidden reefs in this area, making it difficult to avoid..."

A servant behind him bowed to explain, but then saw Ned turn around abruptly and glare at him. He quickly said, "Don't worry, sir, I'll go and check right away!"

"...Never mind, you're just a soldier, there's no point in going down there."

Ned saw the breach in the ship that was constantly taking on water and waved his hand seductively.

He then took out his staff, intending to personally lift the ship with his mage's hand and then use a restore-to-life spell to repair the breach.

Anyway, he didn't want his newly bought salamander-skin boots to be submerged by seawater.

But just then, several dark shadows suddenly swept across the sky, and then two pools of fresh, white, viscous excrement fell down.

Yes, it's the seagulls lightening their load during breaks in their journey.

As luck would have it, the object hit Ned on the forehead with a thud.

The latter subconsciously activated the unique magic shield of the Silver Rank, blocking the object a few millimeters outside the skin, but still couldn't help but experience it fully in terms of sight and smell.

"...Fuck!"

"grown ups!"

Even more coincidentally, he was originally casting Mage's Hand, and because of this interruption, the strength and angle of the casting were slightly off.

The error wasn't too serious.

...That means they lifted the entire ship and turned it 180 degrees.

"what!"

The next second, everyone was thrown out, and the ship landed upside down on the sharp edge of the reef with a final bang.

"..."

When the sea calmed down again, everyone except Hunter, who was equally skilled, was still in the water.

Looking at Ned's shrill screams, Hunter's tone became even more disdainful:

"Is this how you show loyalty to His Highness the Prince?"

Ned used levitation to pull himself out of the water, and was speechless.

Why is it such a coincidence?

Why am I so unlucky?

This is unreasonable!

That makes perfect sense!

The next morning, at Connaught Palace, Richard received new news from Walter and was very happy.

Those mysterious imperial people then issued another order, demanding a specially made large ship and many other alchemical materials from the company director—since Standard Fruit had several fleets locally, this was a convenient task.

Richard was thus convinced that his method was effective!

The characteristics bestowed by the simulation are powers that even the gods cannot interfere with, which he can use to constantly provoke his enemies!

Richard immediately replied, asking Walter to provide him with the list of materials requested by the other party, as well as the agreed delivery time and location.

Then, he took out paper and pen and wrote on them:

A hobbit lived in a burrow...

Oops, I made a mistake.

Richard wrote: The Imperials, who were hunting a mysterious monster, clashed at sea with a passing red dragon.

Richard's gut feeling was one of failure, but that was alright. He then erased the red dragon and changed the sentence to: "They encountered a large group of murlocs tonight..."

In short, he decided to make full use of his daily opportunities to use the [Destiny Writer] to give the Imperial squad that had trespassed into his hometown a little daily surprise.