On the Ark.

"Well, here I come!"

……

Thirty minutes later, Lin Ye, his body aching all over, lay on the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Yato stood beside him and slowly sheathed his sword.

Lin Ye began with difficulty: "My aptitude..."

“It’s the worst I’ve ever seen.” Yato replied indifferently, without any mercy. “To be honest, you’re not suited to wielding a sword. I advise you to reconsider.”

Lin Ye gave a wry smile: "Don't discourage me like that, I'll definitely try my best."

How hard are you willing to work?

Lin Ye was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you know about Sarkaz warriors?"

“Of course,” Nightblade replied. “Demons are natural warriors. In terms of race alone, no race is better than the Sarkaz in combat.”

"I want to defeat the Sarkaz warriors, is there a chance?"

Yato looked at Lin Ye: "You've set your sights on the Sarkaz warriors? If that's really what you're thinking, I can only say you're being unrealistic. I'm not questioning your efforts, but the difference in racial strengths is undeniable. Even I'm not confident I can defeat a Sarkaz warrior in a one-on-one situation."

Lin Ye fell silent.

He looked at the moon overhead and slowly tightened his grip on his sword.

One-on-one? No, he wants to defeat many, many more.

"Again."

Chapter 86 Angels and Demons

"Time to get up."

Lin Ye opened his eyes and saw Ansel standing by his bedside, looking down at him, his drooping pink ears like the brim of a hat.

"Ansel?" Lin Ye felt the sunlight was a bit too bright. "What time is it?"

"It'll be midnight in five minutes," Ansel said calmly. "You've overslept again."

"How could this happen?" Lin Ye felt sore all over. "I should have set an alarm."

Ansel held up Lin Ye's phone and waved it in front of him: "Your alarm clock went off for half an hour and couldn't wake you up, so I turned it off. Honestly, you even asked why? Have you forgotten how you got home last night?"

Lin Ye really couldn't remember.

"I was exhausted and had to be carried back by Senior Yato." Ansel sighed. "You're a perfectly good medic operator... no, a perfectly good support operator, tsk, that doesn't seem right either. Why did you, a perfectly good medic and support operator, have to follow Senior Yato to learn swordsmanship? You're not a Guard or a Vanguard."

Lin Ye stared blankly at the ceiling, finally remembering what had happened last night.

Practicing swordsmanship to the point of exhaustion is utterly shameful.

He struggled to sit up in bed, while Ansel continued, "Don't you have a gun? Why do you insist on practicing swordsmanship? It's incomprehensible."

"Using a gun isn't out of the question," Lin Ye said, rubbing his shoulder. "You'll lend me money to buy bullets?"

Ansel thought for a moment and said, "Actually, practicing swordsmanship isn't a bad thing. It's good for your health. Good luck."

Lin Ye: "..."

After getting dressed, Lin Ye asked Ansel, "Are you taking a break today too?"

“How could that be?” Ansel said. “I’ve already worked the early shift, and it’s lunch break now. I was thinking you hadn’t woken up yet, so I came back to check on you.”

"thank you."

"No need," Ansel said calmly. "Are you going to practice swordsmanship with Senior Yato tonight?"

“Yes.” Lin Ye took the black steel sword that Ye Dao had given him from the bedside and hung it on his waist. “I’ve already become her apprentice.”

"Then what about your job?"

"It's just practicing in the evening, it won't interfere with work, right?"

Ansel said irritably, "Look at the time now, and then repeat what you just said."

Lin Ye chuckled sheepishly, "It won't happen again. I'll definitely get up early tomorrow."

Seeing that Lin Ye had gone this far, Ansel couldn't say anything more. He watched as Lin Ye finished washing up and prepared to leave, when he suddenly remembered something: "Wait, there's a letter for you."

Lin Ye, who was about to leave, was taken aback: "Is there a letter for me?"

“Yes, I found it in the mailbox downstairs.” Ansel took the envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Lin Ye. “Penguin Logistics, when did you need their help?”

Seeing the company's logistics logo on the envelope, Lin Ye felt terrible.

He finally remembered what he had been forgetting all along.

That means getting Kal'tsit to reimburse the Penguin Logistics costs!

Lin Ye took the envelope and first asked Ansel, "Where is Miss Kal'tsit's office?"

Ansel replied, "Miss Kal'tsit is no longer on Rhodes Island. She left on official business three hours ago."

Lin Ye's expression stiffened: "What about Amiya?"

"She went with Amiya."

"...No way?"

“I see,” Ansel said. “Amiya and Miss Kal'tsit are rarely on Rhodes Island. Is there something you need from them?”

