The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The mask in the judge's hand floated up and flew to Ning Feng's front.

The judge spoke calmly and unhurriedly, seemingly unconcerned about Ning Feng's suspicious nature, and also seemingly certain of his choice.

"You will become an adjudicator as the [Sword Bearer], exercising your rights and obligations."

"To judge evil without favoring anyone, without bowing to the enemy, and without betraying one's beliefs."

"This is what you need to do."

Are there no other restrictions?

really?I do not believe.

It sounds good, but the more generous the treatment, the easier it is to hide secrets.

His tone lacked respect; Ning Feng asked directly:

"Is it really that simple? Without any consequences?"

Since his reaction had already been seen through, Ning Feng was no longer used to hiding it.

However, his behavior was seen as completely different by others.

Number 86 is alright. Ning Feng asked a similar question before, so I know he is a very cautious person.

He just wanted to remind Ning Feng that the adjudicator was also a legend, and that he should be careful with his tone.

But thinking back to Ning Feng's nonchalant attitude after learning that Aiger was a legend, Number 86 decided to remain silent.

Perhaps Mr. Ning Feng truly has the confidence to not care.

But when it came to Egger...

Iger: ?

Young man, I understand.

You're not just reckless, you're genuinely reckless!

You even cut me down, fine, but you don't know I'm a legend, that's one thing.

You couldn't possibly not know the adjudicator, could you?

You know that every judge who can actually wear the Eye Child mask is at least a legend, right?

Besides, the other party is not just a legendary adjudicator!

Aiger wanted to leave; he was afraid that blood would splatter on him later.

Neither of the parties involved cared about what the audience thought.

"I've already told you the price."

The adjudicator remained calm and composed, and slowly said:

"Do not betray its approval."

Your identity comes from this sword, and as long as you remain its wielder, you have already paid the price.

Similarly, the moment you abandon it is the moment your identity ends.

In the Sky City, the stargazer with his eyes closed smiled slightly and added:

"And, as I said last time, don't challenge the dignity of the adjudicator again."

"This is the third time."

This time, it's not in a dream world.

!!!

Iger was even more shocked!

I wouldn't dare provoke such a big shot, and you actually provoked him three times!?

And the most outrageous thing is that you're completely unharmed?

Who exactly are you?

Ning's expression under the mask changed slightly, not because he was worried about the punishment in the court, but because he remembered the props that scumbag woman had placed there.

"Cough cough cough, I understand."

I'm sorry, I admit I spoke a little loudly just now...

This is definitely not out of fear of being locked up.

But what if there really is such a thing inside?

Being a coward is wrong, but we should still consider our integrity...

Nodding slightly, the adjudicator remained noncommittal regarding Ning Feng's apologetic attitude and asked:

"Soldier, what is your answer?"

No matter what disguise Ning Feng made, the adjudicator always addressed Ning Feng by only one name.

warrior.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Feng raised his head and addressed the stargazer:

"My answer..."

……

……

They appeared out of thin air at the door of the room. This time, only Ning Feng was there; Number 86 did not come back with him.

He looked down at the badge slowly dissipating in his hand, lost in thought.

"Is each of the Watchers' chapters a large, stable teleportation beacon?"

All teleportation points within the Watchers system are universal and can be used for inter-transfer.

If the Overwatch organization wanted to, all its branches could relocate large numbers of personnel in a very short time.

In other words...

In the event of war, any branch can become a bridgehead and the front line of the confrontation.

Remembering something, Ning Feng nodded at the camera in the corridor, revealing a reassuring and warm smile.

Send a message to Shirin, who might discover she's missing, to let her know she's safe.

He didn't know if Shirin had discovered that she had been taken away, but he still hoped she wouldn't do anything rash.

"There shouldn't be any problem, right? It's only been half a day."

"She's usually such a homebody, she'll probably observe for a while longer before making a decision."

After thinking it over, Ning Feng still didn't go to Xilin's room to let her know he was safe right away.

We can go tomorrow morning; it won't make a difference if we go a little later.

Moreover, our relationship has already grown quite close today, so going at this delicate juncture would be inappropriate.

In the dead of night, you go to a young woman's boudoir just to let her know you're safe?

If you don't go in and sit down, it will make the other person seem wary of you.

Once you're actually inside, do you really just want to sit there and not do anything else?

The progress is good so far, but we still can't push her too hard, otherwise it will put too much psychological pressure on her.

Taking too big a step can easily lead to trouble.

Ning Feng entered the password and gently opened the door. Just as he was about to turn on the light, his nose twitched.

So he quietly closed the door and silently entered the room in the darkness.

Question:

Why do I have to act like a thief when I go back to my own room?

The answer lies on Ning Feng's bed.

A faint fragrance wafted through the room, and soft breathing could be heard from the undulating shadows of the single bed.

Jiang Wan lay back on Ning Feng's bed in a rather unrestrained posture, occupying his territory.

The pillow was held between the body, bearing the weight like a bolster.

Her fair legs shone brightly in the darkness, and her slender, white arms peeked out from under the blanket, covering the last bit of it and preventing her from being fully exposed to the dim air.

With a faint pink blush and a look of exhaustion, she fell into a deep sleep, unaware that the person she was waiting for had returned.

"Breaking into a home and taking over the homeowner's bed? Honestly, what kind of petty thief are you?"

Ning Feng gently shook his head, not wanting to disturb Jiang Wan's sweet dream. Instead, he picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and bed and folded them neatly.

Yes, it's very neat; the whole set is here.

Yes, for some reason, it may need to be replaced.

He carefully sorted and packed the clothes, then silently took a spare set of clothes from the closet and placed it on Jiang Wan's bedside table.

As Ning Feng quietly did all this, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

He recalled the old days when he was the one packing Jiang Wan's clothes.

There were no differences between men and women back then, we were good brothers and didn't care about that.

As for now?

Needless to say, I've seen everything I should and shouldn't have seen, so what's the point of pretending?

After tidying up the room, he touched Jiang Wan's rosy cheek and walked away from the bedside.

He sat down by the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and silently looked at the bright moon outside.

The night exuded tranquility and mystery, and the stars in the sky were clearly visible under Ning Feng's transformed gaze.

He watched quietly, reflecting on what had happened in the past half-day.

The courtroom, ravens, a crippled angel of judgment, the sword of judgment, the adjudicator…

Cecilia's appearance, Ariana's slumber...