Storm of Gods

Chapter 231 Reporting to My Sister

When Li Xin woke up the next day, he opened his eyes and sat up, recalling the discussion at the roundtable. Cancer's analysis confirmed his intuition. If that's the case, Number Two is more inclined to believe that they are creating artificial humans.

At this point, he needed to synchronize the intelligence with Christie. It was best not to act rashly with the hidden forces under the command of two demigods, since this wasn't on the territory of the Night Patrolmen of the Lilong Kingdom. This matter would definitely require the intervention of the Earth Mother Goddess Church.

After figuring out a few things, Li Xin felt a little more relaxed. He opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and felt refreshed. He washed up, changed into clean clothes, and went out to have breakfast and support Old Morton's business.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Daenerys hanging out laundry across the street. Upon seeing Li Xin, Daenerys suddenly looked resentful. Li Xin greeted her warmly and then quickly left. If he didn't still have some status to rely on, he might have been forced to serve her in bed.

Upon arriving at the market, I immediately felt its vibrancy. Although it was early morning, the market was already bustling with activity, and people were enthusiastically busy with their businesses. This lively and bustling atmosphere was truly unique. Compared to Tianjing, where many people were still struggling to survive, the minimum living standard in Heldan was much better. The abundance of resources was truly wonderful.

"Brother Xin, what do you want to eat today?" a clear voice asked. Although still a little shy, it was much better than before, and the voice was crisper.

"Ah, ah, who is this? Isn't this our little Mr. Morton? Long time no see," Li Xin said with a smile.

It's been a while since I last saw him, and little Morton seems to have grown taller and more handsome. He was already incredibly good-looking, and now he has an air of elegance and a more upright posture. Grace Class is a great thing; he'll never go hungry just because of his looks.

"Brother Xin, what would you like to eat? It's on me today," Little Morton said.

"Then I need to eat more." Li Xin patted his stomach without any hesitation. "I'm starving."

"You little rascal, you've seen him, now go to school. Everyone knows we have more meat than soup at home," Old Morton said, patting young Morton's head. Actually, young Morton waits for Li Xin every day, but Li Xin is getting up later and later, while he has to get to school early.

"Boss, you should speak with your conscience. Only Master Xin's meat has more soup than broth. We were all amazed by your knife skills," said a regular customer, holding an ultra-thin slice of beef.

"You're lucky to have anything to eat. Can you compare to Young Master Xin?" Old Morton wasn't going to be lenient. He then placed the prepared beef soup in front of Li Xin. Two fragrant golden naan breads had already been cut up, and there was indeed more meat than soup.

"Boss, if you keep going like this, this business will go bankrupt sooner or later," everyone joked.

"Eating your food won't shut you up!" Old Morton said cheerfully, even if he ate until he passed out, he would still be happy.

Li Xin ate heartily without any ceremony, and the bill was still 8 hectobers. If he kept eating like this, he would definitely go bankrupt. Li Xin took out 8 hectobers in change, and then, when Old Morton wasn't paying attention, he flicked in another silver lira. Then, he strode back to the inn with an air of nonchalance, facing the rising sun.

When I got back to the inn, I first observed the situation to make sure Daenerys didn't catch me. I thought if I let the bullets fly for a while, she might be neutralized by someone else. But before I even got to the door, I heard Daenerys yelling and shouting inside. I could collect these and use them as sonic weapons.

...The owl must be sick. As a good night watchman, he should take the initiative to report his work.

At 85 Mach 2nd Street, Li Xin got off the carriage. He was a bit early; some people from Bird Society had already arrived, but the work atmosphere hadn't started yet. Li Xin walked all the way to the editorial department, which hadn't started work yet. However, Li Xin noticed that Christy's room was lit up. Could it be that she didn't go home last night?
Li Xin knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Christie said. She was still full of energy after a busy night and smiled when she saw Li Xin. “You’re here. I thought you’d forgotten you were a night watchman.”

"Ah, I'm waiting for the owl to call me."

Christie couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "Messengers are only used in emergencies. These psionic creatures are troublesome. What would you like to drink?"

"Let's have some tea. I'm thinking of taking some vitamins lately," Li Xin said. Christy was a woman who knew how to control the pace of her conversation. In the past, when there was nothing going on, she would always tease him. Now that there was something going on, she was talking about work seriously. Humph, women, once they get something, they don't know how to cherish it.

“A change of pace, that’s good. I bought you a very good tea, a specialty of Herdan.” Christie took it out of the drawer; it was a silver jar that looked quite heavy, and then she started boiling water.

