Regardless of whether they were philosophers or scientists, they had to go back to their own homes and mothers after the work was done.
Not everyone had a mother, but they always had a home, even if it was just a temporary residence, like the manor house of the priest clan.
The whistling floating train brought the air in the tunnel with it, bringing in the fresh air filled with the smell of wild grass, which was a gust of wind.
As Jing Jiu and Ran Handong returned to the small building, the main preacher and the others came over like a gust of wind. They intended to ask something, but Ran Handong stopped them on the ground floor.
"The Special District of Capital is on lockdown. The fleet has issued a level three warning, and the praying hall has sent many people here."
Zong Lizi had vaguely guessed something. "What has happened?" she asked Jing Jiu.
"I'm bored. Let's take a walk."
Lying on the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu rested with his eyes closed.
When they were bored, they liked to go out for a walk by the river or in the park.
However, the capital was on lockdown as soon as he took Ran Handong out for a walk, and the whole planet was alarmed. Where had he gone?
Zong Lizi had many questions, but she could tell that he was truly exhausted. She poured a cup of tea from the iron kettle and placed it on the tea table by the chair, heading for the outside of the room.
Before she walked out of the room, she suddenly remarked, "You look … pretty with the glasses on."
The door of the room was closed slowly, soundless. Jing Jiu opened his eyes and picked up the teacup to have a sip. He turned on the TV screen without taking off the glasses.
As he came to the outside of the room, Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi came up to him, asking, "What has happened?"
Zong Lizi shook her head slightly and looked at Ran Handong, who was in a daze while leaning against the wall.
Ran Handong turned to the guest room and sat on the chair.
It wasn't until now that she had calmed down.
Calmness usually meant that she had returned to reality. She had tried her best not to think about the fears flooding into her mind.
Thinking of the scenes in the building of the military headquarters, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Seeing the scene, Zong Lizi and the others were startled.
"Big Sister, are you alright?" asked Hua Xi worriedly.
Ran Handong waved her hand and took out a cigarette with her trembling fingers. She lit it up and inhaled twice.
The smoke entered her body, bringing with it a slight spicy pain. It slightly eased her emotions, but it was still far from enough.
It would be better if she could have a cup of strong alcohol.
She thought.
The fear came from Shen Yunmai's madness and Jing Jiu's performance.
At that moment, she really thought that Jing Jiu would kill him, just like how he destroyed the warship in the Yinhai Nebula.
If Shen Yunmai died, how many people would be buried with him?
It could be the entire Federation of the Milky Way.
…
…
The words "Emergency News" appeared on the TV screens of countless households.
Soon, the entire planet knew what had happened in the Capital District today.
The Alliance Military Headquarters was attacked by the surrendering faction. Those crazy dark force fanatics used extremely powerful weapons.
The military eliminated all the terrorists in a very short period of time, but the military headquarters building still suffered a lot of damage. However, according to the news, not a single brave soldier or staff member died in this terrorist attack. Only a dozen or so people were injured by the rubble of the explosion.
Jing Jiu knew that some humans were the admirers of the Sea of Dark Matter and thought that the Federation of the Milky Way should give up resisting and accept the invasion of the darkness, becoming a part of eternity.
Jing Jiu could understand why those people had such an idea, but he couldn't accept it. As such, he appreciated the speed of the authorities' response and action.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and picked up the teacup to have a sip. Then he closed his eyes again to rest.
Though he didn't consume too much of his fairy energy in this fight, he still exerted some of his mental energy.
He truly appreciated Shen Yunmai, which was similar to seeing a nearly perfect pearl or a raw stone of excellent quality.
Yet, this didn't affect his attitude toward this person.
It was too annoying to have the pearl dangling from his earlobe, and the raw stone had sharp edges that would hurt his feet on the way. What should he do then?
He would of course tear it off or throw it away. If the person didn't listen to him, he would crush it into powder.
This was the principle of killing with one swing of the sword.
Why didn't he kill Shen Yunmai then?
It was probably because many people would die because of this, like those on the Scorching-Sun Battleship and those in the Mingsheng Community.
It was probably because Shen Yunmai was not easy to kill. His bones had been tempered by the fairy energy and were mixed with a special alloy, so he was not weaker than Jing Jiu. To break the defense completely, Jing Jiu would need at least three thousand swings of the sword. It would be enough time for the military of the Federation of the Milky Way to construct a shield with a large gravitational field, and then … the fireworks would explode inside.
Jing Jiu wouldn't accept the idea of perishing together with his enemy, even if there was only a slight risk.
It was probably because there was someone else behind Shen Yunmai. That person was the real trouble. Whether it was in terms of seniority, relationship, or ability, he was a problem.
