Sir! Don't close the net!

Li Yili picked up the hot tea and took a sip, subconsciously wanting to show off his extensive vocabulary. However, the hot tea wasn't very tasty; it could only be described as flavorful water, and his vocabulary wasn't as rich as he had imagined.

"To stop drinking this awful water, I want to become the sole ruler of this world," Li Yili said, putting down her cup and flicking it away with her fingernails.

Abel, sitting opposite Li Yili, twitched at the corner of his eye.

This is the fifth time Li Yili has said that she wants to become the sole ruler of this world. Five minutes ago, Li Yili wanted to become the sole ruler of this world because the train was too noisy. Twenty minutes ago, Li Yili wanted to become the ruler of this world because there were no pretty female attendants on the train. Before that, she complained that the train was not cool enough.

Now it's because the tea doesn't taste good enough.

“You seem very calm,” Abel said, covering his face and looking up in thought for a moment before pulling down hard. “You don’t seem worried at all.”

“Remove the ‘seems’ and ‘appears’,” Li Yili said, interlacing her fingers. “I am not only very calm, but I am also not worried at all that Instar’s development will exceed my plans.”

“Don’t underestimate Bishop Azawi’s methods; they are not just priests who only know how to pray.”

“You’d better not underestimate those Instas residents, they…” Li Yili crossed her arms and laughed coldly, “They’re not human batteries to be manipulated.”

After a brief silence, Abel slowly spoke, "They are indeed not human batteries."

After saying this, Abel crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and stopped talking, clearly not intending to continue the conversation.

This annoyed Li Yili. Although he sometimes spoke in riddles, it was only to show off. He would then translate it himself in plain language to prevent others from misunderstanding.

Li Yili couldn't help but mutter, "They're clearly favored by the gods, yet they have more concerns than an ordinary person like me."

Abel was, after all, a chosen one of God, possessing a higher level of life than him, and knowledge from a completely unknown world. Outwardly, they might also be human, but inwardly it was hard to say. How much of them still belonged to humanity, and how much of them had become part of another world? Even the chosen one of God himself couldn't tell. Perhaps the next second, they would go mad, or perhaps they would become normal in another world, which would be more accurate.

It must be said that if Abel hadn't had so many concerns, he really wouldn't have had the courage to sit calmly opposite Abel and have a conversation with him like this.

Thinking about it this way, he was somewhat hypocritical, having gotten a good deal but still acting innocent.

"This is... what our God desires..."

Li Yili looked at Abel, who was still leaning against the window with his eyes closed, looking as if he were asleep.

Li Yili snorted and glanced down at his pocket watch. He had chosen the route that would be closest to Thorn City when passing through it, but Thorn City was, after all, within Eden and was the former capital, so the journey would take at least four hours.

If Valkyrie were here, these four hours would probably not be so boring, but Thorn City is not a tourist attraction, and his Valkyrie status alone means he can't pack Valkyrie in his luggage.

Logically, he should have gone to sleep by now, but Thorns was, after all, a destroyed former capital. While the Crusaders wouldn't so brazenly dismantle an existing route, they...

There's no way to find a stop along the way, so if you oversleep, the journey will be much longer.

He couldn't very well expect Abel to wake him up; in fact, he might have to wake Abel himself, given the extremely delicate balance they were currently maintaining.

"It's agonizing..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Ips held his head in his hands, staring intently at the various job applications in front of him. Normally, he would have been laughing his head off, but now he felt incredibly tormented because these were no longer the top waiter applications that he could easily glance at, but a bunch of names and faces he didn't recognize at all.

Although he is the curator of the Instas Museum, he has many side businesses, which are in dire straits due to the loss of a large number of employees caused by Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits' operations in Instas. The flood of job applications is just the right thing to solve his immediate problem.

But if he were to stamp the document, it would mean that he would actually have to hire these people. The regulations that were only intended for people like McCarthy and Joshua who would never deliver on their promises of benefits and security would be applied to every new employee, which would be a huge expense.

But most importantly, he received a signal from this phenomenon.

