Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 243 By the Angel God, I, Han Li, am Lou Gao…

In the reception room.

The floor that should have belonged to the owner was now standing in the center of the room.

He felt sweating profusely, and his expression was stiff on his chubby, round face.

"Let me explain."

He nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, but the stains just smeared onto his forehead again, making him look even more ridiculous.

"Yes, I'm listening. However, most people in the Spirit Hall's trial chamber have opening remarks that are quite similar to yours."

Han Li had already put away all the blueprints and sat back down in his seat. His expression was still not very good, but it was quite fitting for the current situation.

"Would you believe me if I said the item was sent by my employer and I needed to analyze it?"

Lou Gao asked tentatively.

I believe it. Not only do I believe it, but I can even guess that this thing was probably sent by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. But can I say that? Of course not.

"Would this be considered your concluding remarks?"

Han Li countered with a question.

"You jest, Your Majesty. Of course not."

Lou Gao chuckled awkwardly, but in his heart he was thinking about how to get through this.

There was nothing he could do. The item was sent by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who assured him that it had absolutely nothing to do with any other forces. And what happened?

He had only figured out one of them, and was still studying the other, when he was suddenly checkmated by the people from the Spirit Hall. The key was that they had complete manufacturing blueprints, so it was obvious where the materials came from.

But the most crucial point is that he can't afford to offend either of them.

"Is it the Star Luo Sect? Or the Heavenly Dou Sect? Or perhaps the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Just as Lou Gao was still brainstorming, he heard Han Li suddenly speak up.

He looked up and found that the holy son was observing his expression.

"Oh, is this the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Immediately afterwards, he saw the Holy Son nod with great certainty.

Oh no, how did he manage to confirm the employer's information so quickly?

Lou Gao's face fell, looking like a dejected big tabby cat.

"Yes, we couldn't confirm it before, but we can now. It is indeed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Then, he heard the voice of the holy son again.

Lou Gao's body stiffened, his eyes staring blankly at Han Li in front of him, looking utterly hopeless.

These young people nowadays have no sense of morality whatsoever. Why would they try to deceive an old man like him? Their hearts are black.

However, what he didn't know was that for Han Li, it was all an act. How difficult could an open-book exam be?

"So, Chairman Lou, how do you think this matter should be handled? You don't want to end up in court, do you?"

Han Li's faint voice rang out again, penetrating Lou Gao's ears.

Lou Gao couldn't help but shiver. Although the temperature in Gengxin City was terrifyingly high, he felt as if he were naked and standing in the midst of ice and snow.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled inwardly. This was the only thing he wanted to thank Bibi Dong for.

In the past, apart from the Pope himself, the titles of the Spirit Hall were rarely active on the continent. In fact, apart from the Spirit Hall, even other forces were not very clear about how many titles the Spirit Hall actually had.

However, after she took office, because she couldn't really control the other titles, the two elders, Kiku and Oni, became her personal henchmen, frequently appearing in public and making a name for themselves.

Because Yue Guan is an elder of the Hall of Punishments, his Tribunal has also come under the watchful eyes of major powers across the continent. In short, they are responsible for all the dirty, tiring, and underhanded work.

Generally, when the court is mobilized, the evidence is not very important. To put it another way, I have never heard of anyone who was arrested by the court leaving Wuhun City alive.

In any case, the Spirit Hall's Tribunal is notorious in the Douluo Continent.

It should be noted that the last person arrested was a grand duke of a duchy, involved in collusion with evil spirit masters, and the court brazenly stormed in, brazenly defying the army, and took him away.

The Heavenly Dou Empire hasn't dared to utter a single word since then.

Lou Gao was afraid of this. In terms of status and position, he was not much stronger than that Grand Duke. Even if the Spirit Hall really wanted to arrest him, the Star Luo Empire would not dare to use its army. Instead, it would immediately distance itself from him.

As for the Blacksmiths' Association, not to mention that most of its members have little fighting ability, even if they did, who would dare to stand up for them?

The last master craftsman from the Haotian Sect was a titled master, but now he's nowhere to be found, and even the Haotian Sect has closed its gates.

"I still have the blueprints for the Silent Sleeve Arrow here, I haven't given them to my employer. I haven't fully replicated the Flying Claw yet, and I will give up analyzing its structure afterward."

Lou Gao spoke cautiously, glancing at Han Li's expression.

Even now, he still uses "employer" to refer to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He has signed an agreement, and just because others guess it doesn't mean he can admit it himself. This is his last stubbornness and bottom line of dignity.

"But, isn't this just a way to make amends after being discovered?"

Han Li's expression softened slightly as he looked up at the high-rise building.

Hearing his words, Lou Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine to talk, but don't arrest people so easily. He's just a craftsman; there's no need to use such high-level measures.

"I will cover all the costs of what you are building this time, except for large-scale standard weapons, which I cannot afford."

