Sir! Don't close the net!

"Hello, Mr. Al-Jonor."

The coachman quickly got off the carriage, rubbing his hands together as he approached Al-Jonor.

Although he doesn't have children yet, it's only a matter of time.

El-Jonor paused, glancing at the coachman's side pocket where a striking gold glint was visible. He then looked at Li Yili's residence not far away, raised an eyebrow slightly, as if realizing something, and gave the coachman a friendly smile.

Chapter Four: The Promised Superman is Angry

El Giono smiled and waved as he watched the coachman leave. Abou Jean, standing behind El Giono, also waved goodbye. Only after the carriage had completely disappeared from their sight did Abou Jean voice his doubts.

"Executive, is it really a good idea to make such a promise to that coachman?"

"Huh? What promise?" Al-Jonor didn't turn around.

Abu Jean blinked and lowered his voice, "It's about waiting for that coachman's wife to get pregnant, then sending her to Hagen so their child can have Hagen residency. Even you, as an executive officer, would have a hard time doing that, judging from that coachman's appearance..."

Abu Jean hesitated for a moment before complaining.

"I might actually get pregnant in the next few days."

“It doesn’t matter how many promises are made that were never intended to be kept,” El-Jonor glanced at Abu Jean. “Besides, pregnant women are the best sacrifices. Wouldn’t it be a good thing if she really got pregnant in the next few days?”

Abu Jean felt a chill run down his spine. El Giono spoke as casually and naturally as a sheep grazing, but the content was as eerie as the sheep's eyes hidden among its slightly curly hair—the eyes of a demon.

Al-Chonno served as executive officer of the young branch of the Goweton Black Goats for four years. The biggest reason he was so beloved by the Goweton residents was that he could help their children obtain residency in Hagen or other regions.

Even the most basic social security in Hagen is infinitely better than in Gowerton.

It was precisely because of this success that this trust has lasted until now, but according to Al-Jonor, it seems that Al-Jonor has never... kept his promise, or even had the thought of keeping it.

How did Al-Jonor convince the residents that he could do it?

Abu Rang forcefully suppressed his question, keeping a straight face and remaining silent.

He dared not ask.

Al-Chonno noticed Abu Jean's expression and then looked toward Li Yili's residence.

“Abu, you were born in Guoweiton and have never left Guoweiton, right?”

“Yes!” Abu Jean stood up straight.

“I’ve been to Hagen, so I can say for sure that it’s impossible for the descendants of the Guweiton people to get Hagen’s residency and become Hagen’s citizens,” Al Chonau sneered. “The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and animals.”

"This……"

Abu Jean instinctively wanted to refute this; there was no doubt that the Gowetons had been belittled by El Giono to the point of being less than animals. But El Giono's next words made Abu Jean lower his head.

"Temple".

In ancient times, temples were buildings where gods were worshipped and where the power of the gods resided. Different temples would have different effects on the creatures within their range. The more temples there were and the more powerful the gods were, the stronger the local life would be, and humans would be the most affected.

The more temples a place has where one grows, the more and more powerful the divine legacy it can receive in the future.

Guoweidun had only one dilapidated temple, almost unrecognizable, while Hagen alone had over a hundred temples they knew of.

In this respect, the Hagen people and the Goweden people are completely different species, which is why the Goweden people try every means to ensure that their children are born in Hagen.

“Even if you mixed a monkey with a baby, it would be immediately spotted, and no one would raise a monkey, especially one with the intention of taking over the resources they had planned from the beginning. For them, that would be an insult,” said Al.

Qiao Nuo's voice was cold, and what he said was even colder.

Because that's called reality.

Abu Jean looked at El-Jonor with utter bewilderment, "Then what should we do..."

As Abu Jean had anticipated, El Giono answered him with remarkable speed.

"Of course, we should become human and complete this séance. When the gods descend, we will not receive power diluted over countless years, but rather a more direct power from a completely new god."

Abu Jean's eyes lit up, but he immediately shrank back. "But isn't this ceremony impossible to complete? After all, this is Gowerton, headquarters... We never thought we could pull it off from the start."

