Sir! Don't close the net!

After frowning and thinking for a while, Li Yili said, "It's also possible that there's no need for a surprise inspection. Rather than intercepting them, it's better to catch them red-handed. After all, no one will care if they're intercepted, but catching them red-handed can at least be publicized."

“I think so too,” Al echoed. “It’s strange that the pollutants that were targeted were able to get onto the transport line. It just shows that the other departments besides Life and the Crusade were in sync on this matter.”

“The premise is that they can catch them red-handed,” Li Yili said, plopping down in her chair and crossing her legs. “Since the handover can be completed this afternoon, it’s time to start preparing for the second phase. El, you explain.”

"I understand."

El took a step forward, opened the notebook with his left hand, and cleared his throat by making a fist with his right hand in front of his mouth.

"Next, we will distribute the pollutants to every resident of Guoweiton."

Everyone present except Li Yili stared wide-eyed in disbelief at El, whose expression held a hint of pride.

Abu Jean struggled to push his chin back in, raising his trembling hand, "Executor El, are you... are you serious?"

To put it bluntly, pollutants are something that can't be seen by the public. Even without the Crusades investigating, they would still transport them secretly, afraid of being seen by the residents of Guoweiton. But now, El is saying that he wants to distribute the pollutants to every resident of Guoweiton?!

He couldn't understand it, and not only he couldn't understand it, but none of the Yunzhong executives present could understand it.

El shook his head helplessly. He had the same expression when Li Yili told him about the plan, but he immediately understood what Li Yili meant, while the others seemed to lack this understanding.

“Guoweiton is almost completely isolated from the world. The residents of Guoweiton have never even seen any real heritage, so how could they possibly distinguish between pollutants and heritage?” Al sighed. “Do you think the residents of Guoweiton trust us or the airborne Crusade?”

“This… of course it’s us, but the Crusades are a regular army after all,” Abu Jean said after a moment’s hesitation. “If it really comes down to a fight, it’s hard to say. The Crusades should have many ways to make the residents of Guoweiton aware of the pollution problem.”

"Stealing someone's job is no different from killing their mother, let alone taking away their future."

Li Yili picked up the glass, held it in front of her right eye, and turned her chair to face Abu Jean. The distorted right eye, refracted through the glass, caused Abu Jean to instinctively turn his face away.

"There are many ways to do things, but only if there is space to do them. If we tell the residents of Gowerton that these [goods] are for the restoration of the Gowerton Temple, what will they think?"

Except for El, who already knew about the plan, everyone stared wide-eyed.

"What would happen if we told the inhabitants of Gowerton that once the temple of Gowerton was restored, the land of Gowerton would become as prosperous as other places, and their descendants would have the same strong physiques and intelligent minds as those in other places, while the Crusades would not allow such a thing to happen?"

“No matter what the Crusaders say or prove, they won’t believe it and will hide the pollutants well,” Abu Jean replied instinctively. “And the Crusaders would never imagine that we would dare to distribute the pollutants to the residents of Guoweiton.”

Al nodded with satisfaction.

"So how do we recycle those pollutants?" Seaman asked.

"This problem is simple!"

Li Yili smiled brightly, clapped her hands, walked into the kitchen, pushed out a huge blackboard, picked up the chalk, and wrote several large characters on it.

[Guoweidun Temple Revitalization Event]

This time, including El, everyone looked completely bewildered.

“Ahem—everyone has a responsibility to revive the Guoweidun Temple, and every Guoweidun resident should participate,” Li Yili tapped the word “activity” on the chalk. “We provide tangible assistance, and they provide their heartfelt support.”

“I see. So we’re letting the residents of Guoweiton hand over the pollutants themselves?” Al rested his chin on his hand, his eyes lighting up slightly. “That’s certainly feasible. We happen to have the latest list, so we don’t have to worry about missing anyone.”

“That’s right, the next key point is how to cooperate effectively with the Crusader forces,” Li Yili said, toying with the chalk in her hand.

"They certainly can't leave empty-handed, but they can't afford to harm innocent, or rather, ignorant, residents of Guoweidun, as that would give the ever-watchful Galar Horn an excuse, Guoweidun..."

They're not worth it. (**)

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“A bred of the old gods, teeming with pollutants and near-madness, is far more delicious than the young of a black goat that is all ordinary people and lives in a remote town like Guoweidun.”

Li Yili's sinister smile sent chills down the spines of everyone except El.

"Of course, to achieve a tacit understanding and cooperation in a short period of time, someone needs to make contact with the Crusades."

Just as El clenched his fist and was about to speak, Li Yili flicked her nails and said, "Of course, only I can handle this."

After all, it was he who filed the report under his real name.

“No arguments allowed,” Li Yili waved her hand. “If you have any other opinions on the other aspects, feel free to raise them. There’s still time.”

El opened his mouth, remained silent for a while, then shook his head firmly. "I have no objections. This is the black goat's only hope."

The other Yunzhong executives, who initially had reservations about Li Yili, were deeply impressed by her willingness to take on the most dangerous part, and their dislike for her diminished considerably.

"Then let's do it."

Li Yili turned her head to look at the blackboard and whistled.

Of course, it wasn't just his wild guess that Guo Weidun's descendants would have strong physiques and intelligent minds. Once he actually took control of Guo Weidun, he would use the logistics capabilities of the sheep village to control prices, ensuring that all residents could afford beef and milk. With improved food, their descendants would naturally be strong and healthy.

Then he can improve Guo Weidun's educational environment and lay a solid foundation, and naturally he will develop a smart brain.

