When Mr. Chain woke up, he seed utterly despondent, with an air of not wanting his eyes or brain. Malin thought, wasn’t it just a wrestling match between n? Your mother’s holand on those four islands used to have sothing called sumo, which was much more intense than what you saw in that recollection.
Of course, even in his despair, Mr. Chain still focused on work and, together with the illustrator, drew the targets he had seen.
The Sage Qian asked Mr. Chain to rest, while on the other hand, he copied the drawings and distributed them to the street police stations in each district of New Hangzhou to identify the targets. Sage Qian had always wanted to establish identity records between New Hangzhou and the south but was hindered without a large terminal—currently the most crucial elent in managing identity records.
New Hangzhou once had one, but it broke a long ti ago and took the half-completed identity system with it due to a thunderstorm, and the sages have not been able to find a complete set of replacent parts until now.
However, the street police headquarters quickly replied that a street policeman in District Seven recognized the elderly woman in the portrait as a street woman, who had been working on the roadside for nearly twenty years and retired with quite a fortunate ending.
Since it was a matter personally asked by Sage Qian, the street police stations in District Seven took it very seriously. District Seven was a prestigious safe area, and to invite this person to the scene, the station assigned six Transcendents to storm into the launderette where this woman now worked and brought her before Sage Qian.
Old Master Li just needed one look to feel that this woman was suspicious—she had no traces of chaos on her, nor did she seem to possess any transcendent talent.
How could a woman with no power to even truss a chicken be involved with this deceased person without any contamination?
Malin sighed.
"A blessing talent of at least nine, latent talent, activated postnatally." Looking at this woman said to be already forty years old, Malin turned to Sage Qian.
The latter hesitated for a mont, then looked back at Malin: "Really?"
"Really, so children do not display their talents from childhood, but suddenly activate their talents near adulthood, and usually, no one can see it." At this point, Malin gestured for Sage Qian to handle it.
After the initial shock, the washerwoman finally understood Malin’s words. She looked at Malin: "Sir, what are you saying, I, I... could I be a Transcendent?"
"Yes, Fate, having given you the bitterest trials, has reserved for you a single thread of warmth. You have tasted the duality of life, yet have not succumbed to it." Malin approached the woman and extended his hand. In front of Malin’s activation spell formation, a warm light appeared in the palm of the washerwoman’s hand.
"You have elvish Half-blood, forty years old, although a bit old for an Apprentice, your future is still long, and you have ti to grow. Strive for the future." After speaking, Malin looked at Sage Qian: "She’s fine, she can go."
So Sage Qian signaled the street policeman who brought her to take her away, but one officer stayed behind, indicating he should explain the woman’s situation.
As he recounted, Malin heard a rather sorrowful story. The story featured an once sweet family that, after an unexpected incident, left six orphaned children, the eldest of whom ultimately chose to enlist and died in his third year of service.
The family’s second child, this woman, had to turn to selling herself to help her family due to her young age.
The brother, being the third child, eventually strayed and died in a gang conflict long ago.
The next three sisters, through the sacrifices of their older brother and sister, got the opportunity for education. They now have jobs and families but remain indifferent to their eldest sister, even cunningly seizing the ownership of the ancestral ho from her a few years ago.
"Not a single duty one should perform was done by them," Old Man Li sighed.
"From a sociological perspective, although the male mbers of the family have all perished, allowing the three daughters to receive the right to a dignified life, this is both the victory and the tragedy of knowledge." Madam ng looked at Sage Qian: "Honorable Sage, if it’s possible, I would like to recomnd this child. Her nature of erging unstained from such murky waters delights , and if she cannot find a good ntor, I am willing to assist her."
"It is possible, but trust , the Charity Society will certainly select a good ntor for her." Sage Qian said this, then gestured for the street policeman to leave.
As the officer left, Malin tossed him two packs of cigarettes: "Thanks for your hard work, share them with your colleagues."
A simple "thanks for your hard work" brought a sincere smile to the street policeman’s face: "My colleagues and I thank you, Prince Malin."
This young officer thought Malin was a Half-blood, and that "Prince Malin" unexpectedly... made Malin feel sothing loosen within him.
It seed joyous, it seed celebratory.
After he left, a new street police ssenger arrived, from the Ninth District. During an assault on the theater where that middle-aged man was, they encountered resistance, resulting in five minutes of gunfire. The good news was only one person died, the bad news was a bullet ricocheted thrice off a wall and blew off the back of the middle-aged man’s skull.
A standard case of dead n tell no tales.
Malin turned his head to look at Susu, the girl holding a soul in her hand.
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