Lou Gao straightened up again, prepared for a massive hemorrhage.

Of course, his intelligence was still intact, and he plugged the loopholes in advance. Otherwise, he was afraid that this holy son in front of him would ask him to provide equipment for three to five hundred people directly.

"One serving won't do, ten servings will do. I'll pretend I didn't know anything about this, how about that?"

The frost on Han Li's face had thawed, and he smiled again.

Before Lou Gao could refuse, he quickly added, "I will provide the materials myself, and if there is not enough, I will purchase them from the blacksmiths' association at market prices."

Lou Gao glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Okay."

This meant that he only had to put in some effort to get over the matter, which made him feel much better, as he had been prepared for a major hemorrhage, and he also developed a better impression of Han Li.

This young man knows how to be lenient; no wonder he's called a saint.

He selectively forgot that just a minute ago, he was cursing Han Lixin in his heart for being black-hearted.

"In that case, Your Highness, may I see the blueprints?"

After the agreement was reached, Lou Gao changed his expression again, looking at Han Li's wristband with some longing; the blueprints were all inside.

He gained a lot of inspiration simply from touching the hidden blade and the flying claw.

It's quite obvious from Han Li's previous attitude towards them and the blueprints that he didn't value them much, considering them only basic or introductory weapons. Now he's eager to see the blueprints for other weapons.

"No rush, Senior Lou Gao. Before looking at the blueprints, there are some things that need to be done first. This is a treasure trove, don't you agree?"

As he spoke, a piece of paper appeared in Han Li's hand, but it was not the previous drawing.

"Yes, that's right. We need to sign the relevant contract first. Here, I'll sign it directly."

Lou Gao didn't hesitate and took the paper from Han Li's hand. He was about to sign it, but after seeing the contents, he froze on the spot.

What he held in his hand was not a contract at all, but more like an oath, and it was densely packed with at least a hundred clauses.

"This is?"

Lou Gao looked at Han Li with some confusion.

"Compared to regular contracts, I trust oaths made with my spirit more, after all, I am the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, with the Angel God above me."

As he answered, Han Li made a prayer gesture unique to the Spirit Hall, displaying a rather charlatan-like demeanor.

"Besides, conventional contracts can't prevent information leaks, can they? Just like what happened earlier."

"Uh, that's true."

Lou Gao was a little unsure how to respond. He then realized that besides being powerful, the Spirit Hall was indeed a religious organization, which seemed quite reasonable.

"However, aren't these clauses a bit excessive?"

Lou Gao glanced down at the paper in his hand and said with a headache, "It's not that I don't want to agree."

In his view, signing a contract is no different from swearing an oath with one's martial soul, and he would never intentionally leak it. In other words, isn't this a bit too much?

"This is devotion to the angels and gods. Of course, if you have any objections, as the Son of God, I will try to communicate with the divine. God loves the world and will mercifully consider your choice."

Han Li continued singing the lyrics, his face pure and holy, but his attitude was very firm, almost as if he was telling Lou Gao openly that it wouldn't work.

"Alright."

Lou Gao looked down and carefully read the oath. Since he had no choice, he would obey.

Of course, the content still needs to be reviewed; he can just treat it as a contract, it's the same thing.

Lou Gao nodded after reading it from beginning to end.

It must be said that although it is a bit cumbersome, this contract, well, oath is quite fair. That is to say, the consequence of violating the oath is always "purification".

However, considering the Spirit Hall's style, it's indeed not a problem.

God above, his subsequent contracts can also refer to this. Having seen it a lot, Lou Gao unconsciously adopted the same tone.

However, what he didn't notice was that the words "angel god" never appeared in the contract; instead, they were all replaced by the names of gods or Han Li.

"Alright, no problem. I'll swear an oath with my martial spirit now. As for your part, how about..."

Lou Gao nodded and looked at Han Li. This contract was one-sided. No one could verify the conditions he had promised. What if he went back on his word?

"Don't worry, I can also swear an oath with my martial spirit."

Han Li smiled as he looked up at the building and added what he hadn't finished saying.

Lou Gao nodded, which was taken as an agreement.

That's quite something. The Holy Son reveres the gods he worships so much that he's willing to swear an oath with his martial spirit for something like this.

It seems he doesn't need to worry about being held accountable for what he promised before, Lou Gao thought to himself.

However, he failed to notice that the girl in black, who had been standing beside Han Li the whole time and had only said one sentence, was looking at him with a faint sense of pity.

In the end, someone did take the initiative to swear this oath.

"Alright, let's begin."

Han Li maintained his previous holy demeanor as he looked at the tall building standing in front of him.

"Okay, no problem."

The building itself seemed to take on a serious tone.

After a few seconds of silence, a slightly different sound came from the reception room.

"Angels/Gods above, I am Han Li, I am Lou Gao..."

(End of this chapter)