Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 712 Don’t scare yourself.

Hart's gaze lingered on Sophia's figure for a moment, and complex emotions began to surge in his heart.

Her steps were steady, and her black secret service uniform fit her tall figure tightly, making her look more calm and mature than ever before.

The gun case was still on her shoulder, and the heaviness of carrying it all year round seemed to have become a part of her.

Sophia came closer and whispered to him:

"Hart, I know you have a lot of things you want to tell me, but now is not the time to discuss them. The director wants to see you, so come with me."

Hart frowned slightly, "That...angel wants to see me, an infected person?"

"Yes, he wants to talk to you."

Hart thought about it, but couldn't think of any connection between himself and the adult from Hell's Kitchen, but he nodded and followed Sophia out of the isolation area.

As the two walked, the surrounding quarantine area gradually became blurred.

Hart looked sideways at the busy management bureau operators. They were of different shapes, and the features of those infected with perissodactylia were clearly visible. The operators were commanding the bulldozers nimbly, while others were moving flexibly between the machines, coordinating the construction progress.

Their black special forces uniforms were embroidered with red Administration shoulder straps, and they were neat and steady, bringing a sense of order to this long-oppressed area.

"These operators... are very disciplined." Hart couldn't help but speak.

Sophia nodded, a hint of pride in her tone: "The discipline of the Administration is very strict. After they entered the quarantine area, they had clear orders not to interfere with the lives of residents at will. All actions must be coordinated, and they must not encroach on the property of the infected, nor can they engage in any forced buying or selling." She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Hart, seeming to understand his doubts.

"You don't have to worry. Everything they do in the quarantine zone is transparent and fair. The Administration's goal is to abolish the policy of cultural isolation and completely overthrow the past system." Sophia's voice was firm. This was a decision that was set in stone.

Hart's pace slowed down slightly.

"Overturning the quarantine policy...is it really possible?" Hart's voice was filled with fatigue and uneasiness.

As the leader of the Union of Infected Workers, he knows that this divide is deeply rooted and has penetrated every corner of society. It is not just a physical separation, but more of an indelible prejudice and fear in people's hearts.

He’s not talking about a physical overthrow, but a practical—human’s directly entrenched conflicted relationship with the infected.

"Yes," Sophia said firmly.

"We will tear down the isolation wall and reconnect the quarantine zone with the city. In addition, the Administration will build a school at the junction, and we will also implement education programs for the infected to help them get the same learning opportunities as ordinary people. Hasn't your daughter Lina always dreamed of becoming a horse racer? She will have the opportunity to receive formal education and training, and her future will no longer be limited by her background."

"Education? Career?" Hart murmured these words that were very dreamy for the lower-level infected people.

"I know it's a fantasy, but the development of the economy... especially the extraordinary economy, will inevitably promote necessary social changes."

"Whether it's handicrafts, engineering technology, or business management; whether it's basic professions, thaumaturgist planning, or horse racing..." Sophia said to Hart seriously, "According to the director, all of the above are - development laws that cannot be changed by human will."

"It is not subject to human will..." Hart murmured.

As the two continued their conversation, they arrived at their destination - a long-abandoned infected house.

The house was low and dilapidated, with mottled cracks all over the exterior walls, as if it had been eroded by wind and rain for many years. The reddish-brown brick walls had long lost their original color, and the weeds in the corners almost covered the original foundation.

Most of the window glass was shattered, leaving a few pieces of remaining glass that flickered faintly in the sunlight.

The door was half open, and the rusty iron lock was hanging loosely on the door frame, and could fall off at any time.

The steps outside the house were covered with dust and fallen leaves, indicating that the house had been abandoned for a long time.

In the open space in front of the door, there were some scattered old furniture and tools, obviously left behind by the previous residents when they left in a hurry.

Although the whole house is in disrepair, its thick walls and closed layout make it a temporary office area requisitioned by the administration.

It is hard to imagine that the legendary Fourth Sword Bearer in Heaven would temporarily work in a place like this.

Sophia stopped and turned to look at Hart. "This is the place temporarily arranged by the director. Our conversation will take place here."

"Come in, Hart, the chief has been waiting for you for a long time."

Hart swallowed subconsciously and then stepped in.

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Inside the temporary office area.

The surrounding environment has been cleaned and tidy, and the originally shabby room has been completely renovated by the management bureau and looks brand new.

Several small screens are hung on the rough walls to display the latest operational data and mission status.

