Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

It was also a good thing that the boss could hold back. If it were him, he would have called Roy long ago and asked him to keep the noise down.

Just as Monique had this thought, the next second, accompanied by a light ringtone and vibration, she and Roy looked at each other, then sighed deeply and took out the anonymous mobile phone from her arms.

There are only three people in Casimir who can contact both of them at the same time through anonymous mobile phones. One is Xuantie, another is Xuantie, and the other is still Xuantie.

"It's really a ghost. Whatever you fear will come true." Roy complained, answered the phone, and immediately changed to a business voice, saying enthusiastically: "Boss, today is a day off, what can I do for you?"

"Are you taking a break?" The voice on the other side of the microphone sounded a little surprised, and then asked, "What about Monique?"

Roy looked at Monique and spread his hands. Monique rolled her eyes and answered the phone: "Hello, Boss, new mission?"

"Uh...what am I doing..." As if Xuantie had hit the nail on the head, Monique quickly glanced at Roy, then turned back and said, "I'm learning from Roy."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then Monique's call was suddenly hung up. Roy once again remembered Xuantie's somewhat excited voice: "You are together."

What's with that tone of voice of yours that sounds like you've been hit?

Roy's heart was racing, and his mouth twitched. He did not respond to Xuantie's words, but asked directly: "Any mission?"

"It's not on public display, that's good. Ahem, Roy, you have to know my attitude. You've been with me for so long, you should know that I have never supported this kind of thing, but considering your seniority, intelligence, and carefulness, I can turn a blind eye this time. Remember, if you want to do it, don't leak the secret."

As an old hunter from this village, what you mean is that as long as the secret is not leaked, it's fine to digest it internally?

Oh!

Roy smacked his lips and said seriously, "Let's get down to business."

Seemingly realizing that he cared so much about his subordinates' emotional lives, which somewhat ruined the aloof persona he had worked so hard to create, the uneducated hunter from the village coughed twice, collected his breath, and said seriously, "It's nothing serious. The Business Federation gave them a job that was supposed to be done by Bai Jin, but she had been in office for too short a time, and they didn't trust her, so they nominated Qing Jin."

"The specific content has been sent to your terminal, please check it."

After giving the order, Xuantie paused and said, "You will be together every day off..."

Before it could finish its words, Roy hung up the phone.

Why didn't I realize that this illiterate old man from the village was so gossipy before? With this imagination, what kind of hand sanitizer will it make in the future? I'm grateful, so I might as well take over the Red Wine Newspaper. The next strongest paparazzi will be you, Xuantie.

And...Roy looked back at Monique who was waiting for his news.

He probably overestimated the emotional intelligence of this blue cat. She was a boon to the capitalists who could break into people's homes and take hostages on their days off just to go out to work together. Roy felt that it would be no less difficult to capture her than to capture his father.

Digest 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 called her suddenly and then suddenly hung up the phone, which made her feel inexplicably guilty, as if she was caught slacking off at work by her boss, or caught on a date with her father-in-law.

"Nothing, just an expedited order."

As Roy spoke, he opened the information received in the communication terminal. After seeing the dark and resolute face, he was silent for a moment, and before Monique came forward, he quickly put the terminal into his arms, showing a helpless expression: disgusted

"No way, I'll do it."

"Hmm? Don't you need my help?" Monique asked. Although it was a bit strange to say this, she had recently gotten used to doing Roy's work together since Roy went on a [Special Mission].

Thanks to her and Little Platinum's diligence, Roy was able to get a perfect A+ on the attendance sheet without having to punch in for a day.

But this time, Roy doesn't plan to give the task to Monique.

After all, this mission target was still somewhat famous in his memory. In the original plot, he was the champion of the Casimir Knight Competition, the founder of the infected knight system, the spiritual leader and savior of countless infected people - Blood Knight, Dikaiopolis.

He is a good man. Roy always helps good people.