Due to the loss of a large number of employees, many of Instar's industries were almost paralyzed. However, Sheep Village Logistics' ticket lottery successfully brought the lost employees back to the market. But he was not stupid. He would not naively think that Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirit were sending a signal to their circle of actual controllers of Instar that they wanted to compromise.

In fact, the situation is exactly the opposite; it means they need to choose sides.

The residents of Instass were returning to the market because they wanted tickets from the prize pool of the wishing bottles provided by Sheep Village Logistics.

But what if Yangcun Logistics says that a certain company's invoice is invalid? What if Yangcun Logistics then says that because someone from a certain company is unwilling to cooperate, it is unfortunately invalid?

If it's just the former, the residents of Instas might complain a bit, then quickly change jobs, just like how they flocked to Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits regardless of what happened to the Instas market. But if it's the latter, they... are doomed. Not only the companies they control, but all their open and covert businesses will go under.

Because their businesses are no longer eligible for raffles, their value is reduced to zero in the eyes of Instas residents, and they become the culprits behind the decrease in Instas residents' access to raffle tickets.

However, if they side with Sheep Village Logistics, offending Austin is a minor matter; what's truly frightening is that they will completely lose their sovereignty over the Indian Market.

The requirement that a certain total number of tickets be collected before a lottery can be drawn is a very subtle and dangerous statement. If tickets of equal value are drawn, the Sheep Village only needs to say that a certain company's tickets are only worth three-quarters of the tickets, and the company's market value will be directly reduced by a quarter. Conversely, if they say that a certain company's tickets are worth two-quarters of the tickets, the company's market value will directly double, making it a highly sought-after profession among the residents of Instas.

Yangcun Logistics hasn't announced the so-called invoice ratio yet, which seems like he's overthinking things. But the fact that he's overthinking things is the real overthinking. Yangcun Logistics is just giving them time to figure out how to grovel.

They only had two options left.

In a game against Austin where every step could be a disaster, they defeated the Fire Sprite and the Sheep Village creatures in one fell swoop.

Either go and fawn over Sheep Village Logistics.

He, the curator of the Instas Museum, only had the second option.

Ips looked up and saw a new statue next to the half-fish, half-frog statue, with a bizarre color, transparent yet murky, sitting on a strange throne with an octopus head.

Chapter 76 I feel bugs crawling on my body!

Austin, returning from the processing plant, was sweating profusely as if his backside was on fire. He rushed back to his office, pulled open the fifth book from the left on the third shelf of the bookshelf, and the clattering sound of gears turning came from behind the shelf. The bookshelf, which was integrated with the ceiling, jutted forward and slowly opened to the sides, revealing a cubic meter of empty space behind it. In this space, a treasure chest was covered by a thick layer of dust, like a cloth.

Before the bookshelf was fully opened, Austin hurriedly reached out and dragged the box out, forcefully lifting it open. However, due to the large movement, dust was blown everywhere, and Austin, who was closest to the box, coughed heavily a few times, almost cursing out loud.

But this also proves that the box has not been disturbed in the past thirty years.

After coughing a few more times, Austin forcefully overturned the box, scattering ancient parchment scrolls all over the floor. Austin knelt down and gathered all the parchment scrolls to his side, turning them over one by one.

“Cage”.

Johnny.

“Slo”.

"..."

One by one, the names that seemed to gleam with light flashed through Austen's eyes. By the time the last parchment fell, Austen's back was already soaked with sweat.

His surname wasn't on any of the parchment scrolls, so it wasn't a mistake on his part; he had never signed a contract. But his face appeared in Bishop Azawi's hands, and his strong intuition kept telling him that the face wasn't fake, it was real.

Therefore, Bishop Azawi didn't need to sign any contract to directly impose his will.

To make a mask for someone.

Austin swallowed hard.

Servi's statement that he left was not a joke.

"Something has to be done...something has to be done! How long will it take for the King of Corruption to reach Instas?"

The middle-aged man standing at the door, barely daring to breathe, shuddered. He had never seen Austin with such a horrified expression. He immediately raised his voice in a tense voice, "The King of Corruption has already set off. At the speed of their ship, they should arrive in Instasas no later than the day after tomorrow, or at the earliest tomorrow night!"

