Captain Chen Muye returned quietly.
One day after training, Luciel suddenly saw Captain Chen Muye coming out of the office.
He looked rather exhausted; his sudden disappearance for a week surely wasn’t for sightseeing.
What exactly happened, and what would happen next?
Luciel didn’t much care; he was just waiting.
Like a farmer who has tilled the land, sown the seeds, and applied fertilizer.
As for what the seeds grow into, that depends on them.
Of course, one still has to do what one is supposed to do.
“Hello, is there something you need?” Luciel turned his head to look at Captain Chen Muye, who was squatting beside him at the edge of the newly opened small patch of land.
With genuine confusion, Luciel asked.
“Ah, hello.” Captain Chen Muye looked as if he had been snapped out of a daze, returning from his own world.
After a brief hesitation, Captain Chen Muye adjusted his mindset—dealing with a familiar face but a stranger—and then said, “I heard from your other personalities that you can contact the Moon.
I hope you can act as a bridge; the Nightwatcher has something important to discuss with it.” Captain Chen Muye looked at Luciel very earnestly, as if he wanted to convey his current feelings to him.
Meeting Captain Chen Muye’s intense gaze, Luciel inexplicably felt like smiling as he looked at the Captain’s serious expression.
Pfft, oh no, now he wanted to laugh even more.
“It is sleeping.
Humans and seeds are different; plants grow at all times, but people need to rest.” “This matter is very important.
If there is a good outcome, many people will survive.” Luciel frowned.
“I express joy at the fact that many people can be saved, but I also need to correct one point: whether those people live or die has no direct causal relationship with the Moon itself.” “Just as plants always wither, life always has an end.
This is the unchanging truth of all things.” “I can call it for you once, because I hope more lives can enjoy the wonders of the world.
But I will only call this once, because the Moon has nothing to do with this matter.” Luciel himself had no intention of cooperating with the Nightwatcher.
Selling two or three bottles occasionally to supplement household expenses was fine, but making potions every day?
That would surely tire him to death!
Besides, they certainly wouldn’t think they had enough of such strategic supplies; they would definitely negotiate for high quantities.
If he had to make potions every day, how would Luciel digest his potions?
So he couldn’t be bothered to say more; let them go talk to the Primordial Mother Goddess.
Luciel thought this while pretending to change his posture.
“You humans are neither polite nor moral.
Disturbing me every time I sleep—are you unable to live until nightfall?
How pathetic.” Luciel spat out venom as soon as he spoke.
Even with exhaustion, his face was full of disdain, perfectly acting out the dissatisfaction of being disturbed mid-sleep.
Captain Chen Muye’s eyelid twitched, but he quickly took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.
“Moon, hello.” “I am doing very poorly.
You might as well skip the boring and useless pleasantries; after all, no matter how eloquently you speak, it won’t change my current displeasure.
State your request, human; I will ruthlessly reject you.” Luciel directly interrupted Captain Chen Muye’s opening.
After all, this negotiation had no benefit for potion digestion.
He might as well waste as little time as possible and just give a harsh rejection.
Captain Chen Muye took another deep breath.
“It is like this: the potion you provided last time has very good therapeutic effects.
I have reported it to the Nightwatcher superiors, and after testing, it is very important for the Nightwatcher who work in dangerous jobs.
According to higher instructions, we hope you can provide a large quantity of potions.
In exchange, you can propose what you want.” Luciel curled his lips into a mocking smile.
“A large quantity of potions?
You wish.
Do you know that making potions requires a lot of time and a great deal of my energy, and it also consumes my spirituality?
Not to mention, do you think I am the only one in this body?
I have neither the time nor the energy.
Besides, what use do I have for your things?
Do you think I am short of your petty change?
Don’t joke around.
Just find someone who is half-dead; would anyone really refuse to pay ten thousand or eight thousand for a bottle?
After all, this world is not peaceful.” Captain Chen Muye hurriedly said, “We can provide various resources.
All medicinal herbs will be provided by us, and there is also the protection of the Nightwatcher.
The Nightwatcher will specially form a special team to protect you by your side, isolating all danger.” Luciel snorted disdainfully.
“Protection?
Is that a nicer alias for imprisonment?
I don’t need that kind of thing.
As for the materials, if you bring them, I process them, and in the end, it still goes into your mouths.
As for its use for me, ordinary injuries heal in no time, and if it can really injure me to the point where I can’t heal myself, that little potion won’t be of any use either.” Captain Chen Muye gritted his teeth.
“We will do our best to meet your needs.
As long as you can provide the potions, this is a life-saving item for many Nightwatcher.” Captain Chen Muye’s urgency was real; he truly hoped that his colleagues’ lives could have one more layer of protection.
But Luciel’s eyes didn’t fluctuate in the slightest.
Honestly, he didn’t have any feelings; hearing this was like reading a book that summarized a war in one stroke, stating that millions had died.
