Transform into a human

Helian Bingwen left his guards outside the town and went to the town center alone.

Unlike some congressmen lacking exceptional experience, this governor, with his military background, immediately spotted the fountain in the square—

It is made of white marble, with a sculpture of a naked, curly-haired boy at its center. The boy leans slightly forward, his hands gently supporting him, and a stream of clear water sprays out in an arc from beneath him, falling into the pool.

The boy's skin was very smooth, gleaming warmly in the sunlight. Although it was an inanimate object, it always gave people the feeling that it would adjust its angle at any moment and urinate on the head of anyone who came.

It turned out to be a level three divine relic.

"The fountain was a gift from Yue Lai to the town; it's said to be a present from a goddess."

The mayor, wearing freshly ironed jeans, emerged from a small house on the street corner. One was the mayor, the other the planetary governor, yet the former showed no fear.

"I've heard that the mayor of Windmill City must at least be a 'Hairpin Flower Scholar' to be appointed. I've certainly learned something new today," Helian Bingwen remarked.

Although Esfri belongs to the central star system, its special status as a military port means that the Governor's Mansion does not need too much armed force. So even if it is included, the total number of hairpinists gathered by the entire Governor's Mansion and even the various provinces is probably less than that of Windmill City.

"What use are we, a bunch of flower-adorned guests, if there's no deity sitting at the table?" The mayor spat out the straw he was holding in his mouth. "He gifted this fountain to my grandfather more than three hundred years ago, when my old man was still a fertilized egg."

"If the Bureau of Investigation's data is correct, Windmill City appears to have suddenly appeared in 2381 Astrological Year, which is 218 years ago."

"That's right. Esfri was in a lot of chaos back then, and it was Yue who protected the town."

The Federation was founded in 2023. At its inception, it was engulfed in a civil war that lasted for over a century. The remnants of the Empire, the old nobles of the Republic, and some small and medium-sized tribes in the North... they ignited the flames of war on every inch of human territory, and countless settlements built by early pioneers were destroyed.

"According to my father, more than three hundred years ago, Yue Lai always kept to himself and rarely went out. But not long after Windmill City appeared, he suddenly came out of his inconspicuous office and asked everyone he met who he was. He has not been able to recover his memory to this day."

"I see. If it weren't for what happened at the police headquarters, I wouldn't have known that I had such an extraordinary person under my jurisdiction."

"But rest assured, I am only here on behalf of the Helian family to discuss business, and I will not harm Mr. Yue Lai."

"You think I'm threatening you?" The mayor's eyes widened dramatically. "I'm not telling you all this to emphasize my kindness to the town. If something really happens, what am I worth?"

Helian Bingwen frowned.

Indeed, given his background, not to mention a town mayor under Windmill City, even the city lord himself couldn't stop him from achieving his goal.

"What I'm trying to say is that nobody knows how long he lived, or how many gifts like the fountain he left behind in that long life—not even he himself knew."

Helian Bingwen, who was originally quite relaxed, suddenly felt a heavy pressure. Just like the fear of a giant, anyone who faces "time" directly will feel awe.

For ordinary people, Yue Lai can be considered a representative of time.

After a moment of stunned silence, the governor suddenly shook his head with a wry smile and said self-deprecatingly:

"This isn't a negotiation; it's forcing me to sign an unequal treaty."

In fact, Yue Lai's past connections had already come into play!

Before he even left the capital, two major families within the Northern Wind faction had already sent warnings, especially the Luo An family, who were quite blunt—the Helian family could accept having another Saint, since the entire Northern Wind faction would benefit from it. But business should be conducted properly, without any unnecessary complications.

Add to that the director's hints, favors from other unknown sources, and even the public pressure brought by Yue Lai's appearance in front of hundreds of billions of people, even the Helian family had never encountered such a troublesome hedgehog before.

Is this the legendary user of the Face-Face Fruit?

No wonder the person who told him there was "no bottom line" meant that the higher-ups were prepared to bleed money – after all, the holy position is above all else.

Since it was a major financial loss, someone had to take the blame. The label of "poor negotiation" was prepared for him before he set off, and the mines in the border region were eagerly awaiting his arrival.

And so... the governor went completely wild.

After saying this, the mayor walked away on his own. Helian Bingwen sighed and passed through the spatial maze without any hindrance.

Before I could even knock, the door lock jolted open by itself.

"..."

So what's the point of this lock?

"Sir, you don't understand," the door lock seemed to read his mind, "If you insist on forcing your way in, I can't stop you. If you don't intend to force your way in, then you're a customer, and it's my duty to open the door for customers!"

"..."

Why does it feel like it makes so much sense?

He had intended to wait politely outside the door for a while, but now he was in a rather awkward situation—the interior was completely exposed.

One man and two women were facing the wall in repentance. From behind, both women looked like Winona Ron, except one stood like a precise robot, while the other could only be described as "collapsed," making one worry that her skeleton might suddenly fall apart.

Well, three buttocks lined up in a row, can that be considered a kind of screen?

A screen? What a joke! Who welcomes guests like this?!

"They're not easy to mess with." Helian Bingwen sensed a strong sense of malice.

However, this was consistent with his previous judgment. He had actually done a lot of homework on the way here – that is, repeatedly watching the video of Yue Lai at the hearing. After all, this was the only publicly available information about this immortal being, and even the Investigation Bureau could not provide any more reference material.

Anyone who has studied those videos would come to the same conclusion—"This kid is troublesome; he's definitely not someone to mess with!"

After all, if you say he's easy to get along with, Hou Fan would probably be the first to object.

From hell.

He could only cautiously ask, "Mr. Yue Lai?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you came too quickly, I haven't finished cleaning the room yet."

Yue Lai came down from the second floor looking disheveled, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"?"

This scene was completely different from what Helian Bingwen had envisioned. Shouldn't he be sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, legs crossed, fiddling with a gift from some powerful figure, and then saying something gloomy:

"What brings you here?"

For a second, the governor's mind went blank. Remembering his old skills from when he was a servant, he darted forward and, before Yue Lai could react, snatched the broom from his hand.

"How could I trouble you with cleaning? I'll take care of everything!"

"Please don't try to take it from me!"