An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"what?"

Ya Feng sat down again.

Then, before he could even react, Zeshita grabbed his shoulders, leaned in, and kissed his lips.

The sudden sweet embrace stunned Ya Feng. After a moment, he raised his hand and subconsciously hugged Zeshita gently in return.

Silver Dragon didn't refuse; she simply kissed him, the warm, rich scent of the young girl lingering around his nose.

About five or six minutes later, Zeshita finally let go of him, her face slightly flushed. She didn't look at him, but instead glanced at her own arm. At this point, the area of ​​her dragonification had increased, and the scales had extended up to her elbow.

"Tsk, so slow," Zeshita said with dissatisfaction.

Although this behavior is a bit strange, it is currently the only way to turn herself back. Zeshita plans to do this with Yafeng once a day from now on, gradually deepening the degree of dragonification.

"Remember to let me know in advance next time," Ya Feng said with a light cough.

"Oh," Zeshita replied calmly.

He suddenly pounced on me, and I thought he was going to eat me, but I didn't expect him to actually do it.

Sigh... Silver Dragon had no idea how destructive it was.

...

The next morning.

As usual, Ya Feng arrived at his office, which had been cleaned spotlessly. Even the chairs had been replaced, and all kinds of books and documents were neatly arranged.

It's a pity that it's all show and no substance. I can't attend classes now, so I can only waste my time here.

Sigh, I wonder if that rabbit will retaliate by adding trouble if it finds out how relaxed I am, like making me teach some more troublesome classes, the kind that just makes things difficult for me.

Ya Feng leaned back in his chair, took out his Huanwangtong (a mobile internet service), and planned to see what interesting things were available, thus lazily passing the morning.

Famous stage actor Apollos has arrived in Ingvark, causing congestion at the airport.

The Elven royal family firmly refuses to sign the Red Mine agreement with the Demon race, leading to a stalemate in negotiations.

Shocking! Cat people, you absolutely must not smoke these three types of catnip!

Ya Feng scrolled down and saw one.

The remnants of the Church of the Hand of Annihilation are still on the run.

He touched his chin.

Although the resurrection ceremony of the Church of the Hand of Annihilation was disrupted and the believers present were eliminated, there are still many remnants hiding in various parts of the royal city, trying to break through the kingdom's blockade and escape. The secret orders and other kingdom organizations have been pursuing them.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

Let's move on to the next news item.

Last night, the Silvermoon Dragon Knights reappeared, assisting the Secret Orders in killing three remnants of the Hand of Annihilation. Due to their unknown identities and motives, the Royal Guard warns citizens to immediately call the police if they encounter them and not to make any contact.

Ya Feng paused, making sure he wasn't mistaken.

Last night, the Silver Moon Dragon Knight reappeared and even helped the Secret Order kill three cultists.

No way! I was at home with Little Silver Dragon last night, how could I have gone off to arrest some cult members?

Then there's only one possibility left.

Someone used his name to claim all the work done under his name.

Who the hell is so bored? They created an account on a whim and had it stolen by someone else after only using it twice?

Fortunately, this was a positive action. What if someone uses your name to do bad things next time?

Murder and arson are one thing, but if it's something like spying on little girls in their dormitories, wouldn't your reputation be completely ruined?

"No way!" Ya Feng slammed his hand on the desk and stood up angrily.

We must strike hard!

Chapter 49 The Girl's Secret Operation

"Ah!"

Hikaria sneezed without warning, wiped her nose with a handkerchief, and then continued looking at the questions in front of her.

It was a magic formula calculation for a third-order spell, which should have been a very simple problem for her normally. But now, for some reason, she had been looking at it for several minutes and had only managed to write down a few numbers in the first few columns.

Maybe I didn't sleep well.

"Hikaria."

Hikaria heard Ilsa's voice beside her and turned to look at her deskmate, the silver-haired demon girl.

"By the way, the club activity is this afternoon, right?" Ilsa asked.

Hikaria paused for a moment, then turned her head away: "I'm sorry, I probably won't be able to attend the club activities this week."

"Huh? Why?" Ilsa asked, puzzled.

“I’m not feeling well lately and need to go home as soon as possible,” Hikaria said.

"Oh, I see. Then take care of yourself," Ilsa said helplessly.

She was the only one at today's club activity.

Although usually it's just the two of them, one is the president and the other is the vice president.

Since joining the World Research Department, Hikaria has only participated in two club activities. Each time, she would sit in the activity room, reading and doing exercises by herself, and then leave when the time was up.

She didn't know what the point was; it was like attending an extra self-study class.

Sure enough, we still need to expand recruitment first, but expanding recruitment requires interesting content to attract people, which is exactly what they lack.

She thought that joining the club would bring her closer to her classmates, but now, Hikaria still treats her like a stranger and won't say a word to her.

There's really nothing we can do.

"Linda~ I have to participate in club activities today, so I won't be able to come with you."

When school was over, Betty waved to Ilsa.

"okay,"

"By the way, how's your club doing these days?" Betty asked curiously.

"It's still a bit deserted," Ilsa said helplessly.

“If you insist on joining an unorthodox club, this is bound to happen. Why don’t you join the afternoon tea club with me? Every time we go, we can just chat and enjoy tea in a refined manner,” Betty said.

