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In the past, Constantine would threaten others by saying, "Think about your family."

Now, whenever she encounters this situation, she repeatedly reminds herself to "think about my family."

That's good; I've learned to put myself in others' shoes.

"Our Sichen has indeed worked very hard and should take a good rest."

For the sake of the entire St. Love Foundation's safety, Constantine decided to be patient. As for the fact that Vanchi, who signed the document, had no connection whatsoever with the St. Love Foundation...

He'll consider it a victory if he doesn't steal Si Chen away to join the Reconstruction Hand!

Constantine understood that this was Vanzie's deliberate revenge, and the reason for the revenge was quite straightforward: when she was talking to Mistletoe, she said that Veltine was not important to the Foundation, in order to highlight the Foundation's authority.

Okay, then let Si Chen rest for a month. Anyway, Si Chen isn't important, you said it yourself.

To be honest, Constantine is really in a bind right now.

Because the St. Love Foundation's prediction of heavy rain is a complete system, the combined effect of Laplace's warning and Sichen himself being in the heavy rain environment is the complete early warning mechanism. Don't forget, there is also a heavy rain syndrome before the heavy rain arrives.

Not to mention that mystics are not 100% immune to the symptoms of heavy rain, the confusion in their understanding of the surrounding environment caused by the process alone can put early warning personnel in danger. Furthermore, heavy rain is not always on time; weather forecasts are sometimes inaccurate, and some error is normal.

This error was nothing more than a minor setback for Wilting, but for others it was a matter of life and death.

You can't expect to lose several mystics every time there's a downpour, can you? Do you think this is a Warhammer 40K sacrificial ritual?

But we can't say anything now, let's just approve it, otherwise if that gentleman really does something big, the Reforged Hand will be laughing all the way to the bank.

In fact, during this period, Wan Qi has already done quite a few big things that have given the St. Love Foundation a real headache.

Let's take a look at Wan Qi's movements these past few days.

While visiting a museum in France, the exhibit that day happened to be artifacts looted by the Anglo-French allied forces from China. The foundation's special envoy nervously prayed to Allah, Jesus, and Buddha from a distance, fearing that this guy might set Versailles on fire.

While strolling in front of Buckingham Palace, playing a game of "What are you looking at?" and "What's it to you?" with the guards on duty, the head of headquarters, who was secretly observing, almost had a heart attack. According to reports, the British Royal Guard on duty today was a serious racist. What if he said something he shouldn't have, causing London to become the London Basin?

Taking Virtue to Germany for French food was originally not dangerous, and Ms. Hoffmann, as the temporary special envoy, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her work for the day would end peacefully. Unexpectedly, the waiter who served the food was Japanese. After hearing Wan Qi speak Chinese, he gave him a standard discriminatory look and blurted out "Shina," which made Wan Qi go berserk on the spot. He grabbed the table and smashed it to pieces, and the head that flew off landed right in Ms. Hoffmann's arms, causing her to have nightmares for several nights afterward.

If it weren't for Virtin stopping him, Vanchi would have gone straight to the Japanese Embassy in Germany.

The fact that a mystic committed murder in public is a very serious matter, but in order to protect the safety of the German government and the historical trajectory of this era, the St. Louis Foundation has taken its skills in diverting attention and muddying the waters to the extreme.

Is the foundation's guiding principle to punish Wan Qi?

No! It's about making the German government and the German people believe that the occultist who broke the rules has been punished.

Wan Qi knew they didn't have the guts.

Moreover, the provocateur is not Wan Qi. If you go and provoke the Tyrannosaurus Rex, you should be prepared to have your head bitten off.

Ms. Hoffman: And then his head fell into my arms, right? Luckily, Marcus wasn't with me at the time.

Regarding the British request for an investigation into the complete annihilation of the Atlantic Fleet…

I'm working on it, I'm working on it, don't rush me (create a new folder and then delete it).

As expected of an official from the British political system, Sir Humphrey's abilities are truly exceptional.

Sichen Building, lounge.

"Sister Zhang, why are you here?"

Wan Qi was arranging the stamps and coins he had collected on the table. He had been traveling around a lot lately, so he just picked up a collecting hobby, and now he was quite successful.

"Come and see you."

Ms. Z's face showed the helplessness of an older sister watching her mischievous younger brother.

At the same time, she selectively ignored the collectibles that Wan Qi was fiddling with.

The coins and stamps here are the result of shady dealings. Wan Qi doesn't have any currency from this era. Although I could counterfeit it, wouldn't it be better to just rob the local gangs, especially the godfathers, who are all rolling in money? I could help them redistribute their wealth.

Then, from Britain to France, from Germany to Austria-Hungary, from Italy to Spain, from Portugal to Russia, Vanci dragged out the prominent local gangsters one by one, bleed them dry, took their real money, wiped out all their immediate family members, and then threw these things into the streets for the local people to redistribute themselves.

Fortunately, Snyder's ancestors were not too prominent in this era, otherwise this blood feud could have been attributed to Wan Qi in an abstract way, and it would have been a question of who killed whom.

Snyder: A blood feud has befallen you from your ancestors. Do you have any clues about what to do?