This is why they dare not stand firmly on El-Jiong's side in this matter. Only the powerful dragons sent down from above can suppress Dela Pal, this local bully, but only if the powerful dragons take them seriously.

Perhaps headquarters only intends to use this incident to make Dela Pal give up and stay here obediently until the end; perhaps headquarters is just testing Dela Pal's loyalty. There are many possibilities, but one thing is certain: they will not be the beneficiaries.

But they are likely to be the ones who suffer losses, so they can only protect themselves. He accompanied Al-Jonor here purely out of passion.

“No, it’s precisely because headquarters believes that Guo Weedon can complete the séance that they issued that request,” Al Chonno’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’ve seen the framework I drafted, right? As long as we follow that framework, we can definitely complete headquarters’ request within a month.”

"But now most of the contaminants we prepared have been lost, and all five hundred offerings have also disappeared."

“That’s why we need to get back those pollutants, those sacrifices,” Al-Jiong slapped Abu Jean’s shoulder hard, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. “Do you want to be a monkey for the rest of your life, and your descendants can only be monkeys, or do you want to be human?”

Abu Jean felt a surge of intense emotion welling up inside him, a feeling that had been chilling him to the bone. "I want to be human! What should I do!"

El-Chonno smiled with relief and turned to look at Li Yili's residence in the distance. "Those pollutants and offerings couldn't have disappeared for no reason. Someone must have tampered with them."

"Is it the branch chief and Levi's Est. Richard?" Abu Jean immediately understood what El-Jono meant.

“A branch secretary’s salary can’t afford to casually reward his confidant with such a large ranch.”

Al-Chonor's eyes were incredibly sharp.

"Levi's Est. Richard, although not very capable and not capable of anything great, must know something as the branch manager's confidant. He probably made a lot of money in the process, and may even be able to keep a mistress."

As he spoke, Al-Jonaud took a photograph out of his pocket and handed it to Abu Jean.

Abu Jean immediately took the photo, intending only to glance at it casually, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the beautiful woman in the photo, who was walking down the street with blonde hair. Born in Guweiton, he could only describe the woman in the photo as someone he had never seen before.

"This woman is Walchai Rae, the mistress of Levi-Istie Richard. You could only buy a second-hand copy of her outfit in Hagen if you worked for three years without eating or drinking at the branch."

Al-Chonno's addition broke Abu Jean's heart.

Chapter Five: The woman you fell in love with at first sight is someone else's mistress.

People often realize they are in love when they have just broken up with their boyfriend.

Abou Jean felt he had fallen for Valkyrie, who was like a Valkyrie, both heroic and beautiful. If he could meet Valkyrie on the street in the photo, he would definitely use all sorts of "ah~ oh~" to express his love to her. He really liked Valkyrie's eyes, which were both heroic and dazzling.

But Valkyrie was the mistress of Levi-Estée Richard.

"I'm going to ask that guy Levi's Est. Richard right now!" Abu Jang tugged at his collar, his face flushed as he looked towards Levi's residence. "The loss of the contaminants and the disappearance of the offerings must have been his doing!"

If he could, he would have preferred to use the excuse that Levi-Estée Richard had bullied and forced Valhae Rae into becoming his mistress, but Valhae Rae looked happy in the photo.

"What do you know about Levi Strauss Richard?"

El Jono glanced deeply at Li Yili's residence, then turned and strode towards Guo Weidun, raising his hand to beckon to Abu Rang.

Al-Qiong was furious, and he knew who had set him on fire. If he could, he would rush in right now, grab Li Yili by the collar, and give her a good beating. But he was an adult and an executive officer.

The most important thing now is to recover the contaminants and human sacrifices within a month and ensure the séance goes perfectly. Levi's Est. Richard is the key to him capturing Dela Pal. He must first find something on Levi's Est. Richard, preferably something on his involvement in the embezzlement of the contaminants.

Therefore, we cannot alert them; threats of violence will only make Levi Esti Richard realize that they do not have crucial evidence.

“Except for the fact that Valhae Rae is his mistress.”

In Abu Jang's opening

Before that, Al-Chonno added a sentence.

Envious and jealous, Abu almost shouted that Levi Esti Richard was a bastard, but he had to swallow the words back. "I heard he's a top student from some famous university and even held some position in the foundation established by those students. I wonder why he came to Guoweiton."

