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A bright blue light shone in Amiya's eyes, all her frustration vanished, and she rallied!

The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and I, Amiya, am back in action!

"Razer, contact Superintendent Chen to inquire why the Guard Bureau's team hasn't arrived yet and ask her why she wants to find Misha."

"Rock, you are in charge of escorting the Lungmen freshmen and the prisoners from the Guard Bureau. If they resist, execute them on the spot! No need to question them!"

"Exusiai, thank you for your previous shooting support and the intelligence provided by Penguin Logistics. Without your help, we wouldn't have been able to obtain so much information about the Lungmen infected so easily. Now, please have you and the reconnaissance team plan a relatively safe route on the map. You are the most suitable candidate for this mission."

Amiya seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline; she put all her cowardice aside and issued orders one after another in the name of the commander.

"Yes!"

Razer and Rock responded that they would act immediately.

Exusiai was stunned; she hadn't yet grasped the changes Amiya had undergone.

She felt that the little rabbit in front of her had grown up considerably in an instant, not in terms of height or bust size, but in terms of aura. It was the kind of presence only someone who had seen blood possessed—unwavering composure even in the face of a collapsing mountain, maintaining absolute rationality, and remaining unaffected by swaying or influencing others.

But... how could such a small girl have such a strong bloody aura?

Surely you couldn't have personally experienced a battlefield, could you? Haha, how could that be?

"Miss Exusiai?" Amiya asked.

"Yes! Ah, okay! Thank you for your recognition of Penguin Logistics, I won't let you down!"

Exusia was startled by the look Amiya gave her. Amiya's deep blue eyes, like the sea, held a profound and unfathomable depth, and her every move exuded a powerful will. This instilled fear in Exusiai, causing a slight unease to run through her.

Exusiai felt as if she were facing an archangel in the Lateran Tribunal, with a mountain-like pressure descending from the sky.

Amiya nodded, sighing inwardly. She couldn't deny that deep down, she still subconsciously relied on the Doctor, hoping he could face all difficulties with her. It was like children unconsciously passing on their problems to their fathers; in a child's eyes, their father was like a god on earth, an omnipotent hero.

"I can't keep watching your back... Doctor."

Amiya thought to herself that her goal would not stop there; she wanted to stand proudly beside Lin Lu, not follow behind him. She didn't want to be like she was three years ago, only pestering Lin Lu to tell her stories.

This time it's my turn to protect you, Doctor.

The Kingslayer watched Amiya's retreating figure, then looked at Razer contacting the Guard Bureau's communication device. She suddenly felt she had lost out big time; she hadn't even eaten to hear about Lin Lu, only for him not to mention her at all.

Its brownish-red tail drooped down in disappointment, and the Kingslayer put on an emoticon mask with a wronged expression, not wanting others to see its sad face.

"Pfft, pfft, Miss Kingslayer."

The conman stood at the door of the storeroom and waved to the king killer, indicating that he had something to say.

The kingslayer tilted his head, got up, and followed.

After the kingslayer entered the room, the conman closed the door. The walls of this storeroom were highly soundproof because the room contained the entrance to the underground paradise.

"The boss contacted me and asked me to pass on some information to you."

The swindler brandished the mobile terminal in his hand, showing the information on it to the regicide.

Although the Kingslayer couldn't even use utensils, she could still read. When she was very young, her father taught her to read, and she could understand even difficult books. However, the massacre at the research institute later prevented her from reading, and to survive, she had to fight real wolves for food in the icy wilderness of Syracuse.

"Liar, contact the Kingslayer for me and tell her to follow Amiya's orders in the next operation and take good care of the Rhodes Island operators. I have some things to take care of. I'll come back to you after I've settled my score. Oh, and tell her for me that I'll take her to Lungmen for some fun after this is over—if Lungmen still exists after this is all over."

As the regicide looked at the words above, he thought of Lin Lu's voice and a reassuring emoticon appeared on his mask.

