Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"I understand." After answering insincerely, Mainna put down the sword in his hand. The power around him had been fully restored, and Casimir returned to his former appearance.

PS: This chapter is mainly a transition, and it is a brief background for readers who don’t have a detailed understanding of the background of Haisi’s world-destruction line.

(It also satisfies my desire to replicate YJ. I always like to start giving serious lectures when it gets dark. This is true for Reed Pipes and Tallulah Alina.)

Volume 1: Chapter 116: Master, you are just coaxing a child

"In view of the various unrealistic conspiracy theories and slanderous news currently circulating on the Internet, the Business Federation hereby reiterates that this major power outage was purely an accident. It was caused by the power load brought about by the extremely high attention of this special tournament and the overload caused by the large-scale Originium technique used by the champion Roy at the end, which was not within the scope of consideration. As a punishment, the Business Federation and the Knights Association have fined Roy and issued a serious warning."

The solemn voice of the spokesperson of the Business Federation was heard on the TV screen. In line with this statement, the investigation report on the four-city power outage incident, jointly issued by Russell, the Grand Knight of the Supervisory Council, and the National Council, was published earlier. The report also defined this incident as an accident caused by poor consideration, and warned the cause of the accident: Roy.

For the general public, this was no big deal. A power outage that lasted less than ten minutes was not a matter of life and death for them. Instead, it became a topic of conversation for them to tell jokes and boast about their own experiences. They were neither surprised nor disgusted by the fact that Roy was fined. Fines are fines, Roy is a champion, and there will be plenty of money in the future. Moreover, being able to directly overload the power of the entire city with the Originium technique is a myth that you will never hear of in your lifetime. Those who were lucky enough to be eyewitnesses were even more proud of it. They excitedly spread the "Pegasus Meteor" video shot that night on the Internet, which was as exposed as a flash bomb.

For those upper-level people who knew part of the inside story, these two statements were even more intriguing. The Chamber of Commerce and the Supervisory Committee rarely acted in unison. They expected that the Chamber of Commerce would accuse the Supervisory Committee of not fulfilling its responsibility to protect Casimir, and the Supervisory Committee would accuse the Chamber of Commerce of cutting corners in circuit maintenance. Then the two sides would start a large-scale quarrel, and finally one side would pay compensation. Based on past experience, the Supervisory Committee should be the one to give in in the end.

But it is very interesting that both parties chose to compromise and reconcile at the same time, and even directly put the responsibility for the power outage on a competitive knight.

The issuance of the two statements and the viral video of "Pegasus Meteor" on the Internet pushed Roy's popularity to another climax and also attracted the attention of more knights who usually showed no interest in knight competitions.

But Roy didn't care about all this.

"Does our champion have no home of his own?"

Mainna held the newspaper in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on Roy who was already sitting at the dining table, and she made some merciless comments.

He was already the champion and had a bright future ahead of him, but Roy seemed to have no sense of self-awareness at all. Not only did he come to his house every day to eat, but he also didn't pay a penny.

This is simply unreasonable!

Where are your ideals, your ambitions, and the sense of crisis you feel when you stand by the open sewer and talk seriously about the end of the world?

At least you should pay for the food!

Is it interesting for a working person like me to get free sex every day?

This kind of simple and straightforward foul mouth was definitely not something that Mahenna could say in his current state. He could only sigh and said to Maria who was carrying the dishes out of the kitchen:

"I'm planning to go on a long trip soon."

"OK?"

Maria nodded subconsciously, then realized what was happening and shouted:

"Uncle, are you going out? Where to? With whom?"

This voice also attracted Zofia in the kitchen. She held a spatula in one hand, poked her head out, and asked with half surprise and half curiosity: "Are you alone?"

"Myself."

"How long ago was the last time you went out?"

"...It's been almost four years, right?" Maenna's face showed a look of worry. Ever since Snitz Linguang disappeared, he had never given up looking for them. But the earth is so vast, and without any clues, his search has always been like a headless fly. The last news he got was four years ago, when it was said that Snitz Linguang and his wife appeared in the extremely cold land north of Sami. He embarked on a long journey at that time, and spent countless money and time to prove that it was just a ridiculous lie.

After returning from that long journey, facing the gradually declining Linguang family, he could only temporarily give up the plan of searching for the next time. He restrained his edge and found a job in a construction company led by the Great Knight. While working to support his family, he collected information and waited quietly.

Until Roy showed up. The news he brought that "Snitz Lingguang and his wife had appeared in Leitania" rekindled some hope for Mainna.

Although even Roy could not confirm the accuracy of this information, and could not even give the exact news such as "they appeared in that city", Mainna didn't care. Wasn't it the same when he set out that time?

"This time I'm going to Leitania for about four months."

Maenna said slowly, his tone as unquestionable as ever, and he looked at Zofia:

"During this time, I'll ask you to help take care of Maria."

"We are all family, so what's the point of helping or not helping?" Sofia waved her hand, indicating that she didn't care. She lived alone anyway, and with Maria at home, she could be more lively. She was so happy that she couldn't contain herself.

