Sir! Don't close the net!

In this way, Al-Chonno would have no way to trick those families into taking away pregnant women. After discovering that the black goat's offspring could not freely move pollutants and offerings, the old days would completely abandon the city of Guoweidun. The old days were not some charitable organization that would not considerately arrange new areas and new jobs for the unemployed.

As for Yunzhong, aside from anything else, their loyalty is unparalleled. Even if they are practically abandoned, they will not think of resigning and leaving. They will continue to work hard, hoping that one day the organization will need them. Of course, as long as you tell them that the money earned in Yangcun has helped the organization, they will be as happy as if they have been promoted.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Indescribable Knowledge

Afterwards, Li Yili talked a lot about how, rather than killing El Qiaonuo, he had ideas and plans to completely disable the black goat's offspring, leaving them only able to survive as a logistics company, Goat Village. Before his transmigration, he was not a talent for management; he was just an ordinary person who had watched many TV series on the subject.

Unfortunately, the level here is too low. It's obvious that their vision is limited by the magical power of the inheritance. If they just change their knowledge and common sense from before they transmigrated, they can transform the chaotic operating mode of this society.

Li Yili was not worried that Dela Pal would suspect him because of this. In Dela Pal's eyes, the black goat's cubs had always been a burden that prevented him from leaving Guoweidun, and Al-Qiong was an eyesore who was trying to drag him down with him.

In the midst of the joy of becoming a cadre, Dela Pal naturally wouldn't lower herself to deal with El-Jonor, who was just an ordinary person. Dela Pal was naturally happy to see someone tormenting El-Jonor and the young black goat that El-Jonor loved most.

It's settled—

The thought of becoming the youngest minister of the Black Goat and secretly the master of Guo Weidun made Li Yili unable to help but curl the corners of her mouth.

This way, it won't be taken seriously by headquarters, it can ensure that the young black goats can be rendered unusable, prevent the free transfer of contaminants and offerings in and out of Guoweidun, and stop the infusion of fresh blood into life. Most importantly...

He was still an undercover agent! He was able to endure the humiliation and accept the undercover agent's reward, and remained firmly in the position of the Black Goat's Young Minister.

He also regrets that he is unable to contribute further to the organization.

Cool--

Dela Pal, who hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, gently placed her wine glass aside, stood up, put her hands behind her back, and nodded. "I'm very relieved to have you in the minister's position. It's getting late, be careful on your way back."

The old butler, who had been sitting in the corner like a lonely ghost, pushed open the oak door in his wheelchair.

"Oh, goodbye, future cadre."

Having envisioned a bright future for the next twenty years, Li Yili waved energetically to Dela Pal and followed the old butler briskly through the open oak door.

Leaving Dela Pal's residence, looking at the seemingly endless, winding wilderness road under the starlight, Li Yili felt a pang of regret. She should have made Yolan wait for her; it wasn't like he wasn't going to pay.

Li Yili subconsciously turned her head to look at Dela Pal's residence behind her. It was a house converted from a monastery, so there must be many empty rooms, but the decoration style was really off-putting. Living here, she would probably dream of some scary things at night.

Li Yili sighed deeply, pulled up her collar, hunched her shoulders, and braced herself to start walking. At the same time, she made up her mind and, after making sure no one was around, began to loudly recite three hundred Tang poems.

"Goose, goose, goose—"

"Uh……"

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After waving goodbye to Marcel and Yolan, Abu Jean, carrying the canned liquor that Joe had given him, leaned against an unlit gas lamp by the roadside and sighed deeply. "Executive, I thought you meant that relaxation is also part of the job. I didn't expect it to actually be part of the job. Seriously, is this level of work really worth putting aside a mountain of accounts to investigate?"

Abu Jang lowered his head, slowly squatted down against the gas lamp, and, fueled by alcohol, began to grumble.

“Abu, is the account you have really worth risking your life to investigate?” El Giono asked in response to Abu Jean’s complaints.

“Of course! For the mission and the faith, I’m willing to do anything!” Abu Jean immediately raised his voice. “For the organization, for Guo Weidun, we must complete the plan no matter what!”

“Our real enemy might be Dela Pal, the Chosen One, Dela Pal,” El-Jiongno said, lowering his hands and, fueled by the alcohol, finally voicing the conclusion he had been holding back all day.

