671: Chapter 315: The Beautiful Day Has Just Begun 671: Chapter 315: The Beautiful Day Has Just Begun Gelangdola’s good mood did not last long.
A few minutes later, he had logged off the network eting hall in a terrible mood.
Just now, on a whim, he had actually captured a dangerous anti-humanity activist.
This made him feel like he had found a treasure, and he imdiately went to report to his father, Amilcare Zhao.
But, as expected, he was scolded by Lord Amilcare.
Amilcare indicated that the authorities were now focusing on cracking down on the Six Dragons Sect.
They were not in the mood to deal with the followers of the “Martial Ancestor’s ideology”, who might be dangerous terrorists, but His Majesty now demanded focus on the Six Dragons Sect.
According to the data from the Moon, it was hard to believe that the followers of the Martial Ancestor’s later misguided ideals were involved with the Six Dragons Sect.
To claim otherwise, the Six Dragons Sect related more to the Martial Ancestor’s earlier ideologies.
In short, Amilcare was planning how to use the Ashur-Lei-Goodrian Paladin for so achievent.
Yet, strictly speaking, Amilcare’s daily duties included “protecting the Paladin” and “protecting the Mona Knight Order.” So, if he wanted to move against Paladin Ashur, he had to weigh his options.
However, this matter was too important for Old Master Zhao.
If he could find even the slightest clue from the Mona Knight Order, he would have an easier ti in Pine Eagle City.
At this critical mont, his younger son bringing him such irrelevant information was pure folly.
So, Gelangdola Zhao was in a bad mood.
He looked at the grey sunlight shining on the earth and said in a low voice, “At least it hasn’t hindered…
Nothing next should be obstructed either.
Enough.”
After all, Amilcare Zhao still rembered what his responsibilities encompassed, so he instructed Gelangdola to handle his own affairs and not to bother him anymore.
Gelangdola habitually raised his hand to massage his temple but then put it down.
This body’s surface lacked fine tactile sensors, replaced by sufficiently hard external armor.
His head could even withstand a snipe from small or dium caliber firearms.
His small action would only weaken the armor’s strength.
The young nobleman asked, “How is it progressing there?”
The Secretary Officer hastily responded, “There’s new progress.
If the Hero familiar with the Martial Ancestor’s later ideologies didn’t use an alias…
he might be connected to the incident three years ago.”
“Three years ago…” Gelangdola said, “The assassination?”
“Also the previous Welfare Officer seriously wounded in an assassination attempt, Miss Six murdered, your younger brother murdered, and the Vice Captain of the Mona Knight Order assassinated…
All these might be linked to him.”
Gelangdola said, “Tell more.”
“The Hero used the na ‘Yuki’, which matches the registration na of an individual from a wilderness settlent near the city.
That place is where the previous Welfare Officer was assassinated.
As per the records, that individual was taken away by the Assassin at that ti.”
“Now, as these three martial artists head to Recycling Station Town, this Hero has deliberately concealed this na.”
Gelangdola suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, “This is an unexpected benefit.”
He did not doubt the authenticity of the intelligence.
He was well aware of how potent the effects of the “truth serum” he had administered were.
Once injected, it would impair certain functions of the human brain.
Humans would not be able to “inhibit” specific impulses.
After forming a piece of information in his mind in the form of words, the information would slip out directly.
Simultaneously, it was difficult for him to generate hidden “impulses.”
Experts with accomplished inner strength or people who had undergone specific training (for example, using a particular antagonist that placed trainees in a similar state for a short period) could think in nondeclarative forms, restrain themselves with pure logic, and even mislead the enemy through verbal skills by identifying which parts of their brain had malfunctioned, avoiding their own uncontrollable impulses.
But how could a youth who had just stepped into Jianghu manage that?
Even if he had mastered so lying skills, he couldn’t articulate the lie after formulating it—the half-ford lie in his mind would blurt out as soon as it took shape.
“It appears to be a series of malicious incidents.” Gelangdola had intended to go to Amilcare imdiately to clarify things.
But the mory of being scolded just monts ago made him stop.
Gelangdola planned to submit this information in a report format.
“Well, revoke that terrorist’s civil protection,” he said casually, “Such anti-human elents do not deserve to enjoy the glory of civilization.
Issue the arrest warrant, and based on the impact records, start training AI imdiately for everyone behaving similarly.
Upload the results to the public network.
Hmm, that’s all for now.”
Gelangdola then turned around and left from in front of the glass curtain wall.
He planned to follow the original plan, to activate his personal mini aircraft on the nine-hundredth-floor platform, and go down to run so errands.
The day was just beginning to look promising.
………………………
Fortunately, Xiang Shan had left so nuclear batteries, so the local Heroes were not trapped on the surface.
Even if they were hunkered down in the sunless underground, they could maintain their basic needs.
Ah, of course, fighting would take a long ti to save up electricity because after all, nuclear batteries are not reactors.
These days, the Heroes had set up many strongholds underground.
Among them, so were personally involved by Yuki and Liu.
Ai Tielang, an old-tir in Jianghu, took this opportunity to pass down his knowledge and experience to the younger Heroes.
For Yuki, this was also a new experience.
His master’s martial arts competence was too high, and his old teammates were too formidable.
Thus, in establishing strongholds, which was a basic affair, he was not as skilled as Ai Tielang who had decades of hands-on experience.
Inside the small, water-logged camp, Ai Tielang pulled a charging cable from the underwater mud, removed its protective sheath, and used an adapter to split it into three.
Three Heroes gathered around a small nuclear battery, sharing what they had seen and heard in the past few days.
Yuki and Liu Ri also took the opportunity to relieve so of the fatigue in their biological components.
“Hmm, so there’s been an incident like that,” Ai Tielang nodded, “You two have done well.
That young brother Han Zhun is also a good companion.
Once the attention dies down…
No, let’s do it today.
There’s no ti like the present; we’ll look for him later.”
At that mont, a small robot slowly ca from the tunnel.
It was another Hero’s creation, specifically designed for navigating tight spaces and conveying information.
Ai Tielang skillfully twisted the gadget, making the small robot transform and expose its internal interface.
He picked up the robot entirely and plugged it into his chest’s data interface.
Then, his gaze turned red: “How could this be?”
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