I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

"What a pity that after two hours, it was not possible to be rescued until dawn."

"Don't get drunk again."

Chapter 12: I understand, this is a test!

"The nun is still vigorous."

Lu Kong observed the whole process in the newspaper office until Rosalia disappeared again and became the guardian of the night.

Looking at the man moaning in a low voice on the ground, with a gun stuck in his chest, like a thief being tortured, Lu Kong began to think about the possible consequences of this incident.

If you can't beat him, you take off your mask and say you are a diplomat. Zhidong's shamelessness is far beyond imagination.

What are the consequences of this incident?

Lu Kong's brain circuit was running, and he forcibly pulled his thoughts back into the room, back to the typewriter, and after a few seconds, the illusory manuscript paper kept spitting out, which meant that she was already full of ideas at this moment.

[The diplomat and intelligence leader has already made an identity declaration, so Rosalia's words may not be effective. As a disciplinary nun of the West Wind Church, she may receive some trivial punishment for blocking the mouths of fools. 】

Lu Kong took a deep breath.

[That person is Zhidong's diplomatic chief in Liyue, and he came out to do this kind of work, which means that this is an order from a higher-ranking person. According to the plot, the person who came should be the lady of the Fools Eleven Executive Officer. It's coming for me, and it won't be easy to let it go. 】

[Rosalia may be given some kind of punishment that is not too serious but can effectively limit her ability to act, so as to ensure that she will not disrupt the situation at critical moments. 】

It's just a matter of writing the word "foot ban" directly.

Lu Kong suddenly smiled.

"In that case, wouldn't I only have little Fischel to rely on?"

And that's exactly what the mission calls for.

Her fingers got faster and faster, the old-fashioned mechanical keyboard even burst into sparks, the curtain slowly opened, everything was under the director's arrangement, and everyone played their due roles perfectly like a professional.

"I'm simply a genius director!"

The last character was typed, and a long string of manuscript paper fell to the ground.

As the last character fell, the page began to refresh, and the illusory paper shattered with a bang, and all the plot arrangements on it disappeared together.

Lu Kong stood up and stretched.

She has all the possibilities in mind.

When she walked out the door, the sky was bright outside, four or five hours had passed, and the moaning figure lying on the ground had long since disappeared.

"It's a pity, I still want to pretend to be a wave in front of Mr. Diplomat."

She turned around and saw Fischer coming from home, and smiled faintly at the little girl.

Fischer was staring at the ground.

Following her gaze, Lu Kong saw the mask on the ground with sharp edges and corners, painted with funny oil paints, it seemed that the debt handler had lost consciousness when he was rescued, or simply forgot to pick up the mask on the ground.

"That's the debt handler, the collector of Northland Bank for those who can't repay the loan, and the value of force is very high."

She explained calmly:

"After all, banks are vulnerable groups, and they are afraid that they will not be able to collect money."

Fischer shook his head.

That's not what she was referring to.

Seeing that mask, a sense of fear welled up, Fischel felt a dull pain in his back and chest, and the memory of failing to challenge the relic flooded his mind in an instant.

That is the fear of [being killed].

I thought that the feeling of fear would be completely forgotten when I left the challenge space, but Fischer was wrong.

It is still buried deep in the memory, like a seed, once it is matched with something in reality, the emotion will explode at once.

"Is this taken from the ruins?"

Fischer asked cautiously.

I don't want to admit that this kind of enemy exists in reality...

Lu Kong sighed.

For a long time, as an adventurer, Fischel has faced incommunicable monsters like Chuchu slimes. Even the talking treasure robbers mainly focus on arresting and driving them away.

The world of killing and being killed is too far away for such a little girl.

"Not an item in a dream."

Lu Kong smiled and shook his head: "Someone tried to come to the door last night, and only this mask was left."

She seemed to want to describe a thrilling assassination in detail, but at the end she picked it up and put it down gently, only talking about the beginning and the end, and the process was left to Fischer's imagination, as if it was just a trivial matter.

as predicted.

After a little thought, Fischer was a little confused about the general plot at first, and then showed a clear expression, and the panic on his face disappeared.

A debt handler came here last night... Master Lu, what the hell is going on with her...?

To put it so simply, it is clearly a monster that can instantly kill the princess.

Wait a minute, although it is a terrifying monster to this empress, people are different, a mere debt handler, Master Lu only regards him as a pawn, of course it is not worth mentioning.

It's the queen who has saved others by herself.

Her fear also dissipated into nothingness. With Master Lu around, even if she could instantly kill her debt handler, what is there to be afraid of?

Lu Kong shook his head.

She looked at Fischer's ignorant expression, smiled and said, "I need your protection."

Protect?

For a moment, Fischer suspected that he had heard wrong.

But Lu Kong still kept a mysterious smile that didn't reveal anything, and said again.

