Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

It's fortunate that the boss was able to hold back; if it were him, he probably would have called Roy long ago to tell him to keep things quiet.

Monique had just had this idea when, a moment later, accompanied by a light ringtone and vibration, she and Roy looked at each other, then let out a long sigh and took out their anonymous cell phones from their pockets.

In Kazimir, there are only three people who can contact both of them at the same time via anonymous mobile phones: one is Xuan Tie, another is Xuan Tie, and the third is also Xuan Tie.

"This is really weird, what I feared most has come true." Roy complained, then answered the phone and immediately switched to a business-like tone, saying enthusiastically, "Boss, it's a day off today, what's up?"

"You're resting?" The voice on the other end of the microphone sounded somewhat surprised, then asked, "What about Monique?"

Roy looked at Monique, shrugged, and Monique rolled her eyes before answering the phone: "Hey, BOSS, new mission?"

"Uh... what am I doing..." As if Xuan Tie had guessed what was on her mind, Monique quickly glanced at Roy, then turned back and said, "Learning from Roy."

There was silence on the other end of the line, then Monique's call was abruptly disconnected, and Roy heard Xuan Tie's somewhat excited voice again: "You two are together."

Why do you sound like you've bumped into something?

Roy's mind was racing, and his lips twitched. He ignored Xuan Tie's words and asked directly, "Is there a mission?"

"It wasn't played on public, that's good. Cough cough, Roy, you should know my stance. You've been with me for so long, you should know that I've never supported this kind of thing, but considering your seniority, intelligence, and keen eye, I can turn a blind eye this time. Remember, if you're going to do it, absolutely do not leak it."

So, you, an old hunter from the village, mean that as long as the secret isn't leaked, it's okay to handle it internally?

Hmm~ Tsk!

Roy clicked his tongue and said seriously, "Let's get down to business."

Seemingly realizing that his concern for his subordinates' love lives was somewhat undermining the aloof persona he had painstakingly cultivated, the uneducated hunter from the village coughed lightly twice, composed himself, and said seriously, "It's nothing serious. The Business Federation gave us a job that was originally supposed to be done by Platinum, but she hasn't been in office long enough for them to trust her, so they specifically asked for Azure Gold instead."

"The details have been sent to your device. Please check your inbox."

After giving his instructions, Xuan Tie paused, then continued, "You will all be together every day of your rest..."

Before it could finish speaking, Roy had already hung up the phone.

How come I never noticed before that this illiterate old man from the village was so gossipy? With his imagination, what kind of hand sanitizer will he make in the future? Instead of being grateful, he should just possess the Red Wine Report. The next strongest paparazzi will be you, Xuan Tie.

Moreover... Roy glanced back at Monique, who was waiting for his message.

He probably overestimated this blue cat's emotional intelligence. She was a capitalist's dream woman—she could break into a house on her day off and take hostages just to go to work together. Roy thought winning her over would be no less difficult than winning over Selby.

I'll deal with this internally; I'd better go and digest my lovely little platinum!

"how's it going?"

Seeing Roy put down his phone, Monique asked.

Xuan Tie suddenly called and then abruptly hung up on her, making her feel inexplicably guilty. It was like being caught slacking off at work by her boss or being caught on the spot by her father-in-law while on a date with her husband.

"It's nothing, just an urgent order."

As Roy spoke, he opened the message received on his communication terminal. After seeing that dark, resolute face, he paused for a moment, then quickly tucked the terminal into his pocket before Monique could approach, revealing a helpless expression: Disgusted.

"There's no other way, I'll do it."

"Hmm? Don't you need my help?" Monique asked. It sounded a little strange, but ever since Roy went on his [special mission], she'd gotten into the habit of doing his work as well.

Thanks to her and Xiaobaijin's hard work, Roy was able to get a perfect A+ on the attendance sheet even though he hadn't clocked in for a single day.

But this time, Roy doesn't intend to entrust the task to Monique.

