Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3951 The Woman Who Swung a Stick

Chimera was having a sweet dream, and the drool that dripped from the corner of his mouth was so happy that it soaked his chest and almost flowed like a river.

Ye Lin naturally knew how unrestrained and smug this guy was in the world of thought. Houses exploded one after another, airships crashed one after another, no one was a match for her, she punched the Mist God and kicked the Hermit, all the first-class forces submitted, and the flames of war rose from the three continents. Finally, she looked at the Celestial Realm and the Arad Continent with eyes full of desire for conquest.

Everything that happened in the world of thought seemed to suggest that if Chimera could not control the Transformation Cube, then the future of the divine realm would be like this, and she would be the source of the chaos that would bring disaster to the divine realm.

Just as the Chimera was reigning supreme in the world of thought, feeling smug and completely lawless, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if something sharp was pinching her delicate flesh.

Immediately afterward, the sky and earth collapsed and shattered rapidly in her sight. The divine continent, the hermits and the mist god, first-rate forces... all vanished in her eyes. Her consciousness plummeted into an abyss, and she involuntarily let out a terrified cry. Then, the intense feeling of weightlessness made her legs go numb, and her body instinctively jolted. She then opened her eyes from the real world.

Chimera was stunned for several seconds before saying regretfully, "So all that amazing stuff was just a dream."

Immediately, a feeling of weakness, as if her body had been drained, spread rapidly throughout her body. Every cell in her body seemed to have been squeezed dry of its strength, and she also felt intensely drowsy. Her eyelids were drooping, and she was as frail as a one-month-old kitten.

"Who's eating my Nai Zi?"

She looked down and saw her master's handsome face, which now appeared "distorted".

His mouth was wide open, quite imposing, with his upper and lower lips separated to an almost extreme degree, like a python slowly swallowing its prey, trying little by little to stuff the entire plump "gift" on the right side of her mouth.

The final result was naturally a failure. Although Chimera's "talent" was not as great as Senior Sister Yun Mi's, it was still quite remarkable.

Chimera blinked, laughed, then hugged her master's head, showing no shyness whatsoever, and cooperatively pushed it inside, excitedly saying:

“I knew you were fascinated by my body, Master.”

"Come on, son, open your mouth. Mom is rich and will feed you herself."

Chimera was the only apprentice who wasn't shy. Instead, he enthusiastically used various parts of his body to test the limits of his master's upper and lower jaws—chest, shoulders, buttocks, heels—almost dislocating his jaw on the spot.

However, after a short while, Chimera's eyelids started to droop again. The combined weakness of her body and mind quickly extinguished her desire. She shook her dizzy head and said, "Let me take a nap."

Sugarcane took out the pollen from the Dream Eater Tree and gestured for me to use it so as not to disturb your sleep.

"You can only lick my saliva." Chimera was getting more and more sleepy, and her movements to express herself were very slow.

She said that there is only one layer of "window paper" between them, and if her master were to break through it without her knowledge, she would feel like she was not involved, which would be a huge loss in every sense of the word.

After saying that, Chimera squinted and fell asleep immediately, unable to stay awake any longer.

This time she didn't dream anymore. Her mental energy calmed down, like still water, and she fell into a deep sleep. The Rubik's Cube on the table next to her flickered on and off, but no power leaked out.

Helpless, Ye Lin held up the Trial Blade, looked around, then picked up the limp Chimera and used her smooth, firm thighs as a whetstone.

……

The fog and rain have fallen, the drizzling autumn rain pattering down on this steel city, adding a touch of unbearable chill to the already crisp late autumn.

As a representative work of the golden age of Mist Machines, Mist has a complete and complex weather system that controls the weather in the sky. It can easily dispel thick black rain clouds, or make it rain only when the sky is clear.

However, this rainfall in the fog was purely natural weather and had nothing to do with the fog machinery. Even a world filled with machinery needs some natural elements.

More and more raindrops pounded against the glass, making a series of tapping sounds and leaving trails of water droplets. Visibility became increasingly blurred as the fog was shrouded in a cold curtain of rain.

The celebrations following the inventors' conference, besides the various celebratory activities, mainly consist of a holiday.

