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"The group chat is buzzing with excitement over Ms. Black Tower's disappearance. It's clear the entire station is in turmoil because of her."

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Blade teeth.

"Ms. Heita is missing? Was she kidnapped?"

Retsukai's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine how many people in this universe would dare to kidnap an Envoy of [Intelligence]. It was like someone on Earth daring to kidnap Hanma Yujiro—besides the question of whether it could be done, the key motivation remained a mystery.

Kidnapping Heita, could it be that they want to ask the envoy to arrest all the kidnappers?

"Hahaha, I'd like to see who's brave enough to challenge the envoy." Hanma Yujiro grinned, "Is this considered a provocation? With Heita's personality, she'll definitely accept it."

"But it was only her doll that was kidnapped, right? Not the real her. No one has ever seen what her real self looks like."

Miyamoto Musashi lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then slowly said, "I don't think this is an ordinary 'kidnapping'. If someone really dared to attack the Black Tower, she would definitely locate the puppet immediately and quickly eliminate the other party... With her strength, it should not be difficult to do so."

"Indeed, I can't imagine Ms. Heita being at a disadvantage." Hanayama Xun suddenly said, "Everyone, is there a possibility that the kidnappers are not human?"

Tokugawa said sternly, "Hanayama, do you have any basis for what you said?"

"There's no basis for this," Kaoru Hanayama shook his head honestly. "I just think no normal human would do something like provoking the Emissary. If the other party really had the strength to rival Ms. Black Tower, why would they steal her puppet in secret?"

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"Xing was about to go to the Black Tower office to check on the situation when she suddenly lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, Screwgum and Ester seemed to be discussing something in front of her."

"Mr. Screwgum, this was a premeditated attack..."

“Conclusion: The enemy’s target is the space station. But the method… we still don’t know.”

"Asda was about to continue speaking when a familiar male voice interrupted her."

“That’s right.”

"As the words fell, a tall and slender young man slowly approached. His golden pupils flickered in the darkness, like an eternal star in the night."

“That’s why we need her.”

Chapter 303: Mediocrity and the Crown of God: Mediocre People Make Trouble (I)

"The man slowly approached Xing, pressing forward with a calm and composed air."

"The last person to see the Black Tower puppet before it was attacked was...she."

"He leaned forward slightly, his face very close to hers. Xing could even see the glimmer in his pupils. They didn't look like ordinary eyes, but more like some kind of sophisticated instrument, silently analyzing her every reaction."

He smiled faintly, stood up and walked to the side. Xing stared at him blankly, feeling that he looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it: "You are...?"

Estelle cleared her throat and introduced Xing, "This is the company's academic representative, Mr. Latio from the [Poetic Society]."

"After all, she just regained consciousness and her mind is still unclear. She needs..."

"The man slowly turned around, and a smooth plaster head appeared above him without warning. His handsome face was instantly replaced by the cold, hard material."

“Some tips.”

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Konosuba: God's blessing on this wonderful world.

"Wow! This is so cool!"

Huihui’s red eyes sparkled. If she knew flying magic, she’d probably want to stick her head to the sky. “Such an abstinent temperament, such a perfect appearance! If he’s willing to learn explosion magic from me… he’d be the most perfect man in the world!”

“You guys, one by one…” Kazuma looked at them with disgust. When he saw Aqua’s infatuated look, he nudged her with his elbow: “Hey! Aqua… you’re a goddess after all, can you control yourself a little? Your saliva is about to flow onto the table!”

"There's nothing I can do about it. Among all the reincarnated people from another world that I've been responsible for, there's never been one as handsome as Mr. Latio." Aqua shrugged her shoulders with a look of regret on her face.

"What you said sounds so familiar to me... I think you said the same thing when Danheng, Jeppard, Jingyuan, Ren, and Yinzhi appeared?" Kazuma narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "...Aqua, how many reincarnated people have you been responsible for?"

"I'm the elite in charge of reincarnation work in your Japanese region!" Aqua snorted. "Before you doubt me, Kazuma, you should take care of yourself first, right?"

“Tsk.” Although he was very unhappy, he couldn’t find any reason to refute. Kazuma glanced at the professor on the skylight and muttered quietly, “What’s so good about this cold man…”

“Kazuma, you don’t understand… That’s the look I want!” Darkness, lost in her own fantasy, blushed and began to falter, looking itchy. “That condescending, cold, and contemptuous look… It’s perfect! If he could point at me with chalk and force me to obey his orders… I’d do anything!”

"Oh? Really?" Kazuma smiled with interest.

She folded her hands over her chest, rubbing her fingers together for a while, and said shyly: "Well, well... of course."

"What if he orders you to join the Society of Knowledge on your own wits?"

Darkness: “?”

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"You know roughly what happened. A few system hours ago, one of Madam Black Tower's puppets was attacked for unknown reasons. Its whereabouts are unknown, and its signal remains unresolved," Estelle explained briefly.

"No surveillance?" Xing asked doubtfully.