After all, this target was somewhat famous in his memory: the champion of the Kazimierz Knights Tournament in the original storyline, the founder of the Infected Knight system, and the spiritual leader and savior of countless Infected—the Blood Knight, Dicaibolis. Nine

He's a good person, and Roy always lends a helping hand to good people whenever possible. 4

"Unfortunately, the wealthiest people in Kazimir have already made a decision, and that decision concerns me, not you. You may be puzzled, or you may yearn to know the reason, but here, I can only tell you: I cannot tell you. You should observe the truth behind it with your own eyes. That answer is not a vulgar decryption, but rather something far more meaningful."

[Currently loaded modules: ? [Kal'tsit's Riddle]: As one of the most mysterious beings on this land, the lynx's words always possess extraordinary magic, making those who hear them feel as if they can glimpse the truth of the earth. 3]

Effect: When you speak, your words will be shrouded in mystery, leaving the listener somewhat confused yet undeniably convinced. (The effect is doubled when the phrase "this land" appears in your sentences.) 2

Monique tilted her head, seemingly understanding but not quite. She had to admit that although Roy's words were inexplicable, they were also inexplicably reasonable. Since Roy had already said so, she could only nod and say with some regret: Four

"Okay, you're right. See you on our next date." Zero

"Goodbye." Roy waved guiltily goodbye, turned to leave, but then suddenly realized something and turned back. 9

Realizing her slip of the tongue, Monique dared not remain at the crime scene. Flint, displaying her exceptional agility, darted away as soon as Roy turned around, disappearing into the distance.

"Good guy."

Roy rubbed his back, which had just been pinched, and whistled in a good mood.

"This is truly a case of the sun rising in the west."

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Volume 1: Chapter 20 This is how martial arts films are made

On the streets of Block 0 in the old town in the early morning, noisy loudspeakers loudly announced the winners of the previous night's prediction contest:

"Good morning, Grand Knight Commander! There are three winners of last night's Knights' Grand Lotto! An unprecedented three! Let us congratulate them, the lucky ones of Kazimierz! Please bring your tickets to the Business Federation Prize Redemption Center to claim your prizes!"

The man, with his strong muscles and bronze skin, put on his signature bright red armor, held his helmet to his chest, opened the door, and walked out.

Residents lay sprawled on both sides of the road, fast asleep. They were disheveled, emaciated, and occasionally, dark crystalline patches could be seen growing from the exposed skin of their necks or arms. They were all infected.

The infected, penniless and homeless, rejected by this giant city, could only stay in filthy underground taverns every night, drinking heavily until dawn, then staggering and collapsing by the roadside, sleeping with their faces to the ground and backs to the sky.

They are nothing but duckweed, and no one cares about the feelings of the infected. For the authorities in Kasimir, Block 0, which even the police are unwilling to approach, is the greatest mercy to these "untouchables".

But for the Blood Knight DiCeopolis, these people are the ones he protects.

As usual, he carried the people who had fallen on the roadside one by one back to his home, then took out the washed quilts from the cupboard and covered them with them. After doing all this, Dichaopolis wiped the sweat from his forehead and then turned around to look at his front door.

A smiling man stood outside the open door. When he turned around, the man nodded to him.

"Excuse me, is there something you need from me?" DiCeopolis asked.

Roy waved to De Caiopolis, then pointed to the sleeping infected behind him, before turning and walking outside.

DiCaepolis turned around, took one last look at the infected in the room, turned back, put on his helmet, and followed Roy out.

After waiting quietly for Dikeopolis to close and lock the door, Roy finally spoke:

"Blood Knight, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The mask has a built-in voice changer, making his voice sound more androgynous.

Dichaeus frowned slightly beneath his helmet, looked Roy up and down, and after confirming that he had never seen this person before, asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

“You can think of me as a lobbyist,” Roy said. “The boss gave me a job early this morning: to persuade you not to participate in the Knights Tournament.”

“I can’t do it.” Dicaipoli’s answer was concise and swift, as if he hadn’t thought much about it and had simply uttered the word out of “inertia.”

He had received countless similar persuasion and even threats over this period of time. These people, whether dressed in suits or in rags, whether young and impetuous or walking with difficulty, stood in front of him, trying to make him give up the competition with condescending lectures or furious scolding, and promising him generous rewards as compensation.

But he only asked them one question: "You made money by acting as lobbyists, but what about these infected people who sleep on the streets and are ignored in the living room behind me?"