As a trading hub, life in Wulan is highly efficient, like a speeding train where everyone is constantly on the go, and only by running can one find a place to stay in this city.

Only during holidays does this bustling city, which is practically smoky, find some peace and tranquility, but even then, some people are still "running around".

Amidst the tranquil atmosphere, a discordant flame suddenly flickered, slightly disrupting the peace and quiet of the holiday.

The patrol guards of the misty mountains, as well as the demon attack team, all sprang into action and rushed to the scene of the incident after receiving the news.

A senior scholar from the Gear Workshop said angrily, "The other side is so audacious! This is a provocation, a provocation against the entire Gear Workshop, against the Demon Strike Team, and against Miststorm. It's too much!"

Hearing the other party's angry curses, Captain Diana rolled her eyes slightly.

The scholar, who was already furious, was not tall and had a stocky build. He wore a black top hat, and his beard was meticulously groomed. His mustache was parted into two curved strokes, while his chin was braided into two plaits. He wore a burgundy gentleman's shirt, which, to show off his taste, had gold buttons and a pocket watch.

This person is "Designer Laurence," one of the high-ranking members of the Gear Workshop. He is a renowned senior scholar, exceptionally talented, and has produced many outstanding works. He is very famous in the divine realm.

"Captain, you must find the murderer and bring him to justice. It is your responsibility, and this happened right under your noses," Laurence said in an unquestionable tone.

Beside him, several equally senior scholars nodded, their expressions shifting between light and shadow, all feeling that the nature of this matter was extremely serious.

After taking a few deep breaths, designer Laurent Boch continued, "The investigation started with the Clockwork House. My initial suspicion is that it's academic competition, or hiring someone to kill."

The incident occurred about half an hour ago, during a routine meeting at the Gear Workshop, when someone suddenly threw a tranquilizer dart into the building, causing considerable chaos.

Then a mysterious and powerful figure stormed into the gear workshop, wielding a sturdy stick. With an overbearing and domineering manner, he broke the bones of several bewildered scholars, who lay on the ground groaning in pain. The stick was stained with blood, and the most seriously injured scholar was still being treated by doctors.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Since the Inventors' Conference had already ended, the leader of the Gear Workshop and the strongman had just left the Miststorm. They never expected to encounter such a thing so soon. It's hard not to suspect that this was a carefully planned attack.

Captain Diana responded, cleared her throat, and asked:

“Scholar Lauren, we will do everything in our power to track down the killer. This is a provocation against Gear Works and against us. Can you provide a list of the injured? Also, we need to question the few with minor injuries about their whereabouts.”

"According to other people at the scene, there were many scholars in the Gear Workshop at the time, but the attacker seemed to have a clear purpose, not just indiscriminate evil. We suspect there is a secret behind this." A scholar who was at the scene said that the person was covered in black clothes, and judging from the figure, seemed to be female. She was very tall, knew magic, and had extraordinary strength.

She walked past him with a stick, but didn't strike. Instead, she walked towards a young scholar with a clear purpose and broke his arm with the stick.

Meanwhile, several scholars passed by without being attacked. Then, she broke three ribs of an elderly scholar hiding under a table, showing no regard for his age. Her methods were extremely cruel and chilling.

After a short while, they obtained the list of victims. Captain Diana nodded to Laurence Bowen and then said that she was going to the hospital to inquire about clues, leaving the scene to the patrol team to handle the follow-up.

On the way, Diana's sister, Bebe, with her beautiful blonde hair, said in a dissatisfied tone:
"Sister, the designer Laurentbo's attitude is too fierce. He is not polite to you at all, as if he is ordering you around."

Diana smiled nonchalantly and said, "They're paying us, these old fogies think they're the bosses and we're just security guards."

The Demon Strike Team's operating funds don't come from nowhere. They are usually provided by several major chambers of commerce, such as the Liyun Chamber of Commerce and the Huitong Bureau, as well as several academic institutions. In a sense, they are indeed the bosses.

Beibei tapped her chin: "But, Sister Celia is different. She's not only beautiful, but she also has a good personality."

Celia also gives money.

