Transform into a human

Li blinked:

"Do you know the ritual for a Divine Constable to be promoted to the rank of Master?"

The rituals for the first two levels of a spy are not a secret on the black market, Yue Lai nodded.

"The Divine Constable places great importance on 'order' and 'hierarchy.' To be promoted to the rank of Master, one needs to gain a position within a strictly hierarchical organization. The more formal the organization, the better the results."

"You actually know that?" Li said speechlessly. "The police headquarters is different from other planets. There aren't as many messy organizations there. You... you're not actually thinking of joining the police force, are you?"

"That depends on you," Yue Lai said shamelessly. "Otherwise, why would I use the word 'help'?"

Li scratched his head anxiously: "Even if the 'ritual' can be satisfied, what about the 'track'? We don't have a cipherboard!"

When the twelve talented individuals were promoted, they each needed their own matching cipher, but these ciphers came from a special race and could not be expressed in any human way. Thus, the cipher tablet, a strange creation, came into being.

"I've been in the police headquarters for so many years, I'm not so bad as to not be able to handle a second-level cipher plate," Xia Du flicked a smoke ring with her tongue. "I'll go to the black markets in various places to look for it. The police headquarters may lack other things, but it doesn't lack cipher plates for spies."

"That makes things easier. Hua Leisi, what is this 'Yi' you're referring to?"

"There needs to be both strict rules and regulations and easy infiltration. There's only one place left in the police headquarters... the Federal National University Police Headquarters Branch, which is also my alma mater and provides fresh blood for the police force."

"Now that we have a plan, let's split up and act," Xia said without the slightest reluctance. "Let's agree on a time, how about a month? The ciphertext tablets have a limited lifespan, so you'd better prepare for your promotions before then."

Li nodded slightly, though hesitant.

"Then it's settled."

After saying that, Xia Du reached into his chest and groped around for a while. The policewoman's mouth gradually opened into an "O" shape—this woman actually pulled out a pigeon!

Xia threw the tied-up pigeon over, and Li caught it in a fluster. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the pigeon seemed to have some kind of fragrance on it.

"The ChainCrystal network will definitely be monitored; we'll use it to contact them next time."

After saying this, Xia Du headed straight away in the opposite direction from Langhua City.

Yue Lai: "Xia Du, take care."

The woman waved to him with her back turned.

……

……

Half an hour later, the steam train stretched across the sky. Inside the elegantly decorated carriage, Li was still racking her brains about how to help Yue get into the school, while the latter leisurely enjoyed the clear blue sky.

Yue Lai had obviously gotten on the bus by sneaking in, and Li, who had long since given up on his moral standards, felt deeply ashamed. So, just like when she came, she secretly bought an extra ticket using Donald's identity.

There weren't many people heading from Langhua City to the University Town. Yue Lai glanced at the empty seats around him and said:

"If you ask me, you don't need to think about it for so long. Just take me to the person in charge of that 'preparatory club' you mentioned, and I'll fool him."

"A lie is a lie, and you're still trying to fool me," Li said with a hint of disdain. "How many times have I told you, it's illegal! Besides, the people in charge are all top students in their fourth year of university. How can you fool someone who's just a novice like them!"

"You're breaking the law by fighting with the barbarians in Qieting Building," Yue Lai chuckled. "Just watch what I do."

Meanwhile, in the university town, there is a steam history museum.

Elves may have existed in Andromeda long ago, but this mysterious race disappeared from people's sight after the Federation was established. Fortunately, there are geniuses who created many "artificial elves" using some relics of elven civilization, such as clockwork elves.

On his way back to the police headquarters, Bryce used every means to get to Mo, but the negotiation experts couldn't get any information about Yue Lai out of her no matter how hard they tried. So they had no choice but to send her to the museum for temporary detention, as Mo was an important living fossil and the archaeologists were not comfortable handing her over to the police.

"Your name is Mo, right?" the old professor asked in the most amiable way. "Did you choose that name yourself? It's a very nice name."

"It was Yue who named it."

"Yue Lai? Is that your elf friend?"

"He's human."

"Is he a conman?" The old professor carefully removed Mo's chest piece, revealing thousands of gears inside that were operating methodically.

"Oh, how did you know?"

Corleone placed a new tearstone into the groove, then breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Such high-quality lubricant is rare. He's certainly taking your maintenance very seriously."

"Of course," Mo said proudly, "He always lies on my chest and spits for a long time."

"Me too, me too," a snow elf next to her raised her hand. "My previous owner also liked to lie on my chest and smear saliva on me."

Corleone's eye twitched: "Keep quiet, Winter. You're forbidden from talking about the past until your brain has fully recovered."

As the Federation's top elf expert, many wealthy individuals entrust their pet elves to him for maintenance. Yes, that's right, "petty." The Federation's legal definition of these extraordinary creations has always been vague. Clockwork elves can be classified as cultural relics, while flesh-and-blood snow elves are completely in a gray area.

If things continue like this, he's really afraid he'll be silenced one day!

Mo was naive, not stupid. She frowned in disgust upon hearing this, but she had no right to demand that everyone respect the elves like Yue Lai did.

"Professor, will I still be able to leave the museum in the future?"

"Well...theoretically speaking, we need permission from the police."

"But what about in reality?"

"As long as you come to get off work on time, over time the director won't mind allowing you to... appropriately, with someone accompanying you..."

"I still have to go to work?!" As if she had heard something extremely horrifying, Mo's entire body became incredibly tense.

"Going to work isn't that scary, just spend less time watching ChainCrystal Networks..."

"Alright, the examination is over. Your body is in excellent condition," the old professor put his chest plate back on. "Calling it 'work' is really just playing with kids. The Elf Zone is very popular with the children."

"Perfect timing, it's opening time."

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers and screams erupted from countless children, mixed with futile struggles such as "Don't push!" and "No loud noise!"

Mo instantly cheered up; this was exactly what she did!

Wait, something's not right. Why is there a sneaky figure in the crowd?

Mo looked closely—

! !

That person isn't Yue Hao? Shouldn't she be on the capital planet? What's she doing here?!

Mo quickly crouched down and hid among the children, watching as Yue Hao walked up to Dong and tenderly touched the snow fairy's delicate face.

"Xiaodong, are you alright?"

Mo gradually opened her mouth wider.