Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

In Luo Zhen's view, there is no value in whitewashing such a person.

After obtaining the containment item from him, erase his memory and let him live like an ordinary person.

In fact, Luo Zhen had suggested more than once to recruit these reckless people as D-level consumables.

If no one dies, then it's fine; but if someone dies as a result, that person should bear the responsibility.

This somewhat extreme idea was naturally rejected.

"Who are you?"

Kondo Yamato looked at Luo Zhen in horror and roared fiercely.

He had a premonition that his dream was about to end before it even began.

Superpowers and the path to supremacy no longer exist.

"Tsk, did you bring truth serum?"

"what?"

The dispatcher carrying the bag was taken aback.

Isn't this a bit too extreme?

Truth serums are extremely irritating to the human body, and excessive doses may leave some aftereffects.

"No? Hypnosis will do, as long as it gets this guy to tell the truth."

Scratching his head, Luo Zhen urged.

He didn't want to spend his time there.

Finish early so you can leave work early.

"I try my best."

Nodding, the investigator carrying the bag walked up to Jintang and began negotiations.

He wasn't exposed to much about containment objects.

I only know a little bit about it.

He still held a sliver of goodwill towards the student in front of him.

In his view, this was nothing more than an immature child.

It's understandable that one cannot clearly distinguish between right and wrong.

Luo Zhen, who is also a high school student, does not agree with this view.

In Luo Zhen's view, high school students already have the ability to judge right from wrong.

Saying things like "I haven't grown up" or "I'm still a child" are just excuses.

After about a minute or two, Kondo Yamato confessed everything.

Although the person he dealt with seemed quite friendly, Luo Zhen's handling of the other people was far from being 'friendly'.

He watched helplessly as Luo Zhen forcefully erased the memory of an uncooperative boy using A-level physical force.

When the boy's head made a dull thud, his heart skipped a beat.

When Luo Zhen looked at him with the baseball bat in hand, he couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out everything he knew.

"A talking mirror?"

About a week ago, Yamato Kindo found a mirror.

The mirror seemed to possess some kind of magic, prompting Kondo Yamato to take it home and display it.

He initially thought it was just an ordinary mirror, but to his surprise, it started talking.

Luo Zhen immediately thought of the magic mirror in Snow White.

It's said that they know everything and can answer any question.

However, Kondo Yamato's mirror is somewhat different from the magic mirror.

It will only answer some of the questions; it won't answer every question.

When faced with a question they don't know the answer to, they will simply reply "I don't know."

Is that mirror in your house now?

"Yes."

Nodding, Kondo Yamato looked at Luo Zhen with some fear.

For some reason, he always felt that there was a dangerous aura about this person.

He, an ordinary person, shouldn't have been able to perceive such a thing, but he did.

“Take him to the nearest base of the research institute for an examination, and then have his memory erased.”

"Ok."

The member in charge of recording nodded and immediately reported what had happened.

Upon receiving the news, the research institute immediately dispatched a team to surround Yamato Kindo's house.

Chapter Thirty Oh my God!

In Yamato Kindo's home, Rozen stands in front of a full-length mirror covered by curtains.

He now has a question in his mind.

What kind of feelings did Yamato Kindo have when he picked up this mirror that looked so strange?

The dark purple frames of the glasses were stained with spots of unidentified liquid.

Some of them looked like dried blood, or something else entirely.

At the very top of the mirror, a skull wearing a wizard's hat stares into the void with its empty eye sockets.

Those empty eye sockets seemed to hold some secret.

But in fact, it was just a decoration.

When Kondo Yamato was talking to the mirror, he learned that the frame and the mirror were two separate parts.

The frame is a simple iron craft, but the mirror...

"Oh my God, look who's here?"

"I bet it's definitely not that young man Jintang. Poor lad, who knows what kind of suffering he's going through right now!"

“Holy Mary, this is really terrible, like a burnt apple pie.”

A distinctly unpleasant, translator's tone drifted from under the curtains.

The voice sounded somewhat like that of a sharp-tongued woman.

But there were only two people in the room.

One is Luo Zhen, and the other is an investigator from the research institute.

"What's the status of the relevant test reports?"

Without immediately responding to the somewhat talkative mirror, Luo Zhen turned to the investigator at the research institute and asked.

"Based on the test results, Yamato Kindo's mental state is normal, and there are no signs of interference."

After Kondo Yamato was sent to the research institute, the scientists on standby immediately gave him a full-body examination.

This includes mental health checks.

With the technology of the research institute, let alone being mentally unstable.

They can even detect problems with your soul and then forcefully correct them.

"Including picking up this ugly mirror?"

Pointing to the covered mirror, Luo Zhen said in a 'quiet' voice.

To be honest, the image of this mirror is really disappointing to the audience.

The mirror is fine, but she's wearing a punk-style makeup look.

The frame resembles a design drawn by a drunken artist while vomiting on the toilet to relieve stress.

"Yes, it seems that Yamato Kondo picked up the mirror entirely out of his own subjective will."

At this point, the investigator couldn't help but scratch his head.

He genuinely couldn't understand this kind of behavior of casually picking up things and taking them home.

Although Kondo Yamato's parents weren't exactly elites, their salaries were quite good.

Kondo Yamato's allowance was among the highest in his class.

What was his reasoning in taking this thing home?

"Oh, buddy, for God's sake, could you please, I mean, if possible, get this curtain that smells like stinky socks off me?"

"My God, this is really hard to accept."

The mirror under the curtains continued to chatter, trying to strike up a conversation with Luo Zhen.

However, in Luo Zhen's opinion, this guy was just habitually talking to himself.

At least he didn't sense that the mirror had any urgent desire to communicate with people.

Its incessant chatter is more like a form of self-entertainment.

Stroking his smooth chin, Luo Zhen began to speak:

"Oh, stop with that awkward translation tone."

"Your stupid translation style is as annoying as Grandma Susie's old stories."

"I can guarantee that if, and I mean if, you speak in that groundhog-like translator's tone again, I will kick your ass hard with my boots! I guarantee it!"

My father said we must use magic to defeat magic.

Similarly, we should use translational style to counter translational style.

"Forehead."

Luo Zhen's words caused the mirror to pause for a few seconds.

This was the first time he had ever met someone like this.

Who is Grandma Susie?

"The devil knows."

The investigator, who was holding a tablet, quietly leaned close to Luo Zhen's ear and asked.

This long string of translated phrases not only confused the mirror, but also the investigator.

Who is Grandma Susie? Aren't you wearing sneakers? And you're going to kick its butt? But it doesn't have that thing.

Despite inwardly raging with frustration, the research institute investigator displayed exceptional professionalism, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor throughout.

"So, what do you want from me?"

He was silent for a few seconds, as if adjusting his language system.

The mirror spoke in a normal tone.

"Oh, my friend, we are now in great trouble."

"Yes, you heard me right, huge trouble for you."

Listening to Luo Zhen's translating tone, Jingzi fell silent.

What does this guy mean?

"Oh, my dear—wait, let's talk this out!"

Just as she was about to reply to Luo Zhen in a translator's tone, the mirror "saw" Luo Zhen's raised foot.

Is this guy planning to kick me?!

Is there something wrong with his brain?!