“Beibei, you have to understand that not everyone has a good personality, but as long as the bosses don’t cross our bottom line, it’s okay to yell a few times. Besides, this incident does fall within our scope of responsibility.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Captain Diana's communicator rang. It was Leirimo calling, informing her that similar heinous incidents had occurred at the House of Clockwork and the Beast Fang Judgment.

An unidentified woman carrying a stick took several scholars to the hospital. The victims included men and women, young people and old people.

Although no one was directly killed, the most severely injured were beaten half to death and wouldn't be able to get out of bed for six months.

"Okay, I understand." Captain Diana nodded, hung up the communicator, and then frowned.

Judging from the timeline provided by Leilimo, there is no doubt that the perpetrators went to the Gear Workshop first, then the Beast Fang Judgment, and then the Clockwork House. The order is clear: none of the three major scholar factions were spared, and the target was very clear: that group of scholars.

Diana muttered to herself, "The leader of the Clockwork House is still in the Mist, a powerhouse at the Origin level. He still couldn't capture that mysterious woman? He's got something."

Then, she turned her gaze back to the list of victims in her hand and scanned it carefully. Suddenly, two familiar names caught her eye, and a vague guess formed in her mind.

It took Captain Diana about half a day to compile a list of all the victims, question the conscious victims, collect their information, and then return to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

She tapped her fingers on the table, recalling, "Do you remember, something like this happened during the inventors' conference..."

“A young scholar from Gear Workshop caused a scene at the conference, claiming that a shortlisted work bearing someone else’s name was actually his masterpiece. He said that it was forcibly taken by someone else and submitted to the competition, and that it had passed two rounds of evaluation. He claimed that Gear Workshop used various shady means to coerce him into giving up the work.”

"Then, Gear Workshop said it would conduct a thorough investigation and seek justice."

"And the person that young scholar accused..."

Diana pointed to a name on the list, indicating that this was the person whose arm had been broken and who was now in the hospital.

After conducting relevant investigations, she discovered that several names on the list were associated with similar matters, namely appropriating others' academic achievements, and some of these cases are currently under investigation.

"So I initially suspect that someone couldn't stand this kind of thing and couldn't wait for the outcome, so they took matters into their own hands."

The theft of academic achievements is not uncommon, but news of it pops up every now and then, which is not surprising. Every time Diana saw it, she was very angry.

Scholars' efforts and achievements should be rewarded as they deserve, which is only natural. However, there are parasites who take advantage of their status and power to steal the fruits of others' labor.

Diana deeply resented people who used a scholar's painstaking work to embellish their own gilded reputations.

Lerimo, sitting on a very high chair and swinging her long legs, nodded in agreement. As an inventor, she understood the issues better.

“However, one thing at a time,” Diana sighed and said.
"We still need to find a way to arrest this person."

……

The dismantled Li Yun Chamber of Commerce.

A relatively young man with shrewd eyes looked at the man in black who had suddenly barged into his office, tried to remain calm, and asked:
"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

As he asked the questions, he quickly scanned the other person's physical characteristics. She was a little taller than the average adult male, her face was covered by a black veil, making it impossible to see her features, and her figure was extremely slender. Even though she was wrapped in black, she had a breathtaking charm, making one think that her appearance must be stunningly beautiful.

The mysterious woman, carrying a bloodstained stick, said calmly:

“You are a mid-to-high-level member of the Chamber of Commerce, enjoying abundant resources, but you have very few notable works and contributions.”

"You sit in this position entirely because of your glib tongue, deception, and bribery of higher-ups. Don't you feel ashamed at all?"

Immediately, she approached, carrying a stick.

The young man, unaware of what had transpired among the three major scholar factions, frowned, then spoke in a firm and resolute voice:
"I got to this position because of my abilities, proving that I am better than others and that my talents are excellent enough."

He was already somewhat annoyed, and he actually unleashed the power of an awakened being, directly attacking the mysterious woman.

Then it was all in vain. Half a minute later, a shrill wail came from the office.

As the mysterious woman pushed open the door to leave, someone suddenly blocked her way.

Ye Lin leaned against the doorway and asked, "Weren't you looking for the Demon Protector? How did you end up doing something like this, Ursula?"

(End of this chapter)