1303: Chapter 1289: Visitor 1303: Chapter 1289: Visitor “My personal view could decide the survival or demise of an entire world…”
The realization of this fact ca after the voting proposal was finalized.
And it truly sank in two days later, five days before the official vote, when so people traveled thousands of miles to pay a visit…
“It’s been a long ti, Master…”
Looking into those bright and clear eyes, and at the sa ti, looking at this delicate face, Lu Ping’an felt as if he had returned to the past.
“313…
Lulu?”
Although he was sowhat doubtful, this ti, Lu Ping’an didn’t think he had mistaken the person.
“You, you’ve changed quite a bit, Now you seem quite strong…”
Lu Ping’an murmured subconsciously, his spiritual intuition telling him that the elegant lady who seed to have one eye, this widely known scholarly general…
killing him would probably not take ten seconds.
“Child of the World?”
At this mont, Lu Ping’an rembered their first eting.
Back then, he was entrusted by “the world” to seek out children favored by fate, and that mission was…
“…
you might not believe it, but when I went to find you, it was for nation-building, to create a nation for the Long Hand Clan…”
Ti played with destiny, and destiny fooled the mortals; at this mont, with many past events intertwined, even the fate-defying Lu Ping’an felt a bit wistful.
Back then, he had sought out this girl for “nation-building,” and now, she had co looking for him for the sa reason.
At that ti, he could’ve killed his opponent with a single finger, but now, being in the sa room, Lu Ping’an could feel that she could press him to death with a single finger.
“…
You really have had a hard ti.”
In that mont, facing the One-Eyed Marshal of the Salvation Army, Lu Ping’an found himself saying sothing quite impolite out of instinct…
It was like the care a senior has for their junior, and indeed, it was a bit overstepping.
But he truly felt that way, considering the hell the newcor must’ve gone through to get to this point over the last decade.
In that mont, the seemingly gentle woman’s single eye suddenly reddened.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and when she raised it again, her face was full of radiant smiles.
“Master, you haven’t changed at all…
that puts at ease.” Her single eye gazed steadfastly at Lu Ping’an, not blinking for a long ti.
The emotions were too complex, and Lu Ping’an dared not contemplate them.
“Uh, actually, I’ve made quite a bit of progress too.
Two months ago I was still fifth-tier, and now I’m at Quasi-rule level.”
Lu Ping’an, who was also not good at such scenes, yawned, tilted his head, and tried to gloss over it.
“Let’s get down to business, shall we?
You’ve co this ti for my four votes?” Tired of the small talk, Lu Ping’an naturally knew the purpose of this busy person before him.
“No, it’s five votes.”
Lulu pointed out the window at Captain Xia, who was being surrounded for inquiries by a group of old friends…
“Tsk, how co I’m her boss and she doesn’t greet first or give a heads-up.”
Although he complained, seeing that Xia Qin was all right, Lu Ping’an also breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing i Yuge in such a sorry state initially, he had actually braced himself for even worse developnts.
At this mont, Xia Qin outside the window, catching up with ow and the others, looked largely unchanged at a glance, but the silver streak in her bangs was definitely more distinct.
But her temperant was entirely different.
“Back then, she was a young female cadre pretending to be mature…
a ow pretending to be a tiger.”
Lu Ping’an stroked his chin, feeling sowhat nostalgic.
“Now she’s pretending to be a tigress mother to ow, trying hard to play the part of a sprightly old woman…
Ow!”
Lu Ping’an, whose head had just been smacked by the scabbard, received a fierce glare from the woman outside the window.
But seeing her still so spirited, Lu Ping’an laughed…
However, the person outside continued to stare at him fiercely, it seed that his words had really hit a sore spot.
“Ahem, let’s talk business.
Marshal Lu, you an to say that she has a fragnt on her too.”
“Yes, precisely speaking, it’s a ‘weapon’.
The concept is ‘a guaranteed counterattack after taking damage’…”
What kind of absurd thing is that?
Lu Ping’an was first stunned but then had an epiphany.
“No need to be attacked oneself to counterattack?
Retribution?” Lu Ping’an rembered the primitive concept of blood revenge, and even more so, the “legal judgnt and punishnt” established upon it.
“Yes…
this is a concept that does not exist in this world,”
Lulu also sighed.
It had taken a lot of effort to figure out the concept of this fragnt, but the “conclusion” itself was quite ironic.
In fact, there existed a hidden “common sense”, that the fallen fragnts were not truly distributed by fate alone.
They instinctively gravitated toward the most “compatible” beings, be it Divine Beasts, objects, or individuals.
Law and judgnt symbolize a society that has matured to a certain level.
Before this, there were rely the “commands” and “will” of a local lord, rather than the “judgnt of justice” based on “public order” or a “weaker person being hard”.
This represents a “right of authority” at the societal level.
In a ti when most people had no concept of legal rule, a true Law Enforcer was naturally attracted to Its presence.
“Sothing’s not right.
If this mature concept doesn’t exist in this world, It should not have been born…”
“Our generation’s civilization might not have it, but previous civilizations definitely did,” Lulu responded sowhat helplessly.
It was sowhat embarrassing and humiliating for the locals that the authority of “judicial justice” of their world had chosen an outsider.
At this mont, Lu Ping’an opened his communication device again, and there it was—five fragnts.
But his ranking had not improved…
In fact, he had now fallen to eleventh place, having gained a fragnt yet dropped two ranks from two days before.
“These guys are crazy with competition.”
When Lord Xiuyi “proposed” that fragnts act as votes to decide everyone’s and the world’s fate, there was little resistance.
Partly this was due to Lord Xiuyi’s prestige.
On the other hand, the fragnts truly were the best current “equivalent of power”.
One vote per person?
The Big Shots wouldn’t stand for it.
Just as the ninth-order wouldn’t accept that an eighth-tier could hold equal sway in speech, a senior eighth-tier wouldn’t agree to a newbie having a fair split.
In a reality of “inequality for all”, one vote per person is an excellent way to stir conflict.
As for the fragnts, being coveted “treasures” that everyone was searching for these days…
In fact, the Strongn naturally accumulated more, and those ranked at the top were universally acknowledged super-powerful individuals.
This was why Lu Ping’an was respected despite being relatively high-ranked.
Even if he were a Husky mixed into a wolf pack…
he was still a large dog that common cats and wild dogs wouldn’t dare to ss with.
The number of fragnts indirectly reflected the Big Shots’ strength, sphere of influence, and searching capabilities…
This was an “index of strength” that most Big Shots, under the current circumstances, were willing to acknowledge.
Since everyone had agreed upon it, Lord Xiuyi’s suggestion was announced, and having collected fifteen fragnts, Xiuyi…
“I am the proposer and also the one who carries the most fragnts.
I abstain from voting…
Anyway, I am neutral, and abstaining is acceptable.
But for you, these votes may be an asset in themselves; think it over carefully, and we’ll vote in a week.”
Though sowhat absurd, the votes of a few dozen to a hundred people within this circle could indeed determine the future of the world.
And giving a week’s ti was not to delay, but to give everyone “preparation ti” and “trading ti”.
This vote would affect the fate of most.
Naturally, there would be those who would pledge, buy, or steal votes…
Providing enough ti for trading, exchanging, collaboration, and preparing ntally and materially, would help everyone accept the final outco, whatever it may be.
“It also allows so indifferent parties to sell their votes for a good price, right?
Your Excellency, Marshal of the Salvation Army,”
Lu Ping’an asked with a smile, inquiring about the other party’s offer.
This fat lamb that knocked on his door, there was no reason for him not to make the most of it.
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