"Huh? How, how could this be!" Abu Rang suddenly stood up, sobered up instantly, and stammered, "No, wasn't our enemy supposed to be Li Yili, who infiltrated from some unknown department?!"

He was actually very grateful that Dela Pal was not their enemy; their real enemy was Li Yili, who was reselling supplies of black goat calves. So he felt like he had been freed from his shackles and was full of energy all day.

But now El-Jonor tells him that the enemy they need to deal with is still Dela Pal, and... El-Jonor even emphasizes that it is the Chosen One Dela Pal.

That would be no joke.

“My friend will be coming to Guoweiton tomorrow. He says he has something very important to tell me in person. Although it’s just speculation, I think it’s highly likely. The person who’s been reselling the contaminants allocated to the young black goats and collecting the offerings isn’t Li Yili, but Dela Pal,” El-Jiongno said, pinching the bridge of his nose and frowning.

“How could this be…” Abu Rang’s lips trembled. “Why? Why would he, as minister… do this?”

"In order to gain the support of other ministers, and in order to obtain a legacy that would allow me to get promoted."

“Della Parr specifically established an accounting system in Guoweiton to be consistent with other regions, not to gain the trust of Guoweiton residents, but to make it easier to resell the supplies allocated to us to other departments.”

Al-Chonno pinched the bridge of his nose and covered his forehead with his fingers, his left hand clenching tightly.

"How could this happen—" Abu Jean clutched his head tightly.

Although it's just speculation, a little investigation should reveal some clues, because Dela Pal definitely didn't start doing this this year; she may have been doing it ever since she arrived in Guweiton.

But what good are the clues they find? All the ministers in the world have likely been bribed by Dela Pal; who can they turn to?

They, and indeed all the young black goats, were fed and consumed by Dela Pal.

Starlight shone on Al-Jonor and Abu Jean, making them look like the most ridiculous and pathetic creatures in the world, abandoned on the street.

After a while, Al-Qiong shook his head, his back no longer as straight as before. "Abu, go back and get some rest."

After saying that, El-Jiongno staggered and disappeared into the starlight.

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Dela Pal glanced at the empty wine bottle at her feet, then at her own glass still filled with murky liquid, and finally her gaze settled on the clean wine glass that Li Yili had placed to the side. Her eyelids lowered slightly as she asked.

What did you hear?

Like a ghost, the old butler appeared beside the oak gate, staring intently at Della Parr, who stood before the moss-covered statue.

After a long while, the old butler spoke in a hoarse voice, "From the moment you asked, sir, 'What do you think should be done?' Mr. Levi-Estée Richard..."

The sound became very strange.

"It was a language I had never heard before. The syllables were simple and resonant, with clear boundaries and a strong sense of rhythm. The tonal variations were natural, like music. I can't describe how I felt, but I was certain that it was conveying something that didn't exist in this world..."

The flames burning in the fireplace suddenly began to sway from side to side. A foul stench wafted from the moss-covered statue under the stained glass, and a viscous liquid oozed from between the emerald green moss, but was quickly absorbed by the moss. The strange bumps formed by the accumulated moss swelled up a little more.

"Something indescribable."

Della Parr grinned.

"Compared to this, humph—the unknown knowledge gained from absorbing the legacy is a backward and insignificant fragment of the world I've pieced together before me."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sorry, I'm about to start mocking you.

The next morning, Li Yili, who had just arrived at Yang Village, keenly noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere among the crowd.

The alliance that had been forming against him was now clearly cracking. The Yun Clan members who had been giving him the cold shoulder turned their faces away the moment they saw him and quickened their pace to escape from his sight.

Li Yili subconsciously rubbed her hands together. Her back and legs no longer ached. She quickened her pace and climbed the stairs. Sure enough, El-Qiong, who had disappeared after clocking in two days ago, was sitting at his desk silently processing documents. The surrounding crowd was visibly decadent and frustrated.

Li Yili didn't like to mock people, and he greatly admired those who were not afraid of power and fought for the collective interest. Unfortunately, the collective interest that Al-Qiono cared about was the young of the black goat. He was involved in smuggling pollutants and tricking local residents into sending away their pregnant wives or underage children.

Well, sorry, I'm about to start making sarcastic remarks.

Li Yili walked straight through the flustered crowd and stood opposite Al-Qiong's desk. She raised her hand and slammed it heavily on the document Al-Qiong was about to process, then bent down.

"Yo yo yo—isn't this CEO Al-Jiong? What a rare guest! Have you finished your business outside?"