"It's helpless. The richest people in Casimir have already made the decision, and the decision is made for me, not you. You may feel puzzled, or want to know the reason, but here, I can only tell you: I have no comment. You should use your own eyes to observe the truth behind it. Such an answer is not a vulgar decryption, but more meaningful."

[Currently loaded module: ? Level [Kal'tsit's Riddle]: As one of the most mysterious beings on this land, the words of the lynx always carry extraordinary magic, making people feel as if they can peek into the truth of the land. 3

Effect: When you speak, your words will be covered with a layer of fog, making people seem to understand but not quite understand, but also convinced. (When "this land" appears in your sentence, the effect is doubled.) 2

Monique tilted her head, not quite understanding. She had to admit that although what Roy had just said was inexplicable, it made sense. Since Roy had already said so, he could only nod and said with some regret:

"Well, you have a point. See you next time."

"Goodbye." Roy waved goodbye guiltily and turned to leave, but the next second he suddenly realized something and turned back.

But Monique, who realized that she had made a "slip of the tongue", dared not stay at the crime scene. Filin's agility was fully utilized. When Roy turned around, her back had already fled to the end of the street.

"Good guy."

Touching his pinched waist, Roy whistled in a good mood.

"This is really the sun rising from the west."

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

In the morning on the streets of Block 0 in the old city, a noisy loudspeaker loudly announced the winners of the previous night's competition:

"Good morning, Grand Knight Leader. There were three winners of last night's Knight Competition Lotto! An unprecedented three! Let us congratulate them, the lucky winners of Casimir! Please bring your lottery tickets to the Commercial Federation Prize Redemption Center to redeem your prizes!"

The man with strong muscles and bronze skin put on the iconic bright red armor, held the helmet in his arms, opened the door and walked out.

On both sides of the road, residents were lying in a mess, their clothes were disheveled, their faces were pale and thin, and occasionally one could see dark crystals growing from the exposed skin on their necks or arms. They were all infected.

The infected people are penniless and homeless. Rejected by this giant city, they can only stay in dirty underground taverns every night to drink. At dawn, when they are drunk, they stagger to the side of the road and fall asleep with their backs facing the sky and their faces facing the earth.

They are just floating duckweed, and no one cares about the feelings of the infected. For the rulers of Casimir, Block 0, which even the police are unwilling to approach, is the greatest kindness to these "untouchables".

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

As usual, he picked up the people who fell on the roadside one by one and brought them back to his home. He then took out the washed quilts from the cupboard and covered them with them. After doing all this, Dikaiopolis wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned around and looked at the door of his house.

A man wearing a smiling mask stood outside the open door. When he turned around, the man nodded at him.

"Excuse me, do you need me for something?" asked Dikaiopolis.

Roy waved to Dikaiopolis, pointed at the sleeping infected people behind him, and finally turned and walked out of the house.

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

After quietly waiting for Dikaiopolis to close and lock the door of the room, Roy spoke:

"Your Excellency Blood Knight, nice to meet you."

The mask has a built-in voice changer that makes his voice sound more neutral.

Dikaiopolis frowned slightly under his helmet and looked Roy up and down. After confirming that he had never seen this person before, he asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"You can think of me as a lobbyist," Roy said. "My boss assigned me a job early in the morning. I'm here to convince you not to participate in the Knights Tournament."

"I can't do it." Dikaiopolis's answer was concise and quick, as if he didn't think about it at all, and just said the word out of "inertia".

He had received similar persuasion and even threats countless times in this period of time. Those people were either dressed in suits or ragged, young and energetic, or staggering. They stood in front of him, using condescending teachings or angry scolding to try to make him give up the game on his own initiative, and promised him generous rewards to comfort him.

But he only asked them one question: "You get paid as lobbyists, but what about the infected people sleeping in the living room behind me, sleeping on the street and no one cares about them?"