Ester lowered her eyes. "No. The attack occurred at an off-site station, outside the surveillance area. Ms. Black Tower ignored the incident and was out on patrol."

"ScrewGum added, 'Before this happened, she was invited by the company.'"

Latio approached slowly. "This is the Technical Research and Development Department. Ms. Apollo is a capable woman, but her subordinates are all laymen. They are ambitious and passionate, but lack any brains—they are as big as primitive people."

"They wanted to collaborate with Black Tower and invited me to join them as a technical advisor. I gladly accepted, so I could observe up close how these members of the Big Smart Club squandered the company's assets."

"But... the timing is incredibly perfect. Perhaps someone leaked the information, allowing the attackers to exploit it. The Black Tower seems accustomed to such provocations, which makes me curious."

"I've long heard that Mr. Latio is a leader in the academy. We are honored by your willingness to assist us."

"No need for the compliments." Latio glanced at ScrewGum behind Ester and sneered, "Our time is precious, and my time is precious. Besides, discussing the excellence of ordinary people in front of a genius seems a bit humorous to me."

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Marvel Universe.

Tony Stark leaned against the bar, shaking a glass of amber whiskey in his hand. Seeing the thorn in Latio's words, he immediately smelled the scent of gunpowder.

"They're both members of the [Intellectual] faction, so I thought the club had a good relationship with the Society of Knowledge." Tony took a sip, his lips curled up. "It seems the opposite is true—Mr. Latio has a lot of opinions about the people in the Genius Club."

"But shouldn't knowledge be shared?" Strange frowned slightly. "They are all at the forefront of cosmic wisdom. Wouldn't cooperation promote new knowledge?"

"Perhaps we overestimated the Society of Knowledge and underestimated the Genius Club. The difference between them is probably more than just one or two levels."

Tony smiled, shook his head, and put down his glass. "In the eyes of geniuses like Screwgum and Black Tower, who are handpicked by the Master of Knowledge, the members of the Master of Knowledge are probably no more than wild monkeys—just like you wouldn't ask a monkey how to solve calculus. Therefore, there's no need for discussion between the two factions."

He pointed at the plaster head on the canopy. "People like Latio—smart, but far from qualified for the Genius Club. But academic issues aside, these guys should be easy to get along with. Compared to the unattainable, yet closed-off geniuses, perhaps the Polymath Society is the main driver of technology in the universe—otherwise, the company wouldn't have sought out Latio in the first place."

"From what you're saying, Tony...you don't approve of what the Genius Club is doing?"

"No, how could that be?" Tony shrugged. "I can understand. True geniuses are always lonely because they move so fast that when they look back, they find that no one can catch up with them."

Strange was silent for a moment. "But if knowledge is confined to the hands of a few..."

"Then let it be confined." Tony interrupted him. "By the time the mortals catch up, maybe Black Tower, Screw Gum, Ruan Mei and the others will have already cracked the secrets of the Star God and will be waiting for them in the next universe."

Chapter 304: Mediocrity and the Crown of God: Mediocre People Make Trouble (Part 2)

"Madam, tell me—what did you do the last time you saw that doll?"

"…Running errands for Black Tower?" Xing tried to recall.

"Don't play dumb. Think about it." Latio looked at her seriously.

"Xing tried hard to recall. She vaguely remembered that the Black Tower had indeed contacted her several times before she helped Ruan Mei with her work."

"She lost a very important artifact and asked Xing to help find it. Xing can't recall the specific name, but the only thing she remembers is that the Black Tower emphasized the characteristics of the artifact: it has no physical form, but it possesses life. If Xing needs help, she can ask Estelle."

"Through Ester, Xing conducted a series of interviews and investigations, and eventually pieced together a vague memory from fragmented memories."

"Ever since the space station was attacked, many people have developed a crisis of confidence in the station's security system. Unfortunately, to make matters worse, there have been four mysterious disappearances of officers on the station recently."

"From Alan and Adler, we learned that around the time of the disappearances, the station's automatic fire extinguishing system briefly activated. That strange object seemed somewhat similar to the Immortal Ship's Suiyang. Each victim experienced a bizarre fire."

"After relaying this to Latio, he pondered for a moment and then asked, 'So, what you just said, is there anyone who can prove it?'"

"ScrewGum suggested asking the Black Tower for confirmation, but Latio simply shook his head calmly. "Well, start running now. Perhaps we can catch up with the company's shuttle in four system hours—right now, there's no third party who can testify for her."

"ScrewGum: "Mr. Latio, your way of asking questions always has a tendency to be biased."

“Excuse me, this is a bad habit of mine. As an academic, it’s always hard to believe something. On the contrary, it’s much easier to question it.”

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Cut the red eyes.

The capital of the empire, hunter troops.

Will stared at the scene of Mingxing being pressed by Professor Latio, his brows furrowed ever deeper. He slammed his thigh and angrily asked, "What's going on with that Professor Plasterhead? Mingxing was the one who was accidentally dragged into this, so why is he being interrogated as a criminal?"