El-Qiong's face twitched, his right hand gripping the pen tightly. The surrounding crowd either dared not speak out in anger or kept their heads down in silence.

They are passionate, but that doesn't mean they are fools. The reason they secretly help Al-Jonor is twofold: first, they are indignant, and second, they believe in Al-Jonor's abilities. They have a one percent chance of reversing the situation. If there is not even a one percent chance, they would not be so foolish as to be passionately passionate without any results.

"It can't be that it hasn't been released yet, can it?"

"Ah~ I wonder who made that boast in front of the branch secretary."

Li Yili glanced at the surrounding Yun Clan out of the corner of his eye. Many of the younger Yun Clan members looked indignant. He was certain that if he continued to speak in a sarcastic tone, these impulsive young Yun Clan members would immediately rush up to him.

This won't do. If we don't give them a good talking-to now, they'll definitely cause some trouble later. For example, they might shout slogans like "Although the organization didn't ask us to prepare offerings, it's still something we should do," and then go ahead and carry out some kind of blood ritual in Guoweidun.

"boom--"

A heavy thud rang in everyone's ears. The old Yun members subconsciously lowered their heads, while the young and impulsive Yun members were also startled by the sudden sound. Before they could react, Li Yili raised her hand and slammed it heavily on the table.

“It’s wrong to run away from your mistakes, Executive Officer Al-Jonor.”

"boom--"

"Don't you think you should apologize to the branch leader?!"

"boom--"

"Because of your pride, no work has been assigned from above yet."

"boom--"

With each reprimand, Li Yili would slam his hand on the table, using the heavy sound to intimidate the young and impulsive Yunzhong, silencing them and crushing their self-esteem and courage to resist. It would be terrible if these guys outwardly complied but inwardly defied him when he used them to renovate Guoweidun later.

The young Yunzhong, who had never witnessed such methods before, took a few steps back with pale faces. They no longer dared to glare at Li Yili as before, but simply watched from the sidelines. However, the oppressive aura made them realize the difference in their status.

"Executive Director Levi-Estée Richard—"

Al-Jiong suddenly loosened his tightly clenched fist and raised his head with a forced smile.

“I’m still working. Even if this is my last day working in Sheep Village, I will finish all my work.”

"Is that so? Then you should get back to work," Li Yili sneered, waved her hand, and turned to leave.

Only after Li Yili's figure completely disappeared did the stiff, time-stopped office begin to flow again. Some of the Cloud Clan members sat back down in their seats, their faces ashen, and buried themselves in their work, while others lingered, looking uneasily in the direction of El-Qiong.

After a while, a member of the Cloud Clan came to Al-Qiong's desk. "Executive, yesterday Li Yili contacted those families who were preparing to go abroad. I followed him and found out something."

"He kept urging those families not to go abroad. I suspect he might be an undercover agent here! The lost supplies must be related to him. There's still time! As long as we find evidence, we can prove that this failure wasn't due to our inability, but rather that someone was sabotaging us."

"Headquarters will definitely give us another chance!"

In an instant, the other Yunzhong who had been suppressed by Li Yili and could not lift their heads also had their hopes rekindled.

Al-Chonno paused, then looked up after a brief silence. "Li Yili, he took the money, didn't he?"

The Yunzhong standing in front of El-Qiong froze, their gaze instinctively shifting away, without answering.

But at this moment, silence is the best response.

Al-Jonor sighed softly, "Profiting from one's position is nothing more than something a morally questionable person like Levi's Estée Richard would do. As long as the matter itself is not ruined, headquarters will not care what Levi's Estée Richard does in the process."

El-Qiong's dejected tone made Yun Zhong, who had been following Li Yili, realize something. He raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the table. Just as he was about to speak, an incoherent voice came from the stairwell.

"This is the first time I've seen you so dejected. Has Al-Jonor, who vowed to make the Black Goat's cub the best department outside of life, finally had his spine broken by reality?"

Everyone instinctively looked over and saw a man with a flamboyant head of silver curly hair leaning against the door frame. When he saw everyone looking over, he even raised his hand and flicked the curly hair on his forehead.

"Ele Moses! You actually came straight here!" Al-Qiong suddenly stood up, his face full of surprise.

“There are some things I have to tell you in person,” Yile Moses said, lowering his hands and his unreliable expression suddenly turning serious.

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"Going out?"

Li Yili tilted her head to the side.