Who would care about the lives of these infected people? They are like the wheat straw left in the land after harvest. They clearly bear the heaviest suffering and are buried in the humblest soil, but they are abandoned as a matter of course. If he is not standing here, who will care about them?

"If there is nothing else, please go back."

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

“I might be the last one.”

The Blood Knight took the step he had just taken and turned around to look at Roy. The hooded man with a smiling mask on his face did not draw his weapon as he had expected. Instead, the voice behind the mask spoke slowly and calmly:

"Dikaiopolis, titled Blood Knight, formerly titled Blazing Axe Knight, Minoan, Infected. As far as I know, your original purpose of participating in the Knights' Games was just to survive. You didn't want to be their protector from the beginning, but were forced to play the role of [Hero] due to public opinion and reputation. And now, you are a titled knight recognized by Casimir. Even if you don't participate in the next tournament, your survival problem can be perfectly solved. As long as you agree, the latest mineral disease inhibitor developed by Rebirth Pharmaceuticals will be delivered to your door in ten minutes."

"There are many ways to protect the infected, you don't have to choose the riskiest one."

"You do seem to know me better than anyone else?" There was a hint of surprise in the Blood Knight's tone.

He had to admit that Roy's proposal was indeed very attractive. If his goal was only to protect the infected people at the moment, getting a batch of mineral disease inhibitors would definitely be faster and more effective than participating in the tournament, and would be more effective in solving the urgent needs of the infected people.

But he still shook his head and looked behind Roy, outside Block 0, at the prosperous streets of Casimir. His voice was still heavy and lamenting:

"Are you from Casimir, sir?"

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

Dikaiopolis seemed to agree with Roy's answer and continued:

"If you are, if you are still awake, then you will definitely realize what Casimir is missing today."

Roy knew what Dikaiopolis was referring to. It was a spirit, an idealistic traditional spirit like the Knights of Glory. Today, Casimir is rich in products and wealth. Among almost all examples of the transition from feudal society to capitalism on Terra, it has achieved a high speed and peace that is rare. Their achievements are admired and praised by even their former mortal enemy, the Leitanians, who sent nobles to learn from them. But this Casimir is hollow. Capital, industry, wealth, these things exist in any country, but the things that support this country to be called "the country of knights - Casimir" have been eaten away.

Such a country is nothing more than a puppet. It can be called Casimir or Colombia.

Roy agrees with this statement. In the process of development, there are always some things that cannot be lost. Otherwise, even if Casimir becomes powerful in the future and wants to revive these things, where should it go to find them in the garbage dump of history?

It was for this reason that Roy took the initiative to take on this task.

He didn't think a good man like Dikaiopolis had to die. Apparently, his boss thought the same, so he left a small loophole for him in the mission he was given - the mission goal was to prevent Dikaiopolis from participating in the preliminaries of today's Knights Tournament, and his life was not necessary to complete the mission.

"Phew - you should be happy that the person you met was me. If I were partnered with that stubborn guy, you would have been chased to the ends of the earth by now."

Roy took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face under the smiling mask. He raised his head and said as if talking to himself:

"As a professional, no one has seen my face and no one has really heard my voice. My goal is to delay you for three hours and make the Blood Knight miss this morning's qualifying match. According to the information I just found out, because there is a temporary exhibition match added at noon at the Meteor Arena, the qualifying match of the arena has been postponed to the evening. The Blood Knight must not know this news, otherwise it will be a big trouble~"

A look of surprise flashed across Dikaiopolis's face. He obviously didn't expect the "lobbyist" in front of him to suddenly tell him such confidential information. But he was not a fool. Seeing this, he immediately thanked him:

"I see, thank you. So shall we do a real fight or a fake fight next?"

"Shh!" Roy quickly raised his finger, silencing me. "Nonsense, why don't you act completely? Not only do you have to fight, but you have to fight realistically, and you have to get hurt, otherwise I won't be able to explain myself. This shouldn't affect you, right?"