"Please, I haven't touched any country's official government. Killing a few gangsters is doing justice, okay? Do I really need to come to you specifically to talk about this? Is the St. Love Foundation trying to protect gangsters?"

"The foundation will certainly not protect gangs, but grassroots governance in the Western world cannot do without gangs. If you have any needs, you can tell the foundation directly, and we will do our best to meet them."

Having climbed to a high position in the foundation, Ms. Z was well aware of the various underhanded tactics and schemes in Western politics.

"Even if I were to open a Lolita Island here?" Wan Qi asked with a half-smile.

Ms. Z nodded silently, then added, "But you won't do that."

"Indeed, compared to those humanoid creatures, I am at least a normal person."

Of course, this also indirectly confirms the foundation's flexible moral bottom line. Wan Qi directly gave up his expectations of the Saint Love Foundation's moral standards. It is an organization that nominally advocates peace but actually advocates privilege.

During this period, behind Wan Qi's seemingly pranks, he was actually conducting various overt and covert investigations into the St. Love Foundation, from headquarters to branches, from senior management to grassroots staff. Amidst the laughter and scolding, he had seen through everything.

Let's skip the fluff and get straight to the case. The Berlin Club in Germany claims to be an artists' club, but it's actually a very risqué German-style Lolita island. On the visitor list, Wan Qi found staff from the foundation's headquarters, two of whom are still high-ranking executives at the headquarters.

Wow, that's quite a fancy way to play!

The outward appearance of glamour and the hidden filth are perfectly integrated; it's quite a place, really quite something.

Ms. Z did not continue the discussion. Her ability to remain untainted by the mud and pure water in such an environment already proved her competence and skill. Now, Wan Qi's appearance has given her the military support to stabilize her base.

Reason? Wanqi calls me Sister Zhang. Can I just see him without saying hello? Is that reason enough?

“Wan Qi, do you know that your appearance has greatly excited the mystics within the Foundation?”

"They think I'm on their side? Oh, after the 'Rainstorm Reform Act' was passed, the mystic faction, which has long been suppressed by the Foundation's human faction, is also going to stand up, right? And they've taken you, Sister Zhang, as an ally."

Wan Qi smiled and shook his head. These people were truly a bunch of black-and-white fools.

Ms. Z never wanted one side to dominate the other, but rather for both sides to coexist and respect each other, that is, to maintain a dynamic internal balance. Stability is the foundation for an organization's growth and development. This ancient wisdom from the East still shines brightly even under the torrential rain.

"Do those radical mystics think they can now rise up and sing their own praises, trampling the human faction under their feet? Heh heh, they don't even consider why the current world situation is one where the human faction leads the mystics, rather than one where individual mystics with mysterious power dominate human civilization."

During this period, Wan Qi also discovered the shortcomings of mysticism and mystics, namely, the backwardness of technology, which is still at a stage similar to "wizards think". Many mystical techniques are known but not understood. Furthermore, they believe that it is a matter of course that mysticism cannot be analyzed, and that it would be a miracle if it could be analyzed. Thus, they concluded that mystics are mainly driven by intuition.

Well, a similar conclusion has also appeared in the magical world where necromancers live. However, what followed was a thousand-year period of intellectual enlightenment and magical revolution. Ignorance was eventually replaced by wisdom. When a wizard calculated the essence of magic in the formulas of occult mathematics, the mysterious attributes of witchcraft disappeared. In its place came occult mathematics and alchemy, which together constituted the classical magical configuration, just like Newton's classical physics.

The age of wizards came to an end, and magicians rose to power on the earth.

However, the mystics and ordinary people in this world are severely out of touch, and the theory of bloodline is rampant. From Wan Qi's perspective, this is like a monkey that has evolved halfway, then chooses to separate and live separately, and then half of it becomes an ape and the other half becomes a hairless monkey.

As a typical example of a failed magical civilization's evolution, this world is still quite successful.

“But you are different,” Ms. Z said. “I have met many mystics, and under the influence of mysticism, most of them are more emotional than rational. But I have not seen this in you. Your emotions and reason are balanced, and you have not been influenced by mysticism at all. If we analyze you as a case, you are even rarer and more precious than the Arcana.”

“Arcana? Oh, she does give off a sense of rationality and madness.” Wan Qi shrugged.

"You know, the number of mystics in the Reshaping Hand exceeds that of the Foundation, but before the Arcana appeared, many of their actions were like a joke, and even their successes and failures could not be defined by common sense."

"I guess the plan was good, but emotions overwhelmed reason halfway through, and the brain suddenly went mad, causing things to develop in an abstract direction. With no one able to stop it, it directly brought the whole thing to a standstill."

“You’re right. To be honest, before I saw you, I thought the best state a mystic could be was like Arcana’s. Her madness was rational, communicative, and purposeful, not like a car that went out of control.”

"Since Sister Zhang was able to discover this, it means that others will also discover this. So, Sister Zhang, does your faction see me as the hope of the whole village?"

"Pretty much." Ms. Z smiled, then asked earnestly and sincerely, "Wan Qi, do you really have a way to enable mystics to rationally control their power? Even just increasing the proportion of rationality in their thinking would be helpful."

