The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

"Lord Wei, let's stop with the pleasantries—it's time to receive the imperial decree."

Wei Yanwu quickly knelt down, and the people behind him immediately followed suit.

After Qiao Yelan finished reading the imperial edict with intonation, Wei Yanwu steadily accepted it.

"My younger sister has been unwell these past few days and has been staying at home. His Majesty's bestowal of this marriage is a great joy, and as her older brother, I will express my gratitude on her behalf. I will send someone to the capital soon to deliver a letter of thanks."

"Your health is the most important thing, but the Chen family's wedding procession has already arrived, so it would be good for the princess to meet them."

Qiao Yelan reminded him that this meeting was necessary to clarify that Wei Yanwu's sister was not pregnant and that the child was born after their marriage.

"Of course, it will definitely be arranged in the next couple of days."

Wei Yanwu also gave his assurance.

Qiao Yelan had bought enough time in the capital. Wei Yanwu's sister had already given birth, and with some makeup, there was no visible problem with her appearance.

At the welcome banquet, everyone was in high spirits, chatting and laughing, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely.

A secret room in Wei Yanwu's residence.

"From now on, I won't be able to manage things in Lungmen and Da Yan much. As for the child, once you've figured out what to do, inform Kal'tsit. She will represent me and stay in Lungmen for the time being—she won't do anything for you on her own initiative; you make the requests, and we'll provide the services."

"understood."

Wei Yanwu didn't say much. Qiao Yelan had already gone this far, which was equivalent to feeding him. If he didn't even chew the food, then he deserved to starve to death.

"Where are you going next?"

"Latran".

"Latland? Isn't it Victoria?"

"On the way."

Seeing that Qiao Yelan didn't want to say more, Wei Yanwu didn't ask any further questions.

Regarding the Lungmen Dollar...

"You do your best, and I'll take care of things outside of Lungmen."

Qiao Yelan sat in her wheelchair, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

“You must remember, as long as Lungmen Dollars survive, you survive. But if you mess things up—I’ll start to question whether you’re even qualified to be used, Lord Wei.”

"--I see."

Conflicts under the Fog

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Chapter 102 The Painter Who Didn't Fail the Exam

"My lord, the vanguard has discovered a town twenty kilometers ahead."

"Hmm? West of Lungmen, isn't the area always marked as a wasteland on the map? How come there's suddenly a town here? Has the vanguard scouted it out?"

Qiao Yelan frowned slightly as she looked at the Imperial Guards who had returned to report.

"We've investigated, and so far, we haven't found anything amiss. Most of the people in the town are Sarkaz, but there are also people of other races. It's probably a gathering of refugees. There's a simple dirt road outside the town, and it's clear that vehicles come and go. The farmland also shows obvious signs of cultivation. The population is probably in the thousands, so it doesn't seem like a place that was hastily built by bandits."

"Alright, have them investigate again. If there's nothing seriously wrong, we'll camp in the town ahead tonight—but we must remain vigilant and not let our guard down. My predecessor died on this very road, so we can't be too careful."

"Yes."

The Imperial Guards left in a hurry.

The other members of the group couldn't help but show a hint of relief. After wandering through the wilderness, being able to rest in a town would indeed be a great way to relax.

"If we're lucky, we'll camp in the town tonight, but no one is allowed to go out. After all, this is a town in the wilderness. We won't be considered safe until we reach a city within Letania."

"Yes, my lord."

Soon, the vanguard sent another signal that it was safe, and the convoy then headed toward the town.

As they entered the town, many Sarkaz people looked at the convoy with more curiosity than wariness, while the Imperial Guards remained vigilant.

"There's even an inn, or rather, a hotel—it seems this really is just an ordinary town. To have developed to this scale, Kazdel Wasteland is hardly worthy of its name."

Qiao Yelan looked at the hotel sign in front of her with some surprise.

"That's true. It must be because the Longmen area is a thriving commercial hub with many merchants coming and going. The terrain here is flat and there are water sources, which is why it has attracted so many people."

A junior official from the Court of State Ceremonial responded.

"If we're lucky, we might come across another town like this next—that would make our journey much easier."