"As long as you're willing, whether it's Lungmen or anywhere else, I don't mind..." The Kingslayer certainly wanted to go out and have fun with Lin Lu, even if it was just taking a walk together. She hummed softly, "I hope you won't stand me up again this time, Lu."

After the king killer left the room, the swindler reluctantly opened the information he had copied to his memo.

"Ahem, um, Miss Misha? Could you come here for a moment..."

Chapter 279 Arcane Blade (4K)

"I am Misha."

After Misha entered the room, the scammer closed the door and handed her a mobile terminal for receiving messages.

At the scammer's prompting, Misha carefully picked up the mobile device with both hands and asked.

"Misha, don't be nervous, I'm Lin Lu."

"—"

Misha was momentarily stunned; her ears turned bright red, and she almost collapsed to the ground with her legs giving way.

"Misha? What's wrong?" Lin Lu forgot that he was still using conversation techniques. His voice was still in the MAX boyfriend mode, which was like a humanoid walking female-oriented arcane magic blade. Even Kal'tsit, who was usually quiet, would have a physical reaction to it.

"No, it's nothing, I'm fine."

Misha shook her head, her face flushed. She timidly looked up and saw that the swindler had wisely moved to the other side of the wall to squat down.

The conman covered his ears with both hands, silently telling himself that he was just a messenger and couldn't hear anything. Then he silently thought of Asahi, the leader of the intelligence team, trying to use his boss's stunning beauty to wash away the image of the wise and majestic BOSS in his mind.

Damn it, he would never admit that he was momentarily smitten—that's the BOSS, after all!!

The BOSS is the patriarch of the army without borders!

Rebellious sons who defy their fathers are not to be trusted!

Misha secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was at the age of budding romance and had no resistance to such pleasurable spontaneous sensory responses. She was almost overwhelmed by Lin Lu's delicate and ethereal voice, experiencing an immediate internal orgasm and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Um, is there something you need from me?" Misha asked timidly.

"Misha, with your quick wit and intelligence, you probably understand your current situation, right?"

Lin Lu, far away in the wealthy district of Lungmen, asked softly. Although he himself could not go to the slums immediately, the Army Without Borders' strongest intelligence agents were by his side. He basically had all the intelligence on the Lungmen slums.

Even though those who knew Misha's special identity were in a heavily guarded area, Lin Lu still sent people there.

Makarov, a former Ursus administrator, provided Lungmen with a wealth of intelligence in exchange for asylum. He was subsequently detained in the Witness Hall by the Lungmen Guard. The Witness Hall is heavily guarded and offers preferential treatment; only Lungmen police superintendents are allowed direct entry.

Of course, prisoners are an exception.

Lin Lu never had useless pawns. After Edward Ugg fell into a coma, he was given a psychological suggestion: if he didn't go to the witness box, he would be consumed by intense fear, wallowing in self-destruction and becoming a cripple. According to the location of the miniature listening device, Ugg had probably already arrived at the witness box, where the intelligence team members were collecting his voice recordings.

"Hmm... I must be in a really bad situation right now, right?"

Misha held the mobile terminal in both hands, her face flushed, still reeling from Lin Lu's voice. Surprisingly, she felt her thoughts were remarkably clear, as if some special power was allowing her to calm down and think things through.

“I can’t stay with these kids any longer.” Misha felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She leaned against the door and slowly slid down, crouching in the corner like a helpless child.

“Because of me, I have put them in danger. Those people... came looking for me.”

Misha curled up into a small ball. She had learned about Amiya's story from her, and combined with the reason why the Army Without Borders had taken her in and cared for her... As a precocious girl, she already had a vague idea in her mind.

Lin Lu listened quietly, as if a teacher were asking a student whether they wanted to pursue further education or employment, and asked with concern, "So what are your plans?"

"do not know."

Misha unconsciously revealed her childlike side; at her age, she was indeed still just a child. However, her consistently gentle, considerate, and attentive nature, her proper and tactful behavior, and her quiet and unassuming demeanor always made people think she was a mature adult.