Ilsa could only smile helplessly at this.

Although Betty exuded an air of privilege at this afternoon tea club, the conversations actually revolved entirely around idol topics, and Betty couldn't get a word in edgewise.

They were chatting, while Hikaria had already packed her things and left. She exited the school gate and had just turned the corner when she bumped into someone.

"Hey, let's hope we don't run into each other again this time."

Ya Feng took two steps back. He was holding two round cotton candies and eating one.

"Ya Feng...Teacher," Hikaria greeted softly.

"Good afternoon, Hikaria. Isn't today a club activity? Aren't you with Linda?" Ya Feng asked.

"I...I'm not feeling well, so I'll head back now," Hikaria said.

"Oh, I see. Here, would you like some?" He handed over the marshmallow. "I bought an extra one. I was going to give it to Linda, but you can ask me to go buy another one later."

"I...no, thank you," Hikaria said immediately, then quickly left after saying goodbye.

...

Night falls.

A figure in black robes landed on the top of the Jinshi Building, looking down at the flow of people and vehicles below.

Hikaria adjusted the silver mask on her face, her radiant purple pupils gleaming as she gazed at the crowd and vehicles below. Every living thing was marked with a white light in her eyes, and she was waiting for the arrival of that red light.

Soon, the target appeared: a carriage drove out of the basement of the Golden Stone Building and quickly disappeared into the traffic.

Hikaria stood up and leaped from the high building.

The carriage reached the outskirts of the city, and the coachman stopped it, his hand still tightly gripping the reins.

"We're here, we're here," he said tremblingly.

A musket barrel slowly emerged from the carriage behind him and pressed against his back.

"Get down." A cold voice came from behind.

Where's Johnny?

"I'm telling you to get down." The gun barrel was pressed down again.

The coachman dared not hesitate any longer and quickly got off the carriage. A man wearing a black and white clown mask emerged from the carriage, and in his hand, he was tightly holding a little boy.

"Dad... Dad..." The little boy was trembling all over, terrified.

“Johnny!” the coachman shouted, “I, I did everything you asked, dodging the patrols and driving the carriage out. Shouldn’t you let my child go now?”

The clown mask snorted coldly, took out a brass metal tube with switches at both ends, and threw it in front of the coachman.

"Take this and open it two minutes after I leave," the other person said.

"What, what is this?" the coachman asked.

"Why do you care so much? If you don't want him to die, behave yourself!" the clown mask said viciously.

"After you do as I say, then come to Shell Lake to pick up your son."

"Yes...yes..." The coachman could only agree repeatedly, looking at his son's terrified face.

But what he didn't know was that the thing in his hand would cost him his life.

The royal city's borders are protected by a Great Wall of Light, which marks any abnormal source of magical energy. The kingdom had already entered the magical information of the Hand of Annihilation into its database, so now it will be instantly locked onto as soon as it gets close.

The metal tube is a special spell scroll that triggers the moment it is opened, sacrificing a soul to activate a spell that temporarily shields him from the monitoring of the Great Wall of Light.

He told them to meet after it was over, but he didn't say where they would meet. Wouldn't it be the same if they met again in hell?

“Daddy…Daddy!” Johnny cried out in a hoarse voice, but was slapped hard across the face by the clown mask.

"Stop crying! If you cry again, I'll throw you into the river!"

"Johnny...Johnny, don't be afraid, we'll be home soon..." The coachman could only comfort his son from the side.

The clown mask cut a rein, grabbed the little boy, jumped onto the horse's back, and planned to ride away from there.

But just then, a blinding light flashed by, and the next moment, with a thud, the left arm he was holding the child shattered, the boy fell to the ground, and he screamed as he fell off the horse.

"Who? Who is it?!"

He roared in anguish and rage, and as he stood up, he saw a figure shrouded in black robes emerge from the darkness, a silver mask faintly visible beneath the hood.

"You...you're the one from before, the one who killed the priest..." The clown mask was filled with terror. Yes, this guy was the Silver Moon Dragon Knight who had slaughtered the Church of the Hand of Annihilation!

He endured the pain, trying to get up and grab the boy as a hostage, but a low, rapid incantation and a flash of light shattered his remaining hand.

"what!!"

He screamed and tried to escape, but his chest was shot through again. He staggered and fell to the ground, each breath excruciatingly painful.

"No, don't kill me... I... I have important information, I can give it to you..."

His clown mask was askew, revealing his pale face.

The silver-masked figure faced him without any pity, and once again chanted a quick incantation in a low voice. After a flash of light, only a headless body remained, collapsing to the ground with a thud, its blood staining the soil below black.

"Johnny..." The coachman hugged his son tightly, then looked at the person in front of him with immense fear.

"Go." A distorted voice came from behind him, and he was startled. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed several times to the other person, then picked up his son and ran away.

Hikaria walked to the corpse and searched through it, finding a stone tablet engraved with obscure runes. This was the fragment of the Bible from the Church of the Hand of Annihilation that the other party wanted to take out.

The current task is to get her to hand over a fragment like this. After several chases and investigations, we have finally found it.

He put the fragments away before standing up.

He raised his wand and fired a fiery red signal into the air, informing the Secret Service to send them to clean up the mess.

I'm about to leave myself.