Qiao Yelan smiled and walked to the front of the line.

"Excuse me, are you the owner of the inn?"

"Yes, sir—may I ask if you are looking for a place to stay?"

With a cold expression and dressed in light green, the woman, whose age was impossible to discern, asked.

"Yes, are all of us supposed to fit in?"

"If we're talking about guards, there probably won't be enough room. But there's a flat area outside town specifically for caravans to park their vehicles, and we can rent tents for you there too. Food is no problem, or you can buy it yourself at the market. We accept Great Yan silver notes here."

"Then let's do it this way. The Imperial Guards will be stationed outside the town to protect the vehicles and goods. Ace, you take a few men and stay behind to be in charge of security. The logistics department of the convoy will go to the town to buy some supplies and change the drinking water."

Qiao Yelan made all the arrangements, and everyone in the delegation moved into their own rooms.

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in."

The innkeeper's wife carried in a pot of hot water.

"You weren't very enthusiastic when you greeted us earlier. You didn't seem like a hotel owner. This is a big deal, so you should be more cheerful."

"...Your own perverse sense of humor, and you expect me to take responsibility for it?"

Kal'tsit narrowed her eyes and took out a USB drive.

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business—you need to go over to Longmen and keep an eye on things. This year is crucial, and someone has to keep an eye on Wei Yanwu. I don't trust anyone else but you."

"I understand, but I'm not good at this kind of thing."

“It’s alright, I’ve already spoken to Wei Yanwu. He’ll only make requests, so just try your best to meet them. If you encounter anything you’re unsure about, you can ask PRTS to handle it for you. Also, if you’re really unsure, you can contact me directly.”

Qiao Yelan gave her instructions.

"I understand—so, shall we completely open up Kazdel for now?"

"Let it go. When Lungmen Dollars are first rolled out, try to make sure the traces of the Tower of Babel disappear completely. After all, most of it was already going to be transferred to Theresis, right? Now, put everything in Theresa's hands and let her hand it over to her brother."

"Ok."

Kal'tsit nodded.

"Has anything unexpected happened here recently?"

"No, it's very calm. However, the leader of the Exorcists seems a bit uneasy. Apart from the two Sarkaz, one black and one white, he has created a new one, seemingly intending to use it as his new vessel."

"Don't worry about him. A guy who can abandon Chimera technology and go back to picking up scraps, unless he gets back on the right track, just keep an eye on him."

Qiao Yelan waved his hand.

"Try to see if we can install some backdoors, or encourage his 'experimental products' to escape. After all, the Letanian twins proved that the souls of androids can generate emotions. Whether it's those two Sarkaz or the new vessel, we just need to find a way to make things difficult for him."

"Ok."

"Has the diplomatic note been sent to Laterano?"

"It's been sent. King Ivangelista XI welcomes you and hopes for another secret meeting."

The files on the USB drive were explained by Kal'tsit to Qiao Yelan, and ultimately Qiao Yelan handled all of these matters himself.

When the conversation came to an end, Qiao Yelan reached out and subconsciously felt around; a glass of water appeared exactly where it should have been.

He glanced at Kal'tsit; the fireplace in the room was burning very hot, so his face was flushed and even had a few beads of sweat on it.

"...Speaking of which, aren't you really not going to learn how to handle these things?"

“With you here and PRTS, I don’t need to do anything—besides, I’m not good at these things anyway, so being your secretary is more suitable for me.”

"What if I'm gone? We can't really rely on PRTS all the time."

“You always tell me what I need to do before you fall asleep, and I won’t do anything else, and things won’t get worse—because everything will be taken care of when you wake up.”

Kal'tsit's voice was soft, but firm.

"Well, I'm really destined to be a workaholic."

Qiao Yelan shrugged helplessly.

"Then I'll go first."

Kal'tsit opened the door, and Ace and the others who were chatting animatedly outside glanced at her before immediately standing straight to the side, completely ignoring her.

what's the situation.

Kal'tsit was a little confused, but she knew she should pretend not to know her at this point, so she didn't ask any more questions and went downstairs to leave.