He had hidden in the underground neighborhood of the Stargate and intended to come to the Main Planet after finding the Snow Girl. It was because he was aware that there were some weapons and people in this world who could pose a threat to him. He didn't want to deal with those people too soon, even though they didn't intend to kill him as General Li had said in the phone call.
Those were merely possibilities. Jing Jiu was the only one who knew the real reason.
It was then that a quarrel broke out downstairs, indicating that some new trouble had arrived.
…
…
A few main preachers of the praying hall and General Ran arrived.
The General Ran referred to was not the vice commander of the military, Ran Donglou, but his son, the big brother of Ran Handong.
The expression on General Ran's face was grave, and the main preachers looked terrible. "Does he know what he is doing?" they asked the Main Preacher Tai Yang.
The Main Preacher Tai Yang had been serving Jing Jiu all this time and regarded him as a god, so he wouldn't allow anyone to disrespect him. "Do you guys know what you are doing?" he demanded icily.
General Ran demanded while staring into his eyes, "He should be here waiting to be summoned by that person. Why did he suddenly go to the Special District of Capital?"
"He felt bored waiting, so he asked me to go there with him to have a look."
Ran Handong walked to the railing on the second floor and looked down at the crowd.
A faint smoke came out from her mouth along with her nonchalant voice.
Seeing her in such a state and thinking of the news he had just received, General Ran couldn't control his emotion any longer. "Nobody can suppress such a significant event," he said icily. "The whole of the Federation will know the truth soon. Does he intend to instigate a war between the military and the praying hall and destroy the whole of the Federation? I hope he can come up with a reasonable explanation. "
Ran Handong said, "He's tired and needs to take a rest."
General Ran grew even more furious, yelling, "What do you want to do this time?"
Ran Handong extinguished the smoke in her hand on the wall and said nonchalantly, "My father asked me to assist him in all his affairs. I'm his secretary now."
General Ran suppressed his emotion and whispered in her ear, "He is forcing us to express our opinion!"
It was true that Jing Jiu was exerting pressure on the allied government and the priests behind the government, no matter whether it was the matter of the building of the military headquarters or the preparation of a battleship.
At such a critical moment, the government and that person had to make a decision as soon as possible, whether they would be on Jing Jiu's side or not.
Ran Handong was aware of what was on Jing Jiu's mind, which was why she asked him to be patient with the government in the Special District of Capital. "What's the problem?" she asked expressionlessly.
General Ran thought it was absurd, saying, "He is merely one person no matter how strong he is."
As long as those battleships didn't return to the inner part of the galaxy, all the regions and the populace were under the control of the government, at least nominally.
Though there were many preconditions and attributions, the government was the ruler of this world in fact, save for the military headquarters.
The praying hall, as the only legitimate inheritor and propagator of the distant ancient civilization, had countless believers and the power of faith from billions of stars.
The government and the praying hall were one side of the human civilization.
It was extremely arrogant of a human to force the whole civilization to express their opinion.
Ran Handong's response to this was simple and straightforward, "Shen Yunmai has almost died today."
Upon hearing this, General Ran and the main preachers of the praying hall were all stunned, frozen on the spot.
What had happened in the building of the military headquarters that day couldn't be concealed from the whole world, but the details of what had happened in the building were kept confidential. Even the Ran family didn't know about it.
Shen Yunmai was the advisor of the highest level in the military headquarters, the most outstanding figure in the Federation of the Milky Way, and one of the strongest swordsmen in this world; but he had almost been killed by that person.
"As you know, I was on the scene." Ran Handong said while holding the deformed tobacco in her hand while staring into her brother's eyes, "So I'm certain that this is his intention. It's time for you, or that person, to express his intention."
General Ran still couldn't accept the fact, murmuring, "Even if … what you said is true, he is still too reckless."
"It's meaningless to talk about it. What he needs now is an answer. When will that person be willing to meet him? I'll give you …"
Ran Handong paused for a moment before continuing, "Three days; otherwise, I think he will meet that person himself."
Upon hearing this, the main preachers of the praying hall left the small building hastily with a changed expression on their faces.
Seeing them disappear on the other side of the manor, Ran Handong turned around and returned to the room. "I think we'll hear from him soon," she said to Jing Jiu.
Looking at the tasteless tea in the teacup, Jing Jiu said, "What you said is correct. This is my intention; but three days is too long."
Recalling that he said on the street in the Special District of Capital that he would shoot down another battleship, Ran Handong said with a pale face, "Please calm down and be more patient."
"I'm not fishing; why should I be patient?" snapped Jing Jiu.
After a moment of silence, Ran Handong said, "I'll boil some new tea for you."
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