Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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Just as the reconstruction of the temporary base was progressing rapidly, some ominous news suddenly spread within the Exiled Empire—

"The clerk has gone missing."

"real or fake?"

"Absolutely true!"

This news would never have caused such a stir under normal circumstances.

But the situation is unusual right now.

The position of clerk is not low within the War Court, and it becomes even more important during wartime.

Furthermore, with Glick's case already in the foreground, many in the exiled empire couldn't help but draw parallels.

"There were three people who attacked the Mechanicus Cult's temporary base. Do you think the scribe might be one of them?"

"No, it can't be that bad, can it?"

"What's impossible about that? Before this, would you have believed that Glick had secretly sided with Silver Moonlight?"

One sentence left those who tried to refute speechless.

But then they found new questions.

“This isn’t right. I can accept that the Mechanicus could kill Glick, but I really don’t believe they killed the scribe as well.”

"That's right."

Some people nodded in agreement.

The clerk's abilities far surpass those of Glick.

If Glick is a rising star among the Dominator-level powerhouses, then the Scribe is a long-established veteran.

The two are by no means comparable in strength.

On the surface, it's already astonishing that An Ran, who had been promoted to Star Domain Ruler for less than a year, could kill Glik. If he could kill the Secretary as well, that would be terrible.

The Mechanicus cult is probably about to ascend to heaven.

"They might not have been killed in the explosion. Maybe they ran away because they were worried about their identities being exposed?"

"This one……"

As the group was engaged in a heated discussion, a young man in law enforcement uniform walked over with a gloomy expression.

He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Don't believe rumors! Don't spread rumors! Don't you, as soldiers of the Empire, understand such a simple thing?"

Those people were so frightened that they shrank back and quickly explained that they understood.

"The more critical the moment, the more you need to improve your ability to distinguish right from wrong, and don't let others think you're a fool."

"..."

The law enforcement sergeant continued, "If you're really bored, you should think about how to improve your strength. Every bit of strength you gain will increase your chances of survival in the upcoming war."

After scolding away the gossipers, the law enforcement officer turned to look around.

When a petite figure came into view, his heart skipped a beat.

I rub!

I never expected that esteemed person would be sitting right here.

This is the prophet of the Mechanicus who could very well have blown up the scribe.

He quickly went over to greet them: "Prophet Anran, I didn't know you were here..."

An Ran waved her hand: "It's okay, you go ahead and do your thing."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The law enforcement officers disappeared in an instant.

An Ran knew she was in trouble.

Sure enough, she soon encountered Heda with a mocking smile on her face: "I heard you blew up our War Court's scribe. You're something else."

As long as Anran is not doing well, Heda will be doing well.

That smug look made An Ran want to stuff the time-space trap right into her chest.

I'll blow you to bits, you son of a bitch!

Heda is considered one of the more outspoken people, and who knows how many people are secretly gossiping about her.

For example, a dialogue like this—

"How did her strength improve so quickly?"

"Even if it's a mechanic, it doesn't make sense."

"That's an exaggeration! That's a court clerk!"

Yeah, that's fucking outrageous.

You all know that he was the clerk of the War Court.

Why don't you guys think carefully about whether I can actually blow him up?

Are you grouping me together to make fun of me?

Needless to say, the scribe of the War Court is definitely the White Demon of the Chain of Judgment.

That guy is really dead now, but he was killed by a sneak attack from a shadow.

There is no direct connection between him and An Ran.

Actually, since that's how things are being said outside, An Ran really hopes that the White Demon blew himself up. That way, she would definitely gain a lot of experience and complete at least one hidden quest.

"Damn it, what bad luck," An Ran couldn't help but mutter.

She didn't even get a sip of soup, yet she took the blame completely.

It's absolutely toxic.

Inquiries from higher levels are probably coming soon.

The next day, Anran received Nathaniel's summons.

However, this time she went to attend a war council meeting.

As the meeting was drawing to a close, Nathaniel brought up the matter of the clerk again.

The explanation was not much different from that of the law enforcement sergeant, but in the final decision, An Ran was arranged to become Heda's assistant.

"..."

Hey, hey, hey, are you guys messing with me?

Heda glared angrily at the voters.

Everyone must have deliberately arranged for the two of them to be together because they knew they had a conflict.

The purpose was also clear: to use her to test An Ran's true strength.

Heda turned her gaze toward Nathaniel.

Nathaniel offered no further comment, which made Hedda realize that the arbitrators also supported the decision.

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You bunch of bastards!

Before she could furiously bomb Glick and the clerk, she had already suffered a great loss at Anran's hands.

If we provoke her now, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

But Heda could only swallow her anger.