Maria, however, hesitated for a moment after hearing the news that Maena was going on a long journey, but still spoke:

"While uncle is out, can you help me find out about my sister?"

Margaret had been away from Casimir for a long time. At first, she would ask a messenger to bring two letters home, but later, she didn't know whether it was because she was in the deep wilderness and couldn't find the messenger, or she encountered some trouble, and even the letters stopped coming. Maria was always worried about her.

Moreover, she also had some selfish motives. She wanted to confirm whether her sister had seen the report in the Red Wine Newspaper. If she hadn't seen it, it would be fine. If she had, Maria would have to consider whether to choose a better burial site for herself in advance.

She might become the first Pegasus in the Linguang family to die from a blooming butt.

Seeing Maria's urgent eyes, Mayenna nodded helplessly: "I understand. I'll help ask."

"Come to think of it, I'm going to be away for a while too." As soon as Mainna finished speaking, Roy followed suit with a +1.

Maria's reaction was even bigger than before: "Hey, Master Roy is leaving too, where are you going?"

"Go out and find treasure." Roy said seriously.

Maria rolled her eyes: "Master, you are just coaxing a child!"

"Of course not." Roy just opened his mouth and was glared at by Maria. She added, "Of course not. I'm here to look for treasure. Maybe I can run into your sister."

What do you mean you might meet me? Why don't you just say you're going to see my sister?

Clearly the rumor originated from her, but for some reason, Maria seemed to be almost believing it herself.

Volume 1: Chapter 117: Our Rhodes Island is home to hidden dragons and crouching tigers

Rhode Island, early morning, 8:00.

As a former professional soldier in Bolivar, Instructor Dobin has a strict schedule. She goes to bed at 10 pm, wakes up at 7 am, goes to the training room on time at 8 am to start training, and is responsible for the training of the reserve team operators in the afternoon. She is very satisfied with this kind of life.

Under her leadership, many operators also spontaneously began their daily training, including Operator Margaret Linguang, who had only been on the island for a short time but was very much to her liking.

Operator Lin Guang was born into a noble family, but she was not arrogant at all. Not only did she not have any resistance to working with infected people, she also often took the initiative to apply for participation in those dangerous and difficult rescue missions. This left a good impression on the elite operators on Rhodes Island. She never relaxed about training. Sometimes, Doberman could even see that Operator Lin Guang appeared in the training room earlier than she did.

Although they haven't reached the stage of friends yet, they are considered acquaintances.

However, in the past few days, Dubin never saw Lin Guang in the training room again. Even at lunch time, she only saw Lin Guang quietly packing up the food and taking care of the blonde Sarkaz girl without saying a word. This made her a little worried.

This worry reached its peak when he once again stepped into the empty conference room this morning. Dubin gritted his teeth and finally decided to knock on the door of the director of the medical department's office.

"Doctor Kal'tsit, do you know how Operator Lin Guang is doing recently? I didn't see her come to the training room today. Is there something wrong with her body?"

Inside the gate, Kal'tsit, who had just made herself a cup of coffee, looked towards the gate in surprise with dark circles under her eyes.

She had just finished an all-night operation, but she didn't expect that the person who came was not little Amiya who urged her to go to bed, but the always mature and steady Doberman, and what he asked about was the hottest topic on the island recently - Operator Lin Guang's family affairs.

Has Instructor Doberman's intelligence been so out of touch with the public?

After thinking for a while, Kal'tsit said through the door:

"Operator Lin Guang's physical examination showed no abnormalities. She has not participated in training recently, which may be due to psychological factors."

"Psychological factors?"

Dubin was stunned for a moment, but then nodded in understanding. As a soldier who had actually been on the battlefield, she was very aware of the crucial impact of psychological state on soldiers. Operator Lin Guang usually looked very optimistic, but Dubin had also read Lin Guang's medical report. As an infected person, it was not difficult for her to understand that she would be in a low mood for a few days.

Coincidentally, Dubin thought he could help Margaret with this kind of thing!

She immediately suggested, "Doctor Kal'tsit, I would like to apply to visit Operator Lin Guang."

Aren’t you the instructor of the preparatory group? When did you become so close to Casimir’s Brilliant Knight?

Kal'tsit's forehead seemed to have a question mark. Moreover, Lin Guang was obviously troubled by emotional problems. What's the point of you going there with Dubin? Aren't you also an older single woman? Why don't you go there together to complain?

It’s better not to do things that add negative energy. She doesn’t want the two of them to come to her for psychological counseling together.

After all, she doesn't seem to have much say in this matter.

Kelsey looked a little embarrassed and suggested, "Coach Dubin, psychological counseling is not within your scope of responsibility. The medical department will be responsible for this matter, so you don't have to worry about it."

"But I have a lot of experience in these matters!" Dubin was also a person who refused to admit defeat. As a former military sergeant and current instructor of mineral patients, she really wanted to help Lin Guang, so she said firmly and seriously: "I used to be an officer in Bolivar. My soldiers and I have done this kind of thing. In terms of experience in this area, the doctors in Rhode Island may not have as much experience as I do."