I heard, but I don't know.

These vague descriptions made Al-Jonaud frown uncomfortably, but he didn't accuse Abu Jean, because that was all he knew.

Because they were both overlooked elites, Dela Pal, whose mind was full of thoughts about returning to headquarters as an officer, particularly trusted the man Levi's Estée Richard. And this man, who always simplified his name to Levi's Richard, did not disappoint Dela Pal's trust, always saying, "This is how elites like us do things."

He did not specifically investigate Li Yili's work report, but only heard some things about Li Yili's work from other employees' casual conversations.

"And what about his work?"

Abu Jang paused for a moment, looked around, and after confirming that no one else was around, he started rambling on and on as if he had opened a floodgate.

Meanwhile, El-Jonaud listened attentively as Abu Jean poured out his grievances, filtering out the irrelevant information influenced by Abu Jean's prejudice that Valkyrie was Li Yili's mistress.

He has no problem with his work ability, but he lacks experience and is extremely arrogant and ambitious. In meetings, he always belittles the ideas and opinions of other employees. Even in teamwork, he wields all the power and makes others serve him tea and water. If anyone voices even slightly against him, he will be punished in various ways.

“Several long-term employees have resigned because they doubted their ability to work here,” Abu Jean said, raising his hand and sliding his arm down.

"According to some senior colleagues, the plans he handled only seemed very efficient, but in reality, many oversights occurred afterward, resulting in us having to work our butts off to deal with them."

“We tried to protest, but we could only protest to the branch manager, and the branch manager… you know the branch manager’s attitude, Executive Officer.”

El-Chonno's furrowed brows relaxed considerably, which perfectly matched Li Yili's demeanor when he was being reprimanded by Dela Pal.

"This is a good thing."

"Huh?!" Abu Jean's eyes widened, completely bewildered as to why El Giono would say it was a good thing.

Li Yili was a confidant of the branch leader, Dela Pal. In the Guoweiton branch, he was second only to Li Yili. They could only listen to Li Yili. Just thinking about it made him so desperate that he wanted to resign.

“Because such a flawed and arrogant person is our enemy,” Al-Jiongno narrowed his eyes slightly. “He didn’t just appear in front of us today.”

Abu Jang was taken aback, then suddenly realized what El-Jono meant.

Having always taken the blame for Li Yili and handled a ton of critical matters, they knew better than anyone that Li Yili was impatient for quick success and arrogant. As her subordinates, they naturally suffered greatly. However, if they were acting to find something to use against Li Yili, that would be a different story.

Li Yili must have some secret she doesn't want exposed, otherwise Branch Chief Dela Pal wouldn't have considered her one of his own and trusted her so much.

What should we do now?

Al-Jonor paused, the decaying wind blowing from Guoweidun ruffling the hair on his forehead, his eerie green eyes gleaming with cold ruthlessness.

"The ledger."

"The ledger?" Abu Jean paused, then immediately looked troubled. "The ledger for the Black Goat's cubs has always been in the branch manager's hands. My part was responsible for organizing it, um—"

Abu Jean raised his hand to his temple, his brows furrowed tightly, trying to rummage through the sea of ​​memories to find the long string of numbers that had passed through his hands. But in the end, he gave up. The numbers were too similar. He would miss a line when processing them, let alone memorize them.

However, given his level, he probably wouldn't be able to handle any important documents anyway, and even if he remembered them all, it would only increase their meaningless workload.

Abu Jean comforted himself in this way.

“No, we’re not checking the branch’s ledgers right now,” Al-Chonno quickened his pace.

If we can obtain the complete ledger of the black goat's offspring, we can uncover many things, and it will become possible to recover the contaminants and the sacrificial offerings.

Al-Jiong also knew that they had no way of getting the ledger from Dela Pal. Putting aside Dela Pal's original attitude, Dela Pal was now making it clear that he wanted him to take all the responsibility and ask Dela Pal for the ledger.

He didn't dare accept De La Pal.

They couldn't do it, but there was one person who could: Dela Pal's confidant, Li Yili.

"Go to the Gowerton Tax Office."