Who cares about the lives of these infected people? They're like straw left behind after the harvest, bearing the deepest suffering, buried in the humblest soil, yet abandoned as if it were their due. If he weren't standing here, who would care about them?

"If there's nothing else, please leave."

DiCeopolis politely nodded to Roy and turned to leave. But then he heard Roy's calm voice:

"I might be the last one."

The Blood Knight halted his steps, turning to look at Roy. The hooded man, his face masked by a smiling facade, didn't draw his weapon as Roy expected. Instead, the voice behind the mask spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Dicaibolis, titled Blood Knight, formerly known as Fiery Axe Knight, Minoan, Infected. As far as I know, your initial purpose in participating in the Knights' Tournament was simply to survive. You didn't initially intend to act as their protector; you were only forced into the role of 'Hero' by public opinion and the need for prestige. Now, you are a titled knight recognized by Kazimierz, and even if you don't participate in the upcoming tournament, your survival problem can be perfectly solved. If you agree, in ten minutes, Rebirth Pharmaceuticals' latest Oripathy inhibitor will be delivered to your door."

“There are many ways to protect infected people, and you don’t have to choose the most risky one.”

"You do seem to know me better than anyone else?" The Blood Knight's tone revealed a hint of surprise.

He had to admit that Roy's offer was indeed very appealing. If his goal was simply to protect the infected people at present, obtaining a batch of Oripathy inhibitors would definitely be faster, more effective, and more likely to solve the infected people's immediate needs than participating in the tournament.

But he still shook his head, his gaze fixed on the bustling streets of Kazimir beyond Block 0 behind Roy, his voice heavy and mournful:

"Sir, are you from Qazimir?"

Roy did not answer. He put on a mask to cover his blue hair and even used a voice changer, all to avoid leaving any trace of his identity.

DiCeopolis seemed to tacitly agree with Roy's answer and continued:

"If you are, if you are still sober, then you will definitely realize what Kazimierz is lacking right now."

Roy knew what DiCeopolis referred to: it was spirit, the idealistic traditional spirit of the Knights of Light. Today, Casimir was abundant in resources and wealth, achieving a level of speed and peace that was rare among almost all examples of feudal societies transitioning to capitalism on Terra. Their achievements were something even their former enemies, the Letanians, looked up to and praised, sending nobles to learn from them. But this Casimir was hollow. Capital, industry, wealth—these things exist in any country—but what sustained this nation's title as "the land of knights—Casimir" had been eroded.

Such a country is nothing more than a puppet in disguise; it could be called Casimir or Colombia.

Roy agreed with this view; in the process of development, there are always some things that cannot be lost. Otherwise, even if Kazimierz becomes powerful in the future and wants to revive these things, where would it be to search for them in the dustbin of history?

That's why Roy took on the task.

He didn't think a good man like De Caiopolis had to die. Apparently, his boss thought so too, which was why he deliberately left a small loophole in his mission—the objective was to prevent De Caiopolis from participating in today's Knights' Tournament qualifiers, and his life was not essential to completing the mission.

"Phew—you should be glad you met me. If I had that stubborn partner, you'd probably be chased to the ends of the earth by now."

Roy took a deep breath, a smile appearing on his face beneath the smiling mask. He looked up, seemingly talking to himself, and said:

"As a professional, no one has ever seen my face or truly heard my voice. My goal is to stall you for three hours, causing Blood Knight to miss this morning's qualifying match. And according to the information I just found, because of a last-minute exhibition match added to the Meteor Arena at noon, the arena's qualifying match has been postponed to the evening. Blood Knight mustn't find out about this, or it'll be a huge problem!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Dikeopolis's face; he clearly hadn't expected his "lobbyist" to suddenly reveal such confidential information. But he wasn't stupid; seeing this, he immediately expressed his gratitude:

"I understand, thank you. So, shall we proceed with a fake fight or a real fight?"

"Shh!" Roy quickly put up his finger to make a shushing gesture. "Nonsense, if you're going to act, you have to go all the way. Not only do you have to fight, but you have to fight realistically, and you have to get injured, otherwise I won't be able to explain it. This shouldn't affect you, right?"