Chapter 413: Chapter 232: Master, what do you do for a living?
The Third Prince had not expected an opportunity to achieve their grand plans to present itself so soon.
He had been in an earnest conversation with the current Pope in the church’s reception hall when the clerics brought in so bad news.
An epidemic caused by parasites was rapidly spreading through the Holy City, and the suspected carrier of the parasitic pathogens was Judge Yelena. It was highly likely that she had contracted the parasites while interrogating Jean Saintfield.
Lady Yelena had since escaped from the Baptism family’s ho and her whereabouts were unknown.
Upon hearing this distressing news, the Pope’s face darkened, and seeing his troubled expression, the Third Prince imdiately began to recount Duan Mingyuan’s illustrious achievents.
During their ti on chanical Star, they had faced a similar crisis—a virus called the Flesh Curse was spreading rapidly across the planet, signaling the onset of the planet’s "Cocoon" transformation.
Headed by Duan Mingyuan, the epidemic response team assud their duties in the face of danger and successfully resolved the crisis on chanical Star.
It was this performance that earned Duan Mingyuan a prestigious reputation in the dical community across the universe.
The Third Prince suggested that perhaps the Pope might consider the opinion of their accompanying ship doctor on this matter.
Of course, the Pope had also heard about the incident on chanical Star, but he had his doubts about the rumors. So had exaggeratedly attributed the halting of the planet’s "Cocoon" transformation solely to Duan Mingyuan’s efforts. But for soone who had witnessed a planet’s "Cocoon" transformation and had been dealing with such catastrophes, he knew well that if the transformation on chanical Star had indeed been halted, it must have been the result of countless people working together, not the achievent of any one individual.
Still, he decided to et with Duan Mingyuan.
Not long ago, the Iron Blood Bishop had praised Duan Mingyuan highly in a briefing.
He was the first to detect the Dark Night Witch’s conspiracy, and it was his warning that prepared the church for Jean Saintfield’s visit.
He might be a natural-born military genius.
That’s how the Iron Blood Bishop lauded Duan Mingyuan in the briefing.
The Third Prince ntioned that Duan Mingyuan and Jiuyue were currently staying in the Baptism family’s ho on the west side of the church plaza.
Throughout the journey, he had heaped praise on Duan Mingyuan, stating that although Duan Mingyuan was their ship doctor, he had a wide range of interests, possessing expertise in life sciences, energy studies, astronautics, swordsmanship, and other domains. Additionally, he had assisted the AI of the Prison Planet in constructing the first true digital space.
While the Pope outwardly agreed, his inner suspicions only deepened.
Any one of these remarkable achievents could suffice to make any corporate employee a leader in their departnt. However, when all these accomplishnts were attributed to the sa person, it was tinged with the aura of a con artist.
Human ti is finite, and the Pope found it hard to imagine soone mastering so much knowledge across nurous domains simultaneously.
When the group arrived at the Baptism family’s villa, the atmosphere inside was unusually different.
The clerics’ report had stated that this was the first scene of the incident, where an infected Yelena attacked the housemaid, who then also began to show symptoms of attacking others.
Logically, given such an event, the house should have been shrouded in a shadow of gloom.
Yet, downstairs, he saw a group of maids gathered on the third floor as if they were planning a grand celebration.
As the Pope pushed open the door, the crowd erupted into cheers.
The lively atmosphere reached the ground floor, and the Third Prince discerned that Jiuyue was the most exuberant celebrant.
"It worked!"
"There really is cool air!"
Following the source of the sounds, they reached the innermost guest room on the third floor.
The door was ajar, and the Pope held the doorknob for a long ti before deciding to push it open resolutely.
The mont he entered, he locked eyes with Duan Mingyuan standing on a chair, holding a screwdriver and turning his head; a machine on the wall was blowing cold air toward the doorway.
He also saw the maids hugging each other joyfully, even the housemaid whose injuries had just healed was joining in the celebration, standing to the side and quietly clapping.
This made the Pope feel like he had co to the wrong place.
First of all, this was the initial site of the parasite virus outbreak.
Secondly, Yelena was still missing, so why were these people celebrating as if nothing had happened?
This led the Pope to suspect that the servants of the Baptism family had all been infected by so strange virus.
Well, that included Baptism herself.
He quickly spotted Baptism in the crowd. Even though Baptism sat expressionless in her chair, her generator, that round robot, held a red brocade flag in one hand and a firework gun in the other, shooting ribbons everywhere.
"What... what are you doing?"
As he asked, the Pope had already prepared for battle.
He felt the atmosphere in the room was too bizarre; perhaps at any mont, these infected individuals would launch a surprise attack on him.
"Building an air conditioner."
The maid closest to him pointed at the device on the wall.
"I know that’s an air conditioner."
Even though the Holy City didn’t need air conditioners, as Pope, he had visited countless planets, so how could he not know what this machine that emitted cool air was called?
He just didn’t understand why Duan Mingyuan would build an air conditioner in Baptism’s house, or why these people would celebrate over an air conditioner.
"This is no ordinary air conditioner."
The round robot approached him and introduced in a chanical synthetic voice, "This is the first air conditioner in human history to be powered by Scorching Sun Power."
It was undoubtedly a day worthy of celebration.
Baptism had seen many interesting electrical appliances on her outings.
TV sets, handheld consoles, and ga consoles that connected to the TV, but when she brought these entertainnt devices back to the Holy City, they invariably faced the sa problem—there was no electricity.
The only result of forcefully charging these devices with Scorching Sun Power was to burn them out.
That’s also why Baptism mostly liked to stay on her own ship, where she could at least use so electricity.
And in the Holy City, although every year people would propose to the church to use other energy sources, they were all rejected.
The opinion of the church’s senior leaders was that these entertainnt devices would interfere with the believers’ asceticism.
A Cultivator of clear heart and sparse desires does not need these devices.
But the arrival of Duan Mingyuan changed everything.
If they could create entertainnt tools that didn’t require electricity, they wouldn’t have to propose the introduction of other energy sources to the higher-ups.
Baptism had always wanted a ho version of the PS27 so she could spend her leisure ti at ho playing gas with the maids.
But Baptism’s response made the Pope’s vision go dark.
"Yelena is currently missing; she might have infected many people, yet you are here building an air conditioner."
"I understand."
The round electronic screen faced the Pope, "But it can blow so cold wind though."
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