"It's okay. You have a long, long road ahead of you, and plenty of time to think things through."

Lin Lu, holding a mobile terminal in one hand, sat in the executive chair of Edward Wenger's private villa, gazing at the mercenary corpses scattered on the ground, and smiled, "Whatever your decision, I can assure you. I will have the con artists ensure the safety of these children. You don't need to worry about anything. Whatever you decide to do next, I will support you."

"If you still can't make a decision in the end, you can choose to rely on me, and I will protect your future."

Lin Lu's voice was clear and steady, like a king making a promise, a promise that is as good as gold and as firm as a horse.

Just then, the data-driven spiritual realm sensed the presence of an enemy. Lin Lu raised an eyebrow slightly, waved to Chao Shan and Klayton, and pointed to a group of mercenaries who had just arrived at the door to deliver another package.

These men are the security guards of the wealthy neighborhood, and also executioners for the Silverwing Security contractors.

Chaoshan was somewhat displeased. She was holding her phone, recording the entire conversation on her mobile device, intending to capture the BOSS's voice for use as spellcasting material. But there were always some low-class, clueless individuals creating background noise. Wouldn't she have to share it with Bai Huang, the head of the development team, so Bai Huang could help adjust the audio and remove the noise? She clearly wanted to keep it all to herself!

"Clayton, can you handle this by yourself?"

To avoid disturbing the mobile terminal's recording, Chaoshan whispered to Klayton, "I'll give you five minutes to deal with this group of mercenaries. If you can't, you know, there have been several WAW-class Abnormalities appearing near Lungmen recently, and I'm considering who to assign to contain them."

"Reporting, boss! Five minutes is enough!"

Always a beat slow on the uptake, Clayton immediately perked up. He grabbed his blood-stained short axe and stormed downstairs. His earlier languid demeanor vanished instantly; to him, these reckless mercenaries were nothing short of death threats! WAW-level anomalies? The black mud monster that attacked Lungmen Base a few days ago was a WAW-level monster! He wasn't going to contain it! He could just let that anomaly killer, Arno, go alone, wouldn't he? Anyway, he was like a man seeing a beautiful woman when he saw anomalies—he wanted nothing more than to take off his pants and rush at them.

Chaoshan nodded in satisfaction and returned to Lin Lu's side to manage the assets of Edward Wenger's private villa.

These are all the BOSS's spoils of war. Whether it's antiques, valuable equipment, or the property deed for this villa, everything is ready to be traded for Lungmen Dollars.

On the other end of the mobile terminal, Misha, who was squatting by the door, had unknowingly shrunk into a tiny dot.

Lin Lu's words lingered clearly in her mind, touching her deeply while also leaving her feeling profoundly confused. The gentler he was towards her, the more... bewildered she felt.

"Um...I..." Misha choked up involuntarily. She didn't even realize that she was about to be crushed by the heavy pressure. She stammered out a plea for help, "Are you so good to me because of my father?"

Misha wasn't stupid at all; completely opposite to the king-killer, she easily got lost in her thoughts and often found herself in a vortex of contemplation. She considered why she had come to Lungmen, her circumstances, and the events of her recent days… the answer was obvious.

Because the Infected from the Reunion Movement had taken over the main city of Chernobog, a large number of Ursus people were displaced, and she was one of those who went to Lungmen with the refugees. She had no special skills, a rather weak personality, and no money or valuables... Therefore, both the people of Lungmen and the Infected from the Reunion Movement had only one reason for searching for her.

Her father, Sergei, was Chernobog's most famous scientist and one of the most important political figures in Chernobog, having served as the deputy director of a research institute.

Misha thought about it a lot and finally came to two conclusions.

Her father must be in hiding, and she was bait chosen by bad guys to lure him out. Or perhaps her father had already fallen into the hands of some criminal gang, who wanted to get something important from him, but her father refused to yield, so they set their sights on her.

Keep your family out of it; that's the rule of the underworld.

However, in the eyes of criminal gangs, this is just a means to an end.