Li Xin looked at the strange things in the tea leaves in the jar, and... dried seahorse. "Ahem, sister, I don't need this, do I?"

“It won’t hurt to make amends,” Christie laughed. “If I don’t try to please you now, you might just find someone else to marry.” Li Xin suddenly realized that it must be Prince Akris who had asked him for something. It was rare to see Christie flustered, though of course, it was mostly an act. “Then you should try to please me, sister. The benefits His Highness offers are much better than those of the Night Patrol.”

Just as he was about to retaliate, Christy had already pressed Li Xin down into the chair, and then her moist red lips sealed his mouth. At that moment, Old Li's composure collapsed instantly, and his mind went blank. But the next moment, Christy had already gotten up and continued making tea as if nothing had happened. "Tell me, what's so good about it?"

Li Xin was speechless. Wasn't this cheating? His cultivation of Dao was inadequate. No, it wasn't his problem. It must be that his body was too young. This was human nature, the basic human instincts of food and sex.

Just as she was about to retaliate, she heard a voice from the editorial office that an editor had arrived, so she had to give up. Looking at Christie, who was trying to appear calm, she suddenly noticed that she was holding her teaspoon upside down.

“No way, I was born a Night Watchman and I will die a Night Watchman. It’s all for the job,” Li Xin said without hesitation. “When Simmons and Didia were sparring, I lost a bet with him and he asked me to investigate the Internal Organ Demon case. It was exactly what I wanted. So, I came to report to my sister as soon as I made some progress.”

“That’s more like it.” Christie’s lips curled into a happy smile. Recently, Hexbirds had won a great victory in the war against the Daily Herald. After some investigation, they thought it was the Anthony incident that played a role. However, what really allowed Hexbirds to maintain its victory and further expand its sales was this kid’s Utopia Chronicle. This novel caused a great sensation among both the noble and common people, appealing to men, women, young and old.

Looking at Li Xin, I really didn't realize he had the talent of a great writer, and that he could even get involved with Aklis. He has quite a few secrets.

"Am I more handsome now?" Li Xin gestured with his chin in a pose that was quite cringeworthy in his past life.

"Just a little bit. Tell me some good news, and I'll tell you some good news in a bit." Christie served Li Xin the nourishing tea.

Looking at the strange brown tea with some odd things floating in it, Li Xin hesitated to drink it. "Why don't we give it to the president? I think he needs it more."

"Oh?"

"Fine, I'll drink it." Li Xin tasted it, and the taste was much better than he had imagined. It was very fragrant, had no strange taste, and even had a refreshing effect.

"With Aklis's name on my side, I've partnered with Travis to investigate the case, and we've made some progress." Li Xin recounted his findings from yesterday, and Christie listened intently, growing increasingly serious with each word.

"It seems that a demigod is indeed involved, and the matter is more complicated than we imagined."

“This is extremely dangerous. I think we should just investigate and find the real culprit, and let the funeral procession handle the rest. After all, this is the territory of the Earth Mother Goddess,” Li Xin said. The dice’s assessment of danger was beyond doubt. If it was just about providing information, it shouldn’t be too serious, but if someone was directly facing the murderer, it would probably be a matter of life and death.

Christy smiled slightly at Li Xin, "This is our mission. The choice is not in our hands. Isaac's notes are very important. If you can get your hands on them, how much can you remember?"

Li Xin knew the Night Patrol wanted this notebook because it involved a clandestine force, and it was always good to have more information. "I don't know the length of the contents. If there's a lot, it'll be difficult to write it all down. I'll try to find a way to get it out."

"Don't take the risk. Even if Travis can actually borrow such a sealed artifact, there will definitely be people from the Vatican following him."

“I know what’s going on. Aklis needs me right now,” Li Xin said. “Among the two groups of killers, Number Two is most likely creating androids and plotting something big.”

"How do you know it's number two, not number one? It sounds like number two is more like someone who's helping the weak and punishing the strong?" Christie asked curiously.

“Yes, he did have an intention to uphold justice, but that's precisely what exposes his ulterior motives. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to act so convincingly, even more professionally than Number One,” Li Xin said. “Regarding Number One, have you ever heard of the Dark Cuisine Association, a corrupt branch of the Gourmet Association?”

A flicker of disgust crossed Christy's eyes. Li Xin looked at Christy and asked, "Sister, have you discovered something already?"

Christy nodded, still somewhat surprised as she looked at Li Xin. "You really are quite capable; you've uncovered so much information so quickly."

(End of this chapter)