Wan Qi looked at Ms. Z and said after a long while, "Sister Zhang, let's be frank. After all these years, has the St. Louis Foundation not achieved anything in this area? I don't believe it. Putting aside everything else, we must have similar methods in our hometown."

Ms. Z shook her head with a wry smile: "There are indeed methods, but the cultivation of mind and character in the field of Aurora Mysticism is extremely demanding and requires years of perseverance. Most people cannot do it. Those who can do it are extremely rare, and the emotional influence of mysticism is negligible. They are all exceptional individuals. The average quality of mystics is not that high."

"What about external assistance?"

"We've certainly tried medications, but overly strong sedatives would render a mystic incapable of fighting. Adjusting the dosage also doesn't work, because a mystic's emotions are very sensitive; a dose that's too much or too little will affect the direct effect. Furthermore, the same person's need for medication varies depending on their state, not to mention the issue of addiction."

"Isn't this great? The Foundation can control the mystics through these drugs. Don't tell me they don't intend to."

"They did conduct research in this area, but the researchers themselves are mystics, and this kind of medicine potion can't beat the reshaping hand."

“No wonder, no wonder. It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s that I can’t.” Wan Qi tapped his fingers lightly on the table, weighing the pros and cons of the matter, and then said, “I do have a simple and efficient cultivation method, and I can teach this method to any mystic. As long as they want to learn, I will teach them. How about that?”

"So, what do you want?" Ms. Z asked.

“Sister Zhang, even if I don’t say it, you know that this cultivation method is extremely precious. Therefore, the foundation must offer an equivalent price to exchange for it. For this kind of technology based on future hope, it can only be exchanged for the future.”

"The future...can you be more specific?"

"The First Line of Defense School retains actual control, and the Sichen Squad has the right to recruit students independently."

Section 58: You should take care of yourselves.

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Conference room at the headquarters of the St. Louis Foundation.

"No! This condition is unacceptable!"

"Yes, what a joke! The First Line of Defense School is the Foundation's lifeline. Who would hand over their life!"

"One Wanqi is already a disaster. If we cultivate a bunch of Wanqi, we might as well just jump off a building."

"But the cultivation methods he has mastered are very important to mystics."

"It's not even certain whether this method works only for him or for everyone. Ms. Z, you must provide an explanation for trading with something so uncertain!"

Faced with her colleagues' questions, Ms. Z simply said, "Since everyone is against it, then forget it. I will pass on the result to Wan Qi."

Is that all?

Something's wrong! Something's completely wrong, even 1000% wrong!

Constantine then asked, "Z, what did Wan Qi say back then?"

Ms. Z tensed up and asked seriously, "Would you like to hear the full text?"

Constantine nodded.

"He said that if the foundation wouldn't let him train talent, it would be the same if he went to Reinvent the Hand; that crazy woman Arcana would definitely accept him."

The atmosphere at the meeting room suddenly became extremely tense, like a mountain pressing down on you.

If you won't let me raise your children, I'll raise their competitors.

Okay, okay, so you're going to play it this way!

The expressions on everyone's faces were a mix of black and white, as if they had a lump in their throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, and could only curse the Reconstruction Hand in their hearts.

If it weren't for the Hand of Reconstruction, none of this mess would exist.

You cannot insult Lord Wan Qi, because he is so close and too powerful.

So, the reinvention of TuTM is all your fault!

Constantine struggled to control his blood pressure, feigning composure as he said, "Even if he were to seek out the Hand of Reconstruction, he'd first have to prove that his cultivation method truly works."

Ms. Z nodded and continued, "He also mentioned this point. The Reconstruction Hand is a bunch of lunatics who idolize Arcana. As long as that crazy woman speaks up, they can fully utilize their low human rights advantage. They'll definitely throw a bunch of kids at me to do whatever I want with, regardless of whether they live or die. Anyway, the Foundation is a master of depravity. You're already covered in shit, why do you care if you're using a dry toilet now?"

That's true, but you can't just say it like that! Don't we have any pride?!

At this moment, the foundation's senior executives felt like they were constipated and their anus was glued shut, their mental state was far more interesting than the EU's dilemma of whether to kneel or not in the face of Trump's tariff weapon.

Actually, Ms. Z herself couldn't hold back her emotions when she said those words, but a strange joy rose in her heart.

So what if you guys were acting like complete idiots before? Now look how it goes! How does it feel?

That's the expression I wanted to see!

As a rare human species among a group of hominids, Ms. Z felt incredibly good at that moment!

The plan stalled, and a decision couldn't be made anytime soon, not even by the foundation itself; approval was needed from Pigeon House. Therefore, the meeting temporarily shelved this issue and focused on other matters.

The next topic was: how to issue rainstorm warnings when the special operations team lacked support from the Sichen.

Damn, it still involves Wanqi, right? Skip, skip, this problem has no solution, just wait!

The next topic is: Si Chen

jump over!

The next topic after that is: Si Chen

jump over!.

The next topic after that is: Rainstorm warnings in the absence of Sichen's assistance.

Is this never going to end?!