"Of course!" Dikaiopolis affirmed. The blood magic he practiced had the effect of accelerating the healing of injuries. As long as the injury was not fatal, the recovery time would not be too long. Not to mention that the friendly "lobbyist" in front of him also left him half a day to rest.

Dikaiopolis did what he said. He raised his hand, lowered his body, made a fighting posture, and waved to Roy:

"bring it on."

Roy was stunned: "Bare-handed, you don't use any weapons?"

Dikaiopolis grinned, raised an eyebrow at Roy, and said, "We were attacked suddenly and rushed to meet the enemy. We didn't have time to draw our weapons!"

This made Roy very happy. It is not easy to learn good things, but it is easy to learn bad things. He has learned the essence of three-point shooting so quickly. He has a bright future!

So he also gestured with his hands, clasped his fists, and made a gesture of concession, saying, "Well, excuse me first! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Action!"

Before he finished speaking, Roy pushed off the ground, accelerated suddenly, raised his hand and threw five whirlwind invincible big bags towards Dikaiopolis' face!

Dikaiopolis: “???”

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After traveling to Honkai Impact 3, Lin Mo became a bad boy in Qianyu Academy. But who would have known that his mind was actually connected to the paradise of the past, and that Ying Jie could appear in his consciousness.

It is worth mentioning that the entire paradise of the afterlife can watch his actions like watching a live broadcast.

The first one to appear was Alicia, who had the True Self Mark. She wanted him to conquer Raiden Mei every day and win the favor of various girls.

Every time he goes through training, a mark will appear on his body. Only when Ying Jie fully recognizes him can he fully inherit the mark that Ying Jie represents.

Learn to slack off with Padufils, communicate with Fu Hua about your state of mind, let Vivi talk about what it feels like to be a psychopath, and do an experiment with Mebius to make him immortal...

Lin Mo thought that this kind of time would continue forever, until one day, a light curtain with a countdown appeared in his consciousness space.

[Reaching the pre-collapse civilization 24 hours later, overcoming difficulties together with Raiden Mei]

Lin Mo: The entire paradise is watching my live broadcast. Is it too late to abandon it now?

Volume 1: Chapter 21: Exhibition Match Preparation

"Ahem, mic test, mic test...Everyone, welcome to the Meteor Arena."

In the commentary booth, Big Mouth Mob was adjusting his microphone while nervously looking at the arena stage where preparations were being made.

The Meteor Arena is one of the leading large arenas in Cavalleria, which can accommodate 100,000 people at the same time. The center of the arena has military-grade cameras purchased from Colombia, and the top ultra-large high-definition display screen is enough to ensure the high-quality viewing experience of the audience in the entire arena. At the same time, it has a mature marketing system. The prize pool-lottery system jointly launched by giants in various fields such as Karen Electronics, Rose Newspapers, and John's Mother is a brand-new creation of the Casimir Knights' athletic sponsorship model.

Being able to commentate on a game in such a stadium is the biggest dream of countless commentators in their lifetime.

And he, Mob, is sitting in this commentary booth at this moment, facing 100,000 empty seats, tens of thousands of spectators waiting to go on stage, and countless staff members who are debugging equipment and communicating processes. He will be the commentator of this game.

"Roy."

Repeating this name over and over again, Big Mouth Mob took several deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress his surging emotions.

Roy, this man is his savior!

Before he met Roy, he was just a relatively new commentator at the Ice Soul Arena. According to his colleagues, he would need at least another four or five years of experience to become a top commentator. But since he met Roy and commented on his match with Rusty Bronze Olmer Ingra, his life has changed.

Being popular is an effect. When one person succeeds, everyone else will benefit. As an indispensable figure in a competition, the commentator's presence is second only to the two players on the field. This was especially true in the debut match of the Ice Soul Arena, because Olmer Ingra was unexpectedly defeated. When he introduced the contestants from both sides before the game, his fair and just attitude won the favor of countless Casimir people.