"The way this man speaks... is also very suffocating."

Hei Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the hilt of Bafang's sword, as if recalling a similar feeling of oppression - when Esdeath interrogated those revolutionaries, the scene was filled with this cold and suffocating atmosphere.

But Esdeath achieved this through murderous intent and cruel means, but Mr. Latio did it just by asking questions, like a dangerous species that was closing in on him, and would devour the opponent in one bite if he didn't answer carefully.

"And this Miss Ester...why is she just watching from the side? She should also know the truth!?" Will became more and more angry the more he thought about it.

Lan folded his hands, thoughtfully recalling the memory bubble fragment in the sky, and sighed softly: "Will, Miss Estelle is not unwilling to help, but she can't."

"Huh? Why?" Will turned to look at him in confusion.

"Do you remember the expression on Xing's face when Miss Ester mentioned the disappearance incident on the space station in Xing's memory?" Lan asked.

"As the station commander, she's responsible for the safety of all staff members—but then there's the antimatter army attacking the station. After months of painstaking reconstruction, there's a wave of disappearances with no clear cause. Add to that the growing trust crisis within the station... Her anxiety and unease are practically written on her face."

"But it's okay to say this kind of thing openly, right?"

Lan smiled and shook her head. "Of course not. If even she, the station commander, looks uneasy, doesn't that prove that there really is a security issue on the station that even she can't control?"

"...It's a crisis of trust because, as the station chief, she has to convince her staff that they're protected by the Defense Department. If that trust is shattered, even if it stems from a single moment of panic on her part... it will lead to a complete collapse."

Lan's voice was calm and steady, brimming with the patience of a former teacher. "Take General Esdeath, for example... If even she wore a serious expression on the battlefield, we, her subordinates, would be able to roughly guess that the situation was grim, even without having experienced combat ourselves. And what about the soldiers below us?... Rumors would only continue to simmer in the barracks, ultimately leading to mutiny and desertion."

"Ms. Ester has great trust in both ScrewGum and Xing. But Mr. Latio is the biggest variable—Ms. Ester will definitely not speak until she has a good understanding of him."

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"ScrewGum looked at Ester, who nodded in understanding."

"If she's truly innocent, then clear yourself of suspicion with an answer." Latio looked down at Xing and questioned, "According to your statement, you met with the Black Tower because you received a specific request, and the content of the request was a strange object whose name is unknown."

"The Black Tower's collection is as numerous as the stars. It's hard to imagine that she would treasure such an ordinary treasure."

"Xing: "That's right, but the prerequisite is that it's an ordinary rare item."

Latio frowned slightly and said, "Just say what you want to say."

"The rare item isn't the main point. It's only because it's related to the Genius Club that the Black Tower places such special importance on it."

"Screw-Gum added, 'That strange object must have been the creation of some genius. Logic: It has extraordinary significance.'"

"Latio agreed with this reason, but he immediately asked about Xing's request for help from Ester. Ester remained silent on this point. Latio was also keenly aware of this and wondered if Xing was lying or if Ester was hiding something."

“Latio-san, this is because…”

"Esta was frantically trying to explain herself, but Latio ruthlessly interrupted her. He glanced at the pink-haired girl beside him and said, "I was asking her a question, Miss Esta. Your testimony is no longer credible, having shown such ambiguity."

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Teyvat.

Inside the Momang Palace, Villette calmly observed the scene on the skylight. Standing by the window, his hands folded, he felt the pressure of Professor Latio's every word. As the Supreme Judge of Fontaine, the symbol of Fontaine's "justice," questioning others had always been his prerogative. He had never before witnessed such a stressful interrogation from the perspective of an audience member.

...This feeling was very novel to him.

Chapter 305: Mediocrity and the Crown of God: The Troubles of Mediocre People (Part 3)

"Haha, this professor's aura reminds me of some trial scenes that would only be performed at the Oprykle Opera House." Leosley leaned on the armrest of the sofa, tapping the rim of his teacup with his fingertips and letting out a playful chuckle. "What do you think? What about Villette?"

"Indeed." Navrette did not deny it. "His logic is rigorous and his words are precise. He truly possesses the qualities of an excellent judge."

"I have a feeling about Villette," Leosli raised an eyebrow. "If Professor Latio came to Fontaine and took your place, the prisoners wouldn't want to be questioned by him, even if they were about to duel with Clorinde. While it's a bit inappropriate to compare you to him, in some ways, his sense of oppression is indeed stronger than yours."

Navrette finally turned her head and looked at him calmly: "My duty is to ensure fairness in every trial, not to create oppression."

Leosley shrugged. "But sometimes, high pressure can bring out the most genuine reactions. Do you remember that Vash? In that case, it was thanks to the Traveler... that he was pushed to the point of no return, and he finally tore off his disguise."

"Honestly, I think you could try to learn Professor Latio's questioning techniques. Besides, I think he and you are quite similar in some ways."