"it is good--"

Austin breathed a sigh of relief. If the corrupt king had come at this time, the cost would have been calculated separately, and he would have really been spitting blood.

"You! Send out the invitations for us, and then have someone prepare for tonight's dance!"

"I understand!" The middle-aged man nodded vigorously.

“And another one!” Austin shoved all the parchment scrolls into the box roughly, slammed the box shut, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Use whatever means necessary to cripple Yangcun Logistics!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Sheep Village Logistics Building, which had been deserted, was now bustling with activity as countless residents of Instass waved their receipts and shouted at the tightly closed doors of the building.

"Open the door! Let me in!"

"They said they'd open at 2 PM! It's already 1:30 PM!"

"Open the door! I feel bugs crawling on me! I want to enter the lottery! I want the 'Mission Accomplished' wish bottle!"

Inside the Sheep Village Logistics Building, even the young black goats, who had seen the world, were taken aback by the enthusiasm of the Instas residents.

“This is unbelievable,” Jeno’s lips twitched. “Isn’t it only the first day? Where did they get so many receipts? Did they somehow manage to get receipts from their workplaces?”

“Don’t even think about it. It’s McCarthy who’s working, not them. They’re not even temporary workers. How could those people possibly issue receipts to them?” Heman raised his hand and patted his forehead. “They’re probably using receipts from Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits. After all, we use a real-name system here, and according to the minister’s requirements, even if the other party doesn’t mean it, they will still register and keep the receipts.”

"As expected of the minister—" Abu Jang pumped his fist with great enthusiasm.

“You’ve only seen the first layer,” Al said, arms crossed and chin raised. “This situation was planned by the minister long ago. The real purpose is to force the other market holders of Instas to take a stand and manipulate the market by controlling the value of the notes. But those people are not so easy to take down. We have to give them time to think and let them see the situation clearly, so as to avoid some people from having any wishful thinking that they might get in the way.”

"This requires a sufficient number of tickets to allow for buffer time."

El smiled and shook his head.

"That's why the minister chose to start the plan at this time. Every resident of Instas has enough, even more than enough, receipts from Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits!"

"As expected of a minister!" Abu Jang excitedly raised his hands.

“But—this is only the second layer. How could we possibly guess the minister’s thoughts so easily? There must be a third, even a fourth, or even a fifth layer of objectives,” El said, chin in hand and eyes slightly narrowed. “Although I have a general idea…”

"Really?!"

Tell me about it—

"Damn it! I don't want to cause trouble for the minister's plans without knowing the details!"

"It's alright, the minister must have included this in the plan."

"That...isn't it even worse..."

Looking at the group of people in front of her who were having a heated discussion about whether she had hindered Li Yili's plans, Alma's lips twitched.

"Hey—is this the time to talk about this?! So many people are blocking the building entrance, and there will only be more! What if something goes wrong?!"

Enveloped in Elma's arms, the Cloud Clan members all turned to look at Elma, then turned back to continue their own discussion.

Alma's eyes twitched violently. Before, she had only suspected it, but now she was certain. These guys had listened to her before because Li Yili was there, but now that Li Yili was gone, they didn't want to listen to her, the fire elf's "undercover agent."

Fortunately, although she couldn't control the wild horse that was charging around and only obeying Li Yili, she knew how to make it accelerate and brake.

"Do you want to embarrass Levi Esther Richard?!"

"If they storm in later, not only will the facade of Sheep Village Logistics be destroyed, but also the prestige of Levi Esti Richard!"

As expected, upon hearing that it would embarrass Li Yili, the cloud followers of the Black Goat's cubs immediately turned their heads, but the confidence on their faces made Alma feel a little guilty.

“Secretary Alma, it seems you’re only on the basement level. How could our minister not have considered the possibility of chaos caused by the residents of Instass’s enthusiasm for the lottery?”

Heman raised his hand and patted it, and several Cloud Clan members quickly ran out and soon dragged over rows of railings.

Alma raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how many people are in line? Even if they're divided into several lines..."

Alma stood there, stunned.

Because those cloud-like figures didn't simply line up in straight lines to divide the hall into several passageways, but rather formed a repeatedly folding, spiraling passageway.

"Damn it..."