The organization with the butterfly as the totem had an unimaginable influence in the military, be it the previous two assassinations, the mobilization of the battleships and the methods they employed against Jian Xilai and Cao Yuan. The officer from the Internal Affairs Division who went to the College of Priests to investigate just now could be said to have declared his position, but it was also a form of deterrence.
After a moment of silence, Ran Donglou asked, "Are you from that world?"
Jing Jiu asked, "Have you seen others?"
Ran Donglou let out an indecipherable smile and said slowly, "General Li."
It was true that the current commander-in-chief of the Federation of the Milky Way, General Li, was an ascendant from Chaotian.
"When Dong 'er was young, she overheard a conversation between her mother and me. She became very curious about that organization, so she began to investigate it in secret. Actually, she didn't know that it wasn't a secret among the upper echelons of the Alliance."
Ran Donglou took a look at the closed door and said, "Only when the cocoon breaks can the butterfly emerge. Since there is a cocoon breaker, there will naturally be a butterfly."
Jing Jiu asked, "You don't like these cocoon breakers?"
Ran Donglou gave a very clear answer. "I belong to the Priest Sect."
Jing Jiu said, "He can kill all of you directly."
Even though there were many native swordsmen in the Human Federation of the Milky Way and those in Ran Donglou's Cultivation state, they were still no match for the ascendants from Chaotian. He knew very well what level General Li's realm was at. He also knew that there might be even stronger ascenders here, and these people had completely integrated with the interstellar civilization.
Ran Donglou gave a clear answer again, "The cocoon breakers want to rule this world, so they need that person's help."
The female priest on the Main Planet had the most ancient inheritance and a profound Cultivation state. She was respected and worshiped by millions of believers in the Federation of the Milky Way. Nobody dared to peek at her name; they only called her that one.
Jing Jiu then asked, "Why me?"
If the local swordsmen of the Federation of the Milky Way didn't like the ascendants, why did they choose him? Why would she trust him?
"Before God left, he said that a new God would come here."
Ran Donglou said, "Since the female priest of the Stargate thinks it might be you, why don't I give it a try? Of course, the main reason is that you are very strong. "
"Benefits?" Jing Jiu asked.
Ran Donglou asked, "Why did you refuse their inspection?"
Jing Jiu said, "That makes sense."
Ran Donglou said, "The authority is my goodwill, and the deal is for the future, because that person hasn't seen you yet. If she thinks it's not you, we can only establish a personal friendship, and my daughter will become your most loyal servant."
Thinking of Ran Handong's computer skills, Jing Jiu didn't object. "When will we meet?" he asked.
"Even if you are a candidate god, you can only wait for that god's summon."
Ran Donglou got up and said, "Don't stay in the College of Priests anymore. You have killed so many of their people. There will be revenge."
Jing Jiu said, "I won't."
Those cocoon breakers, or rather, the previous generation of ascenders, would not seek revenge on him for the deaths on that warship.
In the eyes of those people, the soldiers of the Federation of the Milky Way were no different from ants.
As for other forms of revenge, he didn't care.
…
…
After returning to the building of the College of Priests, Ran Handong didn't leave. Instead, she began to tidy up the rooms on the first floor.
"What is going on?" asked Zong Lizi.
"From today onwards, she will be my secretary. You can leave the chores to her."
Jing Jiu lay down on the chair, a tired expression on his face.
"Are you sure you are alright?" she asked worriedly.
… … After leaving the Yinhai Nebula, it took the Scorching-Sun Battleship seven days to arrive on the Main Planet. Jing Jiu spent most of the time sleeping during the seven days.
It was a rare thing to do.
"I'm alright," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi asked while staring into his eyes, "Why did you take off the hat then?"
Jing Jiu said while rubbing his earlobe, "It's a bit stuffy."
Seeing the movement of his fingers, Zong Lizi remarked, "You've never done this before."
Back in the apartment in the underground neighborhood, she had noticed that his earlobe was damaged. It didn't look like it was damaged by a sharp object, but more like a small piece of hard rock falling off from a stone statue.
She had asked him if he felt any pain. He said he didn't feel anything.
If he didn't feel anything, why did he touch it so often in the last few days?
The water in the iron kettle was boiling.
A faint fragrance came out soon after a few tea leaves were tossed into the kettle.
Zong Lizi was fully aware that Jing Jiu was drinking the tea for pleasure. He didn't care about the strength of the tea, but he preferred a lighter one because it looked better.
After taking a sip of the tea, Jing Jiu found that the tea tasted a bit smoother, either because her cooking skill had improved or for some other reason.
Jing Jiu noticed that the patterns on the iron kettle were somewhat familiar. After some thought, he remembered that he had drawn up the patterns for the female priest to see in the praying hall of the Stargate.
"My Teacher has memorized the patterns and asked the people on the Main Planet to make the iron kettle. But I'm not sure if the quality of the iron is the same."
Zong Lizi called the female priest of the Stargate her Teacher. Seeing that Jing Jiu had finally noticed the iron kettle and the small stove, she let out a delighted laugh.
Thinking of the female priest who believed that he was the new god, Jing Jiu asked her, "Do you know?"
Upon hearing this question, Zong Lizi grew nervous. After a moment of hesitation, she said softly, "My Teacher said … you're the new god, and asked me to serve you well."
"I'm not, so you don't have to be so cautious. But don't think that I'll elope with you either."
Jing Jiu rubbed her head and said, "Just do it like before."
His red hair became messy, looking like a naughty poem, or like the Thoughtless Sword with its marks in a messy way.
What they had done before was what they had done in the underground apartment, the Stargate Hotel, and the Shenmo Peak.
…
…
Later, Jing Jiu had been waiting in this building for the summoning of "that person". … …
Time passed slowly. It seemed that a long time had elapsed, but in fact, only three days had passed.
The Main Preacher Tai Yang and the higher-ups of the College of Priests were all aware of the secret, so they served him very diligently.
All sorts of information came to Ran Handong and was then passed on to Jing Jiu.
The military was investigating the attack on the Scorching-Sun Battleship. The captain of the battleship was brought to the Internal Affairs Department, and the officers and soldiers on the battleship were transferred to a base.
The praying hall remained silent, and the Ran family didn't say anything either.
In the early morning of the fourth day, it rained. The mountains around the College of Priests were covered in a thick fog.
Standing on the deck and looking at the thick fog, Jing Jiu thought of Cloudy Town outside Aoyama.
He suddenly said, "I'd like to go out for a walk."
Ran Handong stood by his side like a secretary. She intended to object reflexively when she heard this, but then she remembered her status and said, "I'll arrange it right away."
"No need for that." Jing Jiu turned around and placed the teacup in her hand, heading for the outside of the building.
The so-called arrangement was to inform the praying hall and the Ran family, and then arrange for the relevant personnel to ensure his travel.
He didn't need it.
The floating train brought Jing Jiu and Ran Handong away from the College of Priests and arrived in the Special Administrative District of the Capital.
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