"Besides, I have always admired Miss Margaret very much. I also hope to take this opportunity to bring us closer together!"

Dupin's words were sonorous and powerful, not like a request, but rather like a report from a soldier to his superior.

In contrast to her loud voice, there was silence inside the door of the director of the medical department's office.

Kal'tsit's hands were shaking like those of a Parkinson's patient, and the cup of boiling hot coffee was like the food in a chef's wok, bouncing and rolling back and forth, shaking like a sieve.

She was really shocked. For tens of thousands of years, she had seen many things on this land. She used to think that no matter how outrageous the scene was, it was just a trivial matter in her eyes. But just now, Dubin's true confession still made her tremble all over.

What does it mean that you have done it with your soldiers and you have a lot of experience in this area?

You...no, you, have I always laughed at you before, are you still Bolivar's scandalous soldier?

I have never seen such a scene before (x) I have never seen such a scene before (√)

If Theresa had been half as smart as you were at that time, Theresis wouldn't have rebelled.

Pursing her lips, Kal'tsit drank the cup of scalding hot coffee with trembling hands and nodded:

"In that case, go ahead. Remember..."

Her voice rose a few degrees and said:

"Remember, don't do anything out of the ordinary!"

Doberman, who was standing outside the door, looked at the closed door without knowing what was going on. He tilted his head, not knowing what Kal'tsit's last words meant. He just thought it was a routine advice and replied:

"Understood, thank you doctor!"

Doberman's footsteps slowly faded away from the corridor, but Kal'tsit, who was sitting in the medical department's office, could not calm down for a long time. She was completely refreshed, and the fatigue brought by cultivation had been swept away by the great stimulation. Looking at the coffee stains on the table, Kal'tsit seemed to have thought of something, stood up and walked to the desk, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the number of the command center.

After a moment, Amiya's lovely voice came from the other end of the microphone:

"Teacher Kal'tsit, what happened?"

"Amiya, I think we should conduct a comprehensive investigation of the social background and resume of the operators recruited by Rhodes Island."

"Huh?" Amiya's expression froze. Checking resumes was no small matter. Rhodes Island now had no less than a hundred operators in the combat department alone, and hundreds more in the logistics department. There were also many patients with mineral diseases who worked while sick in exchange for medical resources. This required a comprehensive check. Not to mention the time it would take, the money alone would not be a small amount.

She quickly asked, "Why do you suddenly want to do this, Teacher Kal'tsit, have you found any problem?"

"Yes." Kal'tsit replied earnestly, "I discovered that our Rhodes Island is truly home to many hidden talents."

Volume 1: Chapter 118: Protecting her is like protecting the world

"I, I want to go back to Casimir!"

In the medical department's office, the Brilliant Knight Margaret Linguang put on a tough and red face and applied to Kal'tsit who was sitting in the office chair.

Faced with such a sudden request, even Kal'tsit was somewhat surprised. After some thought, she still advised:

"Have you thought it through? Casimir has not yet lifted your exile. It is not a good quality to make irrational choices simply because of emotional factors. I hope you can think it through and make a more rational choice after truly facing your inner feelings."

Margaret was silent.

Is it possible that this silence is not due to the effect of Kal'tsit's persuasion?

I mean, is there such a possibility? It may not be correct.

This "emotional factor" you are talking about now is the reason why I have to go back no matter what?

As if noticing the grievance in Margaret's eyes, Kal'tsit softened her cold tone a little and consoled her: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can talk to me about your frustration. As the head of the medical department, I also have corresponding responsibilities for the mental health of the operators."

At this point, she seemed to recall what happened in the office yesterday, and she emphasized:

"However, I don't have much experience in matters of the heart. For things like this, I still have to rely on myself most of the time."

"I really didn't... I didn't go back to Casimir for emotional reasons!" Margaret finally struggled.

Kelsey asked back: "Then why did you go back to Casimir?"

"To find Roy."

As soon as Margaret's words came out, the office fell into a strange and awkward silence. After a while, Margaret raised her head, sniffed as if resigned to her fate, and said:

"Doctor Kelsey..."

"I understand everything."

"That's great. Thanks."

"When you've taken care of it, come back early." Kal'tsit said, paused, and added, "If you don't come back, remember to send a message to Amiya. After all, you are also an operator of Rhodes Island. If there is time, I think Amiya will also come on behalf of Rhodes Island..."

"Dr. Kelsey! I'm leaving!"

Margaret Linguang interrupted Kal'tsit loudly with the sound of her teeth almost breaking.

From the looks of it, Kal'tsit will soon be heading to the banquet!

What else do you want to say? Are you going to give me an advertisement to promote Rhode Island’s midwifery business next?

I didn't expect you to be this kind of Kalsey.

Almost unable to make sense in one breath, Margaret ran out of the office as if escaping, leaving behind only the creaking sound of the slowly closing door and Kal'tsit's thoughtful gaze inside the door.

Yes, it is not good to say these things directly. The girl is young and still reserved, unlike me.