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Chapter 97 Subordinate Institutions

"Click——"

The weird silence didn't last long. Baron Raphael waved his hand to disperse the confinement in the room, tapped his crutch gently on the ground, and called in Gibbon, an old and strong man waiting outside the door.

"Perhaps you are still somewhat wary of me, but this is human nature. The more clever and cunning a person is, the harder it is to trust others easily."

Baron Raphael said pleasantly to Linnard, then turned to Gibbon who was standing aside and said: "Treat our new member's eyes, and then take him to fill out an employment form. From now on, he will

He is the manager of an independent unit directly under the 13th Squadron of the Order Regiment."

A long list of convoluted names came out of his mouth, and he explained it specially for Linnard.

"To put it simply, your detective agency will be affiliated with the Order Group from now on, but it will still be managed independently by you. Your immediate superior is Brooke, the captain of Team 13.

If there is no disaster above a Class A incident, no one will recruit you, and you will be paid a sum of money every month to help you run the detective agency."

"My only request for you is that you must become a monk-level awakener within six months... no, within three months."

Raphael stretched out three fingers and stared at Linnard with a serious expression, refusing to refuse.

After talking for so long, a trace of fatigue inevitably appeared on his face, as if the matter involving Eisenhower had consumed too much of his energy. The conversation ended, and he waved his hand to indicate that Gibbon could leave with Linnard.

"One question." Linard did not look at Gibbon who was reaching out to hug him, but instead looked up at Raphael.

"Eisenhower, my uncle. What level of awakener is he?"

"Um?"

Raphael was in a daze, and it took him a while to realize what he was doing.

He pondered for a while and said calmly: "Infinitely close to the God's Mansion."

"Well...I understand."

Linard nodded to Gibbon and followed him out of the office.

Baron Raphael rubbed his cane unconsciously with his fingers and walked to the glass window.

He quietly stared at the windy sky in the distance, a trace of extreme madness gradually appeared in the depths of his pupils, and then slowly dissipated after a while.



"Wait for me a moment."

Gibbon took Lynard back to the front desk, repeated Raphael's request to Jasmine, and Jasmine led him to sign various documents.

After busily filling in his name dozens of times, Linnard finally heard Jasmine's satisfactory reply.

"Well, that's enough. Your information will soon be synchronized to the order group, and colleagues will understand that you are our branch organization in the future.

According to the previous agreement, you will act independently.

But if a disaster of level A or above occurs around you or in the area under the jurisdiction of Team 13, you must go to support unconditionally and try to solve it.

If self-assessment cannot prevent disaster, the news must be notified to the headquarters of the Order Corps as soon as possible."

"Give me the badge."

She took the badge from Linnard's hand and held it against her fair forehead for a while, while a faint white fluorescence continued to pour into the badge from her whole body.

"Okay, here is your contact device." She returned the activated badge to Linnard.

"After encountering an emergency, by injecting spiritual power, you can communicate with all nearby members of the order group who carry badges. Of course, other members will also use this method to contact you. You can decide whether to go for rescue."

"Don't use it casually." After saying this, Jasmine did not forget to tell him.

"You have to give it to me to recharge it every time you use it. It's very tiring."

Linard said nothing and silently put the badge into his pocket.

"Are you ready?" Gibbon returned to the front desk, holding a tightly sealed box in his hand, and asked casually.

The whole box is made of metal, with a dark gray appearance, like metals such as lead and mercury.

Linnard took the box and picked it up heavily, which was in line with his expectations.

"The thing inside here comes from an out-of-control 'life blood' person. The attached contamination has been eliminated through special means. As long as you put it close to the injured area, it will generate flesh and blood on its own. It is basically the same as your original product.

Be careful not to touch an uninjured area, otherwise I don’t know what it will become.”

Gibbon warned, and then told Linnard about the usage.

"Don't use flesh and blood to pick it up. Use tweezers, clamps, or wooden sticks."

After completing all the formalities and receiving the healing medicine, Linnard left the Steam Import and Export Company, hailed a carriage and returned to the detective agency.

The conversation with Raphael did not change anything for him, and deep down in his heart he did not attach much importance to those so-called grand plans and conspiracies.

In the final analysis, he is now equivalent to a 'messenger' level awakened person.

Although I held back during the ability test, I only received a 'believer' rating.

But overall, he is still some distance away from the 'monk', and he is exactly the 'messenger' between the two.

As a low-level ability user, Linnard knew that it was extremely dangerous to rashly get involved in incidents that frequently implicated the God's Mansion.

Now that he heard that his uncle turned out to be an awakened person close to the 'old days', and had been friends with Baron Raphael, the real power holder of the kingdom for many years, it was clear that he was in trouble again.

But fortunately, he himself is related to several entities that are suspected of being from the "old days". This episode really lacks some attraction for Linnard, who has a lot of debts.

There is a feeling of nothing more than this, which is what I expected.

After all, the issue he is most concerned about now is the growth of his abilities.

This desire for power is far stronger than Baron Raphael's expectations for him. Linard's goal has never been a monk.

Bishop! This is the limit he has set for himself.

Three months, that is, after the second script, you must have at least the same power as the 'Bishop'.

Only in this way can we have a certain say in the chaotic script space and the dangerous reality space.

Instead of being like today, like a dog with a tail attached, it needs to rely on the so-called Baron Raphael and the Kingdom Order Group to carefully train him and try their best to persuade him to upgrade.

Although Raphael meant well, Linnard also believed that everything was as he said and that everything he did was to get Eisenhower back.

But this feeling of being controlled by others is indeed terrible.

Linard was thinking wildly, but suddenly came back to his senses.

"What's going on...Am I angry?"

He covered his heart and looked in a daze.

"Still afraid? I seem to be experiencing emotional ups and downs due to the situation I encountered?"

Linnard was a little unsure. Everything he had experienced so far after traveling through time flashed through his mind, and he discovered a fact that shocked him from each frame.

He is indeed gradually transforming into an ordinary person.
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