A pile of documents on the desktop have been neatly classified, and a virtual projection screen next to it is slowly floating, flashing various government information and reports from within the administration.

Although the space is small, it is arranged in an orderly manner, exuding an atmosphere of efficiency first.

Xia Xiu sat behind the old but sturdy wooden table in the middle, his short golden hair gleaming slightly, and his golden pupils looked particularly deep and gentle in the dim light.

He was dressed in a simple yet sophisticated black uniform, his silver cane leaning casually against the table.

His fingers quickly flipped through the documents on the table, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the virtual projection screen next to him, approving different instructions.

Beside him, Pansy Jane stood quietly, holding several documents in her arms.

She had a neat ponytail and a cold face. The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye added a touch of soft beauty to her, but her expression was as cold as ever, as if no emotion could move her.

She said nothing, waiting for the director's instructions, her eyes focused and calm.

In another corner of the office area, Turles, the commander-in-chief of the task force and the chief of the first hub of the Administration, was lying on an old sofa, bored.

Although he looks like a child of eleven or twelve years old, his actual age is over a hundred.

The pair of fox ears moved slightly, looking naughty and cute, and the fox tail behind it also swayed gently in the air, as if it didn't care about anything.

He nibbled on the apple lazily, and while chewing, he secretly observed Xia Xiu and Pansy's every move with his cunning eyes.

"You are really busy." Tours took a bite of the apple and said to the blond young man in a lazy tone.

Pansy glanced at him coldly, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "Work is always so boring."

She still maintained that cold expression, standing there waiting, without the slightest fluctuation.

Tours frowned in dissatisfaction, his eyes narrowed slightly:
"You make it sound like I'm a slacker. Come on, I just finished cleaning up that mess in the square—"

He suddenly flipped over from the sofa, put his hands on his hips, his fox ears trembling slightly, and stared at Pansy with an unhappy face:

"I've been working for so long, can't I enjoy myself for a while?! It's time for me to relax!"

Pansy remained unmoved, a slightly cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she responded softly:
"hehe."

Turles clenched his fists and his mouth twitched: "You——"

Before he finished speaking, his fox ears stood straight up.

dong dong dong-

At this moment, Xia Xiu tapped lightly on the virtual keyboard on the desktop, deliberately making crisp "dong dong dong" sounds.

He glanced at Turles, who looked like a dog with its fur standing on end, and Pansy, who was still indifferent, with a faint smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand to stroke his chin.

"Sure enough... the workload is still not enough."

The "oxen and horses" make things difficult for each other, and it turns out that they are still not good enough to be office workers.

Someone who is the king of social animals in heaven thought about this while looking at Tours in front of him with ill intentions. Should he be asked to work overtime and open more business planning lines?

Turles was stunned, and his aggressive look immediately softened. His ears drooped, and his tail lost its previous agility. He glared at Xia Xiu weakly, quickly swallowed the apple, and said with a smile on his face:
"Ah... well, actually I think... the work is enough, absolutely enough! It's completely busy enough, I'm not idle at all!"

Xia Xiu smiled silently and deliberately dragged out his voice:

"Oh? Are you sure? Then I thought--"

"No, no, no, stop giving me more tasks!"

Turles waved his hands hastily, almost knocking over the apple core next to him, and quickly dusted himself off, returning to his previous bored attitude, hiding in the corner of the sofa, pretending nothing had happened.

Pansy Jane looked down at the documents in her hands, seemingly not surprised by Turles's reaction, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but that smile instantly disappeared in her still calm expression.

Xia Xiu casually placed the document in his hand on the table and stretched lazily, his movements relaxed and casual.

He then leaned back in his office chair, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and looked unusually relaxed.

The azure ring on his right index finger flickered slightly in the dim light, and as his finger moved up and down rhythmically, it seemed to silently mark the pulse of some plan.

"The racetrack thing is over."

He spoke lazily, his voice carrying a relaxed tone, as if he had completed a simple task.

"The Social and Cultural Committee is already planning to reorganize."

"Now, it is estimated that our dear second president, the Prime Minister of the New Alliance Economic Adjustment Committee, John K. Hanks, has already placed his own people in the newly formed Cultural Committee."

The blond young man's tone was light and his words came out casually, like a chess piece falling accurately on the chessboard.

"According to the previous plan," he continued, his tone more relaxed, "the income of related industries, including ticketing, advertising, and merchandise sales, will be divided into 30% of the local tax revenue; the 'pseudo-human group' provides a new career path, which contributes 30% to local employment; plus the 30% share of the surrounding economy, all belong to the Administration."

