Just a little tip-off, and Cocolia would be sent flying by the righteous Dudu arriving on a battleship.
It was a plan with zero technical skill, but it was surprisingly feasible.
However, even if it lacked technical skill, its execution still presented difficulties.
For example—Vienna is Austria’s largest city, with an area of 414.65 square kilometers.
To find a floating city within over four hundred square kilometers of land, and then accurately pinpoint one super-righteous person…
most people would probably just give up and hang themselves.
But fortunately, the Sheep Talisman Russell brought had the abilities of astral projection and dream walking.
He could fly in spirit form to search for the floating city.
After landing on it, he could go door to door, asking the sleeping Valkyries where their idol usually hangs out, and thereby track down the great righteous goose.
Looked at this way, the Sheep Talisman was surprisingly useful, wasn’t it?
Russell thought, fiddling with the talisman in his hand.
The famous bread enthusiast Dio once said that there is no weak or strong Stand.
Perhaps the same applied to the twelve talismans.
For gathering intelligence and enemy reconnaissance, the Sheep Talisman was quite effective.
Since the most difficult problem was already solved, why wasn’t Russell setting off?
Russell stood shirtless in front of a mirror.
The mirror reflected a beast-like figure.
This was not a metaphor, but a literal description.
There were black and red scales on his neck, as well as on his wrists and ankles.
A tail, like that of a wolf but much longer and more slender, was coiled around his waist.
A branch of the Dragon race—the Yazi, a noble bloodline of Yan.
Russell had no idea why he was in Ursus.
Logically speaking, he should have been a noble of Yan.
He felt as though the beginning of his story was just some bored entity casually rolling dice.
When wearing loose clothing, Russell looked no different from a normal person.
But once the clothes came off, anyone who wasn’t blind could see that he was not human.
“Brother Detector, do you think I can pass an airport security check?” Russell pondered for a moment and asked his gold finger.
[Do you think the people at the airport are lobster soldiers from Assassin’s Creed?]
[Speaking of which, you’re also an unregistered person.
If you want to get to Vienna, you’ll probably have to stow away on a plane.
My dear friend, remember to eat more and wear more clothes.
Clinging to a plane for a day and a night is a bit rough on the body.]
Misery.
After just one day of enjoying an air-conditioned room, he had to go out into the cold wind again.
The environment was even harsher than Siberia.
“I kind of don’t want to go anymore,” Russell sighed.
Freezing in the world of Terra, and now he had to freeze in the world of Honkai too.
“If it weren’t for the fact that Oripathy inhibitors are genuinely good stuff, I would have already bailed.”
Russell bit down on the Sheep Talisman and logged into the chat group.
“Raiden, do you have any way to gain your father’s trust?
Hmm, and while you’re at it, where is he being held?” the young man began to directly question his group member.
Raiden Mei was stunned.
According to Russell, her father’s faction was already as good as finished, a complete figurehead until the leader of Anti-Entropy returned.
What was the use of finding her father?
But it was, after all, a question from the prophet.
If he was asking, then there must be a reason.
“A memory that would earn his trust…” the young woman pondered, speaking cautiously.
“My father often dressed up as a HOMU Sword Saint to practice swordsmanship with me.
Does that count?”
“Sounds good, but I was hoping for something a bit more secret.”
A more secret piece of information.
Raiden Mei subconsciously glanced at her own thigh.
There was a faint, almost imperceptible birthmark there.
Only she and her parents knew about it.
Her mother had passed away long ago, so now only she and her father knew.
But that was obviously far too private.
Russell gave an example.
“Like, reaching middle age and being so bald that you start naming your remaining hairs, or needing to chug three cups of goji berry tea every day.”
Raiden Mei: “…”
After a long pause, she spoke.
“My father is not bald.”
“Now is not the time to defend your father,” Russell sighed.
Raiden Mei also realized the problem.
This was no time to be shy.
She opened her mouth and quickly spilled a secret.
“If I had to say something that only my father and I know, it would probably be that he was once bitten on the butt by a pig.”
“Yes, it is the greatest pain of his life.”
“He loved to travel and explore the wilderness when he was young.
Hmm, sometimes he had to take care of some private business in the wild…
and, well, when he was traveling in India, he was attacked on the butt by a pig that stuck its head out of a latrine.”
“Also, he got into a fight with monkeys on Mount Emei and lost.”
Perhaps because the fate of Chiba City was at stake, Raiden Mei held nothing back.
He ended up being held at gunpoint by an African chieftain and forced to dance the prisoner-of-war dance all night.”
[Ah, and here I thought she was going to tell you about the birthmark on her thigh.]
Even the detector seemed shocked.
The Raiden family was truly a renowned family of the Far East, with a deep understanding of etiquette.
They really practiced ruling the household with filial piety.
“If I told Raiden Ryoma that I knew about the birthmark on his daughter’s thigh, I think he would be more inclined to hope my plane crashed midway.”
Russell jotted down the “New 24 Filial Exemplars of the Far East” and then asked for Raiden Ryoma’s prison location.
His expression was one of satisfaction.
Although Raiden Ryoma had been completely overwhelmed by Cocolia, he was still fundamentally an executive of Anti-Entropy and had a record of easily breaking out of prison in the future.
Using the Sheep Talisman to communicate with him in a dream and get a plane ticket directly to Vienna would certainly not be difficult.
[Beating Cocolia won’t be hard for you, but your schedule is quite tight.]
[It’s daytime now, so Raiden Ryoma is obviously not asleep.
Waiting for him to fall asleep will take up a full day.
Communicating in the dream and arranging the trip to Vienna will take another night and a day.
At that point, you’ll only have two nights and one day left.]
[Waiting for Durandal to fall asleep is also a matter of luck.
If you don’t find her on the second night, you’ll have to wait for the third.
If you only manage to communicate on the third night, you won’t have much time left to deal with Cocolia.
All things considered, whether you can get the quest reward is very dependent on luck.]
“No, I am definitely getting that quest reward,” the young man said, his expression proud.
[Where are you getting this time and confidence from?]
The detector was a bit confused.
Russell just smiled without a word, picking up his phone to contact his current number-one lackey, Kiana.
“Big Bro Russell, is there anything I can help you with?” In front of her “brother-in-law,” Kiana was clearly eager to prove herself.
In response, a smile spread across Russell’s face.
“Kiana, can I ask you to do something for me?”
The young man quickly picked up his phone and sent Raiden Ryoma’s location and photo over.
“Please help me knock this criminal unconscious.”
The detector was stunned.
“I can be in Vienna by tonight.
Two days and three nights is more than enough time for me to find Durandal and tattle.”
The young man looked back, his expression arrogant.
The system seemed to understand why Russell had so much time.
[The hell?
So you’re doing a physical dream entry?!!]
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