"I remember what I said before? I'm actually not as powerful as you imagined. Isn't it normal to need your protection at this time?"

She showed no signs of timidity.

Saying "I'm weak and need your protection" is as natural as saying to sleep when sleepy or eat when hungry.

Fischer was shocked.

Her clever little brain suddenly started to work.

Master Lu said that he was weak, just like the leader of the West Wind Knights said that he was very leisurely, and the Spark Knight who was locked up at least five days a week said that he was harmless to humans and animals, absolutely unbelievable.

This is a lie!

She saw the dusty oil paint mask on the ground, and thought of her poor performance against the debt handler in the ruins, a guess gradually emerged in her mind.

It's a test!

Fischer glanced cautiously at Lu Kong, who was still smiling.

She became more and more sure of this guess.

It's really terrifying. My little thoughts just now still didn't escape Master Lu's insight.

Just because Lu Kong eliminated a debt handler, he came up with the idea of ​​enjoying the shade under the big tree instead of working hard on his own, just like a bad student who loves to relax and slackens work.

With Master Lu's teachings, how can a mere debt handler make the imperial daughter shrink back?

Fischer blushed.

She sneaked another look at Lu Kong's smiling face, and thought that although he was always smiling, Lu Kong was really a strict teacher.

Before she knew it, she had already regarded Lu Kong as a teacher.

Fischer nodded and said:

"If this is your request, your test, I will do my best."

She brought her honorifics.

It is not presumptuous, but sincerely convinced from the heart.

Chapter 13: I understand!

Mond City, Westwind Church.

Rosalia participated in the morning prayer for the first time, and her bold attire stood out from the crowd of nuns. She accepted everyone's gaze calmly, lowered her head and stumbled while reciting prayers.

After the morning prayer meeting, she did not leave in a hurry, but stood there and waited silently.

Not long after, a nun came up to her, and Rosalia nodded understandingly, and followed her all the way, through the hall where the floor was polished so that it could be used as a mirror, to the office of the nun in charge.

She had expected all this.

"The group of fools came to complain to the West Wind Church and sent this."

In the office, this elderly virgin from the Gurnhild family was sitting upright, with a bloody thorn spear in front of her. Even though she had been separated from its owner for several hours, the spear still emitted bursts of cold air, looking awe-inspiring. inaccessible.

"I have no excuse."

Rosalia said lightly: "Too lazy to explain."

The nun in charge shook her head: "Actually, you don't need to be so impulsive. Turn that man around and send him to the Knights of the West Wind. You can use various security regulations to control him that night. Why do you want to do it in the street?"

"Because he is too arrogant and affects the appearance of Mond's city, does the cleaned garbage still need to be sent to the Knights?"

Behind Rosalia's hands, she showed a look of accepting criticism.

But what she said was not submissive at all, and there was even a feeling of anti-client. The nun in charge sighed, and Rosalia blurted out again.

"This counts as overtime."

"Puchi~"

The old nun couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, even if it's overtime, I'll give you a salary increase, but the diplomatic face must be acceptable. I'll give you three days of confinement and take a good rest."

In Mond, confinement is approximately equal to mandatory rest.

This was originally a special preferential treatment, but Rosalia couldn't help but frown.

Three days.

In three days, many things can happen.

In case of any accident on the road during this period, the whole of Mond may be in crisis.

But after thinking about it, she recalled the time when she stabbed Victor in the street. At that time, the moon was thin and there was no one on the street. During the whole process, Lu Kong didn't go out to stop him.

This at least shows that the trend of events has been within her expectations, and Rosalia's move is also part of the plan.

Rosalia ruled out the option that Lu Kong did not hear. A demon god who is good at dreams and minds must be well-informed and calculating, and such mistakes are impossible.

After thinking about it, Rosalia vaguely had a guess.

She still wanted to ask for confirmation, so she opened her mouth and asked, "Is this matter related to higher-level issues?"

Seeing that she couldn't hide it from her, the old nun sighed.

"It's really strange. It's just that a diplomat was injured, but it was discovered that morning. Less than an hour later, an executive officer of the Winter Kingdom expressed a severe condemnation. His words were also very strange. You must be grounded, and there is no discussion."

Eleven executive officers.

That is the supreme authority of the Winter Kingdom, holding the power directly given by the Queen of Ice, walking on the ground, often representing the will of the ice god.

Behind the incident, is there an executive standing?

Do not……

Rosalia thought of another option, an even more terrifying option.

Is it possible... that behind this is not the personal will of a certain executive, but the Ice God, one of the Seven Gods?

After all, Lisa speculated that Lu Kong's real body is a demon god. According to various mythological records, there are often inextricable connections between the righteous god and the demon god.

Unintentionally, I was involved in the calculation between God and God?

very scary.