This is much more practical than receiving blessings from a temple.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Lorkis! It's Lorkis!

"It's not here, it's not here, it's not here either!"

Inside the minister's office, Yeropo An squatted in front of the ripped-open safe, his hands gripping the sides of the documents, the veins on his forehead bulging and slowly wriggling as if insects were burrowing into his head.

The voices swirling in his ears were becoming clearer and their contents were increasing. Jeroboam, as a chosen one of the gods, knew very well that this was proof that he was losing control.

Yeroboam wanted to destroy everything around him to vent his unease and fear, but if he did that, he would completely lose control and have no hope left, if at that time he still knew what hope was.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot go berserk and lose control; he must remain calm, even if it is just outward calmness and safety, it will be enough to maintain his current fragile mental state.

“There definitely will be,” Yeropo An said, resisting the urge to tear the documents in his hand to shreds as he flipped through the pages. “Della Pal couldn’t have recovered for no reason. She must have done something. Something so important couldn’t have been done in a day or two. There must have been a record.”

The clues that emerged amidst the chaos cleared Yeropon's muddled mind somewhat, but the sounds around him grew increasingly jarring.

Don't be curious! That's wrong!

[Lorkis! It's Lorkis! He's a fraud!]

Don't come any closer! He will only bring misfortune!

Don't believe it! Don't believe it!

Dark blood dripped from his nose onto the document, but Yeropo An didn't notice. His frog-like bulging eyes kept contracting, his fingers gripping the document kept gathering blood, and his flipping through the pages became increasingly agitated.

Yun Zhong, who was passing by outside the door, felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously moved closer to the door. His eyes widened in shock.

"I can't hear anything, I can't hear anything... I'm perfectly normal, I'm not crazy..."

The low, numb murmur seemed to have a physical presence, piercing through the crack in the door and tightly strangling his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Splash—"

The murmurs gradually faded away. Yun Zhong felt his body relax, and he stumbled back several steps before falling to the ground with a thud. He clutched his neck and stared at the door in front of him with a look of horror. The other Yun Zhong members also noticed this unusual scene and stared stiffly at the door of the minister's office.

5:32 PM.

The minister's office was roughly pushed aside, accompanied by a foul stench. Two hands covered in bumps hung limply as Yerobo An staggered through the door. The surrounding cloud followers trembled in fear and dared not approach.

One of the most loyal members of the Yun faction gritted his teeth, carefully approached with a document in hand, and said, "Acting Minister, the goods have all arrived. Next..."

Yun Zhong's mouth dropped open, because Yerobo An in front of him had turned his head around. His body was still moving forward, but his head had turned 180 degrees to him, staring straight into his eyes. His ferocious and terrifying appearance was just like that of a corpse that had hanged itself.

Yun Zhong felt a chill run down his spine and swallowed the rest of his words, shouting as if to bolster his courage, "Acting Minister, you've worked hard!"

The crowd around them, equally startled, straightened up and forced themselves to shout along.

"Goodbye, Acting Minister!"

"Have a safe journey, Acting Minister!"

Yerobo An slowly turned his head back and slowly descended the stairs, muttering words that sent chills down the spines of the surrounding cloud followers.

"I'm not crazy."

"I've found the right direction..."

"Right here."

Along the way, no one dared to greet Jeroboam; they simply kept their mouths shut.

With his eyes wide open, he shouted things like, "Acting Minister, you've worked hard," as if trying to bolster his courage.

"Hey~ isn't this the acting minister? Leaving get off work so early today?"

The window of the guard booth opened with a whoosh, and Li Yili acted as if nothing strange had happened, supporting herself on the window frame with her left hand and raising her right hand to wave at Yerobo An.

"You look terrible. Is something... urgent?" Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly.

He's dead.

Several members of the Cloud Clan laughed gleefully.

Even the most loyal Yunzhong dared not meet Yerobo An's gaze at this moment, which shows just how bad Yerobo An's condition was. Li Yili actually used something that was almost provocative at this moment. No, Li Yili was provoking Yerobo An.

Tonight, I will definitely become a corpse.

Yerobo An abruptly stopped, his face contorted as he stared at Li Yili, the bulging veins on his forehead twisting into a knot like a pupa about to hatch. His chaotic mind found a direction to vent because of Li Yili's voice.

Levi-Isti Richard was a confidant of Dela Pal.

He must know the secret of Dela Pal's recovery.

Kill him, torture him!

no--

Absolutely do not think in this direction. Stay calm, you must stay calm!

Yerobo An took two deep breaths and stiffly turned his head, as if he saw and heard nothing.

If Li Yili is truly special, then the Black Goat has every reason to come for Li Yili and to speak to him for Li Yili's sake.

There was a person roaring inside him.

The black goat is talking to me because it doesn't understand my behavior!

It's absolutely impossible that they're speaking to me on behalf of anyone!

It's even less likely to be because of an ordinary person!

That's right! This man is just an insignificant person! There's absolutely no way he could know Dela Pal's secret!

So as long as I succeed, the black goat will change his opinion of me!

Watching Yerobo An's retreating figure, who looked like a stray dog, Li Yili raised her chin slightly and raised her eyebrows.

Yerobo An wouldn't lay a hand on him. He knew very well the behavior patterns of the chosen ones, especially those who were close to going berserk. Dela Pal was like that. Even if El directly refuted him or yelled at him, Dela Pal would just endure it, pretend to be calm, and do nothing in order to deceive himself.

Even the most arrogant person will set aside their pride when they are on the verge of madness.