Lin Ye smiled wryly as he opened the envelope.

"Dear Mr. Lin Ye, hello. It's time for another pleasant debt repayment. Look up at the white clouds in the sky, don't they look like the two thousand Lungmen Dollars you owe me? Exusiai."

Ansel noticed the change in Lin Ye's expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Ye had no choice but to explain to him.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, it’ll definitely be reimbursed,” Ansel said dismissively. “Rhodes Island and Penguin Logistics are excellent partners. Any expenses incurred when seeking Penguin Logistics’ assistance for official business will naturally be reimbursed.”

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"As long as you don't go for Exusiai, Finn will reimburse you."

Lin Ye's expression stiffened again: "Why?"

“Because Exusiai is too expensive,” Ansel said. “Exusiai is a Sarkazan, and her requirement for her employer is that they reimburse all the ammunition she uses during a mission. That’s why, for the same mission, Exusiai’s price is several times higher than other Penguin Logistics operators. So unless it’s a very, very urgent mission, we don’t hire Exusiai. After all, compared to Exusiai, Penguin Logistics’ other operator, Texas, is obviously more… Hmm? You didn’t actually hire Exusiai, did you?”

Lin Ye didn't want to talk anymore; he felt very tired.

Angels? Where in this world are there angels?

It's all fake, all fake.

……

Fortunately, Lin Ye finally received a promise from Ansel that "Rhodes Island will reimburse even if it's Exusiai," and only then did he leave the dormitory with peace of mind. At the same time, he thought to himself that even if he were beaten to death or thrown off the twentieth floor in the future, he would never ask that red-haired angel for help.

Penguin Logistics, Penguin Logistics. What a great name! I'm almost ready to ask him if he wants to buy QQ coins.

Oh, what angels? Demons are definitely cuter in this world.

With this thought in mind, Lin Ye walked to the front of the sanatorium, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have stood up some devil again.

That's why the world is so difficult.

Lin Ye, with a bitter face, ran to ring the doorbell. Not long after, Fu Rong came to open the door.

"Dr. Lin Ye," Fu Rong said softly when she saw Lin Ye, "you're late again."

"I know, I didn't want to either."

"It's alright," Furong said with a smile. "I've already prepared everything for you. Wait for me a moment."

Ready?

Lin Ye didn't react.

What does "ready" mean?

He watched as Furong returned with a bag of pineapple buns and handed them to him.

“I brought this with me to the cafeteria this morning,” Fleur said. “This should be enough to comfort Miss Liz.”

Lin Ye was almost moved to tears when he saw the pineapple bun.

Furong, aren't you the real angel? The one with the halo on her forehead is the fake angel.

Carrying the "angel's" keepsake, Lin Ye entered the sanatorium and found Nightingale in the room.

The nightingale was sitting on the bed counting something.

Lin Ye called her name.

The nightingale turned her head, holding a few coins in her hand.

"Pineapple bun," Nightingale asked, "Am I a rich woman now?"

The author's rant: I also want to be a word processor.

Chapter 87 The Third Patient

Nightingale had probably forgotten what Lin Ye had promised her last night, or perhaps she had been completely won over by the pineapple bun Lin Ye had brought, and had put everything else out of her mind. However, before eating the pineapple bun, she carefully put away the few coins, which puzzled Lin Ye, who wondered why this little devil had suddenly decided to become a rich woman again.

Could it be because of what I said last night?

Does Nightingale want to keep him as a mistress?

This is really... I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it.

Of course, that's what he said, but Lin Ye certainly wouldn't take it too seriously. After all, in Lin Ye's eyes, Nightingale was just an immature little girl, physically mature but emotionally naive.

If a little girl says she wants to be a sugar daddy, and the adult actually does it, then that's just too much of a beast.

Lin Ye sat beside Nightingale until she finished her pineapple bun before leading her away from the sanatorium to work.

Before leaving, Lin Ye glanced at the time; it was almost 2 PM. Thinking back, since joining Rhodes Island, whether as an intern or a full-time employee, he had rarely been on time. Lin Ye couldn't even remember how many times he had gone to work after lunch, but thankfully Rhodes Island wasn't too strict about it.

If Rhodes Island had an attendance system like the one in the previous life's companies, Lin Ye's salary would probably have been deducted in the first week.

But then again, being late wasn't entirely his fault. Rhodes Island should have considered this when they entrusted Nightingale to him, right? After all, the little devil quite likes to sleep in, and he was only late with tears in his eyes to accommodate her.