"In other words, we have already obtained the economic accumulation needed by Ivy League in the early stage. What remains is to coordinate the conflicts between the infected group and the New World group."

The fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven leaned lazily on the back of his chair, seemingly digesting everything he had just said.

"But... these 'contradictions' between the infected and the new world will probably take a lot of work to resolve."

The major economic integration and the layout of the administration seemed to him to be just a game that he could play easily.

After listening to Xia Xiu's words, Tours stood up again and restrained his playful smile.

His gaze lingered on Xia Xiu for a moment, his expression extremely serious.

Tours didn't come here to slack off or have fun today, he came here with... questions.

He looked at the blond young man, his partner who once fought side by side with him, and he couldn't suppress the complex emotions that surged in his heart again.

Facing the fourth sword-wielder of the Kingdom of Heaven, it was not the first time that Tours felt this strong sense of oppression - that kind of calm aura of controlling everything, strategizing, and manipulating the situation.

Sometimes the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven always describes and even defines everything around him with calm, even slightly frivolous words.

It was as if... the whole world was just a part of his chessboard, and all the events and characters were just chess pieces that pushed the situation forward in his precise layout.

From the beginning of the duet performance to now, he has not concealed his ambition to reach the top of the kingdom of heaven - both in terms of strength and power.

He is always like this. He does not simply use "good" to fight "evil", and he does not even follow the traditional opposition between good and evil.

Hugh Abraham in front of him sometimes made Tours feel morally confused.

Every time, when the other party implemented his plan calmly and precisely, that kind of decisiveness that was beyond the standards of good and evil always made Tours feel uneasy.

"You deliberately indulged Mikhail and the Kurdish struggle..."

Turles finally spoke, but his tone was hesitant and his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something invisible.

As he said this, he realized that he had not used the words "fighting evil with evil" to describe the actions of the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Tours knew in his heart that this word was not suitable for the other party.

Hugh Abraham was a man who never seemed to do things in a way that simply appealed to the opposition between good and evil.

He is more like standing outside of good and evil, using a completely new standard to create his own value system.

"Will to power..." Tours murmured in his heart, finding some appropriate description.

He could feel that the other person's way of doing things sometimes seemed like an attempt to achieve some ultimate goal that transcended ordinary morality.

That goal transcends judgments of right and wrong, good and evil, and is not bound by temporary morality, but rather shapes the world according to one's own will.

So, for a moment, Tours felt a bone-chilling chill from the other party.

He realized that what the other person exuded was an absolute dominant force, a "dominant power" that was independent of worldly norms.

Because of this, the decisions of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven sometimes seem so cold and even difficult to understand at times.

But this irresistible force cannot be ignored.

Tours always felt that compared to the title of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven...

Hugh Abraham is more suitable to replace Xin Lizhi as the Eternal Chosen One.

Xia Xiu seemed to see through Tours's inner fluctuations, and still smiled gently and said:

"Don't scare yourself, Tulsi."

Turles was silent, just looking up at him.

The blond young man could only rub his brows in distress and said slowly to Tours Corbett:
“If the world is a ship, then the only way to keep it on the right course is to steer it.

I never hesitate to do these things, you know. It has nothing to do with morality, it's just the will to survive.

The will to live is really the will to power—not just to survive, but to dominate, to create, to disrupt and to reshape.”

"You ran out of the square partly because your work has come to an end, but more importantly, you are concerned about the problems of the infected people." Xia Xiu said softly.

"You wanted to see for yourself how I would handle it, to see if I would be as ruthless as the other members of the Resolution Assembly. Now you can see that I have found a 'Morning Light' among them."

"She's a little like you, but not exactly the same."

Xia Xiu's tone was slightly amusing as he continued:

“She initially wanted me to intervene directly in Mikhail’s and the Kurdish struggle, to get me to solve the problem in a more direct way.

However, she eventually chose another path and ended her life directly.

She thinks a lot, but her actions often precede her thoughts; and her will always comes to the forefront before her hesitation. "

He paused, as if thinking about something, then looked at Tours again and smiled more easily.

"Too much moralizing is unnecessary, but I always have to comfort the people around me. I will tell them, I will tell you - don't think too much, don't scare yourself."

"I will not be Xin Liezhi."

Starting to come alive...woooooooooo~~~~