Transform into a human

Yue Lai had reason to be confident in saying these words, and the source of his confidence was the fifth-level civilization relic in Penglai, the [Great Library].

Civilization relics are even rarer than divine relics. The total number of level 5 civilization relics in the entire Andromeda constellation is estimated to be no more than double digits, while each civilization relic below level 5 can fetch an astronomical price at auction.

After all, relics of a level 5 civilization possess authority comparable to those of a level 6 divine relic—the latter of which might not be extracted even if a god were to perish.

Just like the Neptune's Crown, even though it's a relic of the Siren Queen, it only reaches level five.

The trick of the slacker, "Wandering Through Time," can prevent Yue Lai from having his memories erased when he leaves the Great Library. He believes that this relic of civilization must contain the information needed to complete the commission.

"Hmph, does Shuiyue expect me to beg them?"

The people at their Windmill Town office have never been fond of hunters who operate like phantoms in the dark. Those guys always consider themselves a regular army and extremely ostracize independent hunters. Countless small and medium-sized search and rescue offices have been swallowed up by them.

In fact, if Yue Lai's firm hadn't been located in the special space of Windmill City, given his outstanding task completion rate, it would have been acquired by Mirror Flower Water Moon through various "legal" means long ago.

Even so, some of the management of the two firms tried to get rid of Yue Lai, a thorn in their side. Xia Du and Yue Hao's departure was inextricably linked to several senior executives of Shuiyue.

Given Yue Lai's personality, even if the cat-man he met in Xinggang had no connection with those people, he would never ask Shui Yue for help.

……

……

At the same time, the police headquarters was in Chifu.

Moreover, after the building was destroyed, Xia Du's hard-earned foundation was wiped out. To make matters worse, she was also subject to internal investigation by the church for some shady activities.

Fortunately, with Tang Xiao's help, the church wisely went through with the formality. She originally wanted to strike while the iron was hot and go back to Esfri to give Yue Lai, that blockhead, a good talking-to, but who would have thought that this guy would treat her like an employee again.

"Damn it, I've already quit, why did I still have to listen to him!"

"Summer Capital, Summer Capital, can't you be a little more competitive?!"

Xia Du strode angrily down the antique street, kicking a beverage can that was blocking his way, only to be caught by the stall owner where it landed.

"Hey, so there are still people who use pipes these days? We're here..."

"No need, get lost."

"...Okay."

The woman looked very young, yet she was wearing a bishop's red robe.

Can't be bothered.

Xia Du continued walking forward. The extraordinary creations that Yue Lai needed could not be made by ordinary "archaeologists." She needed to find a reliable antique shop—at least not a roadside stall.

Before long, a bustling antique shop caught her attention—Wenyizhai.

"This name sounds familiar... I've heard it somewhere before..."

She used the smoke to push aside the crowd blocking her way, and lo and behold, it turned out to be an antique appraisal site.

The old man became agitated.

"Look closely, this relic was passed down from my great-grandfather, how could it be new!"

He pointed to the urn on the table:

"This was specifically used to imprison ash bodies during the pioneering wars, do you recognize it?!"

Even as he was about to be verbally abused, the shop owner remained calm and gently adjusted his tortoiseshell glasses.

"Let me say it again, this box is a 'fake relic' created by some archaeologist. If you really try to use it to contain the ash body, it will burst in no time."

The old man became even more agitated upon hearing this:

"What makes you say that? I just had a specialized timekeeping agency check it; you're calling a 500-year-old artifact new?!"

The shop owner sneered:

"I'll say it again, traces of time can be faked, regardless of their level. True relics of a civilization can reveal an entire era from time, but your 'treasure' can only show the shadow of some mediocre peer."

Then he delivered the final blow:

"New, instantly recognizable, undeniably new!"

The old man completely broke down:

"You, what kind of bullshit expert are you? Give me back my appraisal fee! I'm calling the police! Calling the police!!"

Xia Du remembered who this person was: "Old Man Killer" Fan Buzhao. His archaeological skills seemed to be very profound, but because he spoke so bluntly... it was said that nearby hospitals had increased their revenue because of him.

Fan was too lazy to argue with the old man anymore. He waved his hand and told his men to pull him away. The people around were still having a good time.

He suddenly caught sight of Xia Du, the regional bishop who made no attempt to conceal his scrutinizing gaze, staring at him as if he were a villain.

"We do have big clients."

He immediately announced:

"Closed to visitors today. Those who wish to have their items appraised should come back tomorrow."

"What? Why did today's program end early?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's not like we're not opening tomorrow."

After the crowd had mostly dispersed, Xia Du slowly walked into the Wenyizhai.

The waiter, sensing the danger, closed the door. Fan Buzhe plopped down on the bamboo recliner, pulled out a pipe, put it in his mouth, and said in a dramatic, rhythmic voice:

"I don't do three things: illegal or disorderly conduct, factional infighting, or possessions of items classified as Grade 5 or higher. Miss, you haven't done any of those things today, have you?"

The Summer Capital gets straight to the point:

"I'm here to buy some fake relics."

"Oh?" Fan Buzhe cleared the fog from his lungs, took a small sip of tea, and the waiter, seeing this, knew that the manager wasn't too keen on this business. He fanned Fan Buzhe while saying:

"It seems the young lady didn't hear what I said earlier. Making fake relics is illegal."

"I need a seven-figure fake relic."

"Pfft!" Fan Buzhe spat out a mouthful of tea. Xia Du had anticipated this and used smoke to keep the tea a meter away from spilling.

"Ahem." Fan Buzhe realized he had lost his composure, looked at the tea he had just brewed with a pained expression, and after a moment of hesitation, chose to "lose face."

He took a deep breath, and the tea he had just spat out returned to the cup without leaving a drop, as if the scene had never happened.

Xia Du's eyes twitched. She had only ever heard of someone who was stingy, but today she witnessed firsthand that he "didn't give away a single drop."

I've learned something new.

But that's fine too, because these kinds of people are most susceptible to the power of money.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"First, let's clarify, are you referring to a million items, or items worth a million?"

With the Luo family as her backing, Xia Du got a taste of what it was like to be rich. She smoothed the folds of her bishop's red robe and said disdainfully:

"If it's the latter, would I need to discuss this?"

Wow, this is awesome! I never knew working for someone else could be so enjoyable!

Upon hearing this, Fan Buzhe took a deep breath, removed his tortoiseshell glasses, and forced a greasy smile:

"I have three reasons not to be angry with the old man, I have no reason to argue about whether it's true or false, and I have no reason to mess with money."

"So what exactly are these regulations?"

Xia Du then quoted Yue Lai's original words:

"At least seven figures worth of fake relics, of any type, but each one must have a special effect attached to it—"

"We want the holder to see their great-grandmother!"