Just as Misha was biting her lip, feeling that her life was nothing but a plaything, and sinking into despair and sorrow...

"Who is your father?" Lin Lu asked, puzzled.

"Eh……"

Misha raised her tearful face and tilted her head in confusion.

"It seems you've misunderstood. I didn't decide to take care of you because of anyone else. Listen carefully."

Lin Lu's voice rang in her ears, as if he had come to her side and was huddled with her in a small corner.

"It is one of my many ideals that hard-working people should receive fair recognition. I really enjoyed your cooking and I am very grateful for your care these past few days. Without you, that silly girl, the Kingkiller, would probably have made an even more outrageous nutritional meal than Hibiscus, and I might not have woken up today."

Lin Lu teased the guest, Lyudmila, knowing that Misha wouldn't complain, so he felt free to act recklessly.

“If I hadn’t woken up today, someone very important to me might have been in mortal danger. I would have missed so many things, and some things, once missed, are gone forever and can never be recovered. I remember all the help you’ve given me. My motto is to repay kindness tenfold; to be doubly grateful for even the smallest act of kindness.”

"The person I want to repay is you, not your father, but because of your efforts."

Lin Lu smiled, took a deep breath, and said with utmost sincerity, "Misha, I don't know what happened to you in the past that would make you smile so lonely. But I can sense that your feelings for others are genuine, without a trace of falsehood. You are an excellent girl, even more excellent than you imagine yourself to be."

"Be more confident, okay?"

Lin Lu wore a fatherly smile, and everything he said was from the bottom of his heart. But he secretly omitted one of Misha's shining qualities: the child's talent in Originium Arts was actually quite remarkable.

He felt that if he said it directly, he might inadvertently guide the girl in that direction. She could have more of her own opinions, and even if she chose to become a sorcerer in the future, that would be her own decision.

There was no reply from the other end of the mobile terminal for a long time; only faint sobs could be heard.

Lin Lu smiled helplessly and waited quietly for the other party's reply.

"Yes! Yes!! Yes!! I can do it! I'm absolutely sure! Ahhh!!"

Beside Lin Lu, Chao Meiren writhed her incredibly supple body, inwardly rejoicing. Even though Lin Lu wasn't talking to her on the phone, Chao Shan still made it to the next day.

Before going to sleep, Chaoshan would always look at the photos of the BOSS she had secretly taken and listen to the audio recordings of the BOSS's conversations that she had made in the past, all while wearing headphones. To her, this was like the best arcane magic blade for inducing sleep—it was a perk, a reward!

...Then I'll have to ask that stinky woman Bai Huang for help to cut out the audio clips about the name "Misha," tsk.

Misha, I'll remember you.

You'd better not join the Army Without Borders.

Otherwise, I won't get to eat your juice!

Inside a safe house in the Lungmen slums, Misha, unaware that she was being targeted by a wicked woman, was crying silently.

Misha didn't know what the emotions surging in her chest were. Her mind was spinning and confused, but Lin Lu's voice echoed clearly. She had finally received the attention she had always wanted, the recognition she had always craved, and the happiness of having her worth affirmed.

Since her mother and younger brother were forcibly taken away by the military and police, and her father never returned home again, Misha felt as if something inside her had disappeared along with them. She began to care a lot about what others thought; she was terrified of being ignored. She didn't want to stay alone in Chernobog, even if it meant embarking on a path of unknown terror.

She arrived at Longmen without communicating with anyone.

In retrospect, the decision was right, even though she contracted Oripathy on the way. The black crystals on her legs constantly stung, reminding her that this was reality, and she wasn't dreaming.

Tears streamed down her face like a broken pearl necklace, and Misha frantically wiped away the wet streaks. Finally, she gave up on using her sleeves and buried her face in her knees, letting the tears flow freely.

She hadn't cried in a long time.

Even if she hides at home and cries, no one will pay attention to her.

I cried and cried until I stopped crying and didn't want to cry anymore—until now.