I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1035, Section 1030: Goods
Marx and Engels asked:

"Then what's the problem? Who will intercept this cargo?"

The man shook his head:

"No, but this thing is quite precious, so you have to be careful. And you know that the guys in the Dark Dimension aren't exactly friendly, not to mention the primitive monsters there."

"But none of that should be a problem for you, and the robber himself isn't a good person."

His words clearly revealed his views on "seventy-nine".

This made Maren feel more and more that this memory was closer to his true memories than the others, but there were still many questions that had not been resolved, such as why he would show his face here.

Even if there is some kind of ability to conceal one's identity here, and he himself may possess some unusual equipment or abilities to conceal his identity, the question is why he would do such a thing?
The obvious answer is the reward, but what would drive someone to risk their life for such a task? It doesn't seem like something he would do without a reason.

He even seems to have gained some fame.

Does he have some problems that can only be solved with money?
But the answer to this question is clearly not found here, and it may not even be that important.

"I'll take it." Anyway, Ma En doesn't have to worry about any danger right now, and he doesn't know how long this memory will last. Qin Lan can't let herself be trapped in it forever, and he hasn't grasped the difference in perceived speed between memory and reality yet.

The man seemed somewhat surprised by his straightforward answer:

"Don't you need to ask for more details? Besides, I haven't even mentioned the price yet."

Marx and Engels were indeed in a bit of a rush:
"You wouldn't offer an inappropriate price, would you?"

Upon hearing this, the man quickly said:
"Of course, we actually prepared 20,000."

He spoke as if it were a large sum of money.

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Okay, is there anything else I need to know?"

The man shook his head:

"That's all. We'll discuss the other details with you regarding the goods themselves. If you're in a hurry, you can start the mission now. We also hope the mission can be completed as soon as possible."

Ma En nodded, and then he suddenly felt as if someone had pressed down on his head, directly bringing his face towards the screen in front of him. Then he watched as the scenery on the screen began to change. The original racetrack gradually receded, slowly forming a desolate plain and a dark sky.

And these scenes pressed down on him, endless darkness instantly spreading to every corner his eyes could reach, then slowly emerging from the screen...

Then, he found himself standing in a wasteland shrouded in darkness.

This view wasn't unfamiliar to him, as he had seen the sky of this dimension several times in his memories related to magicians; this was Karina's territory.

"Are you one of their hired people?" the girl asked, her tone slightly curious.

Ma En turned to look behind him. A few meters behind him was something that looked like an archway, with pale blue patterns emitting light on it, though these patterns seemed to be fading out at the moment.

Directly below the door stood a young girl wearing a woolen hat. She had the typical fair skin of a Western Federation person, and her slightly reddened face looked quite ordinary. She appeared to be around fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Wow." She exhaled a puff of saliva. "Aren't you too young to be doing this kind of work?" Ma En then realized that he should look about the same age as her. Perhaps in his real memories, he possessed some kind of technology to change his appearance and wouldn't have encountered such an awkward question. But clearly, he couldn't hide his identity like he did in his memories.

Although there was no evidence, Ma En believed that if he could, he would never do anything to expose his appearance; at the very least, he should wear something like a mask or a full-coverage helmet.

But since things had come to this, he had no other choice but to ignore the girl's question and say:
"You're the one they wanted me to deliver? Do you know what's going on here?"

The girl, who was dressed in thick clothes, nodded.
"Of course, they'll let you take me to my destination, is that alright?"

After nodding, Marx and Engels asked:
"where are we going?"

The girl pointed to her right front:

“I don’t have a map for that direction, but I can sense that we need to go that way. But can you really get me to my destination? A child your age shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing.”

Marx and Engels countered with:
"Should children your age be sent away?"

The girl smiled upon hearing this:

"you misunderstood."

As she spoke, she gently pulled down her woolen hat, revealing her pointed ears:

"That's why they want you to escort me."

Marx and Engels immediately realized what was going on:

"Are you a fairy?"

Before accepting the mission, Ma En thought he would meet his "deceased wife," but when he saw the girl, something felt off, because her appearance had absolutely nothing to do with Qin Lan's description or his own memories.

Moreover, her face didn't have any glow.

But if that's the case, where is his so-called "deceased wife"? And what exactly is this demon?
The girl put her hat back on and raised her hand in a shushing gesture:
“Well, if it’s not necessary, we’d better stay away from those dark inhabitants. I think you know their attitude towards fairies. There are dozens of times more fairy hunters than fairies in this world. If the inhabitants here knew about my race, they certainly wouldn’t let go of the tempting prize right in front of them.”

Ma En could imagine that the most important reason why the girl would be willing to reveal her identity to him was because he would be bound by a kind of contract.

It's not hard to imagine that the arcade must have some kind of contractual power, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to contract out such a business.

If he truly doesn't possess such power, he would directly use something like a contract or agreement. After all, if such items were readily available in this world, it's impossible for any client not to use them.

This means that if one's memory is accurate, the arcade could likely reach some kind of agreement verbally, or one may have already signed some agreement with the arcade itself.

Marx and Engels nodded:

"I understand. So if possible, we'd rather operate in the wild. You probably don't need me to provide you with food or anything, right?"

The girl smiled and said:

"No need. If you want something to eat, just tell me. I can conjure food and water out of thin air. After all, I'm a fairy, so such small wishes are no problem for me."

(End of this chapter)