He had no real sense of it in his heart.
“I have already pointed out a path for you.
You are hesitant and indecisive, yet you come begging to me.
Is it that sucking away my time is sweeter to you?
The knowledge and ability for me to make potions come from the Primordial Mother Goddess.
I have already left behind Her honorific name.
Surely, even if you don’t know the language of mysticism yourself, my other personalities will tell you.” “By the way, you have the aura of the Mother Goddess on you.
You must have been to Her divine kingdom.
You have already met a True God, yet you still come begging to me—do you have some kind of serious illness?” “If you are truly in such urgent need of potions, go beg the Primordial Mother Goddess to bestow the ability to make potions.
If you still have concerns about the Mother Goddess, then give up.
Those who are hesitant and indecisive are destined to achieve nothing.
Wanting this and wanting that—aren’t you afraid of choking yourself to death with such greed?” After saying this, Luciel sat directly on the chair, closed and opened his eyes.
The playfulness and mockery in his eyes disappeared rapidly, replaced by calmness and gentleness.
“It seems it’s over.
Whether this matter succeeds or fails is your business.
My crops need fertilizing.
Goodbye.” As he spoke, Luciel stood up and walked toward the corner where the farm tools were kept.
He skillfully took out the fertilizer and began to spread it, no longer paying attention to Captain Chen Muye.
Captain Chen Muye sighed helplessly and walked out of Peace Wedding Planning.
He quickly returned to the office in the underground base, checked left and right, and after confirming there was no one else, he found a phone number from his mobile phone.
This number hadn’t been called once in nearly ten years, but it had been used frequently in the last few days.
The phone rang three times, and the person on the other end answered quickly.
“Captain Chen Muye, is there a problem?” A middle-aged man’s voice came from the other side.
Captain Chen Muye subconsciously stood at attention.
“Commander-in-Chief, just a moment ago I made contact with the Moon, but its reaction was not ideal.
It didn’t ask for anything but flatly rejected me.
At the same time…” Captain Chen Muye repeated the conversation with the Moon word for word, adding nothing and subtracting nothing.
Until he finished stating the last sentence, he did not say more, but quietly waited for the response given by Commander-in-Chief Ye Fan on the other side of the phone.
After a silence, “It seems this personality’s perception of itself does not belong to humanity, and it does not care much about whether people live or die, but it has not shown any behavior of committing evil.
It should belong to a neutral personality.
It cannot be bought, but it will not be won over by us either.” “If it doesn’t work on your end, then forget it.
There is a clear way for Luciel’s personalities to contact each other; there is no need to be aggressive.
Keep an eye on him during this time.
If an anti-social type appears among his personalities, you must stop it.” “Ensure as much as possible that he will not become a hidden danger.
If there is no problem, stabilize him as much as possible.
If there is a problem you cannot solve, I will dispatch a special team to handle it.” After ending the call, Captain Chen Muye put away his phone, walked out of the room with a normal expression, and began his daily training.
As soon as he entered the training ground, he saw that Luciel had returned, and was now sparring with Wen Qimo.
Wen Qimo made a strange gesture with his hands.
This was the start of his Forbidden Domain: Heart Demon Binding, but looking at Wen Qimo’s expression, it felt like what he was about to face was very ominous.
Heart Demon Binding was a type of mental attack Forbidden Domain.
It could ignore physical defense and act directly on the mental level, making the target see deceased relatives or hallucinate, thereby creating a huge mental impact and sense of crisis, making their movements sluggish, and creating opportunities for attack.
As the opponent, several black lines indeed grew from Luciel’s heart, attempting to crawl all over his body.
However, a faint halo on Luciel’s body blocked all the black lines that attempted to spread.
The trance in Luciel’s spirit disappeared the moment he charged forward.
Seeing that the ground would shake with every step Luciel took, Wen Qimo raised his hand in panic and shouted loudly, “Stop, stop!
I surrender, I surrender!” When Luciel heard his opponent surrender, he twisted his body, trying hard to use his legs to stop the inertia brought by his forward charge.
It was not until two obvious marks appeared on the ground that Luciel barely managed to stop his figure.
“I told you that you are skinny and weak and definitely can’t take a beating.
Zhao Kongcheng is better, though he is a bit slippery.
When his injuries heal, I must exchange martial arts with him again, bare-handed!” “Right, right.
When Old Zhao gets better, you go find him.” Wen Qimo looked at the two marks on the ground not far away, touched the back of his neck, and found it was covered in cold sweat.
Just now, he seemed to have seen a wild adult yak intending to hit him head-on.
Luciel usually appeared like a weakling, but only when sparring, this personality—this personality codenamed Strength—was simply a Monster.
At the beginning, when sparring with Zhao Kongcheng, one could see the unfamiliarity in his movements and the lack of coordination in his hands and feet.
After sparring with several combatants over the past few days, one could see the improvement in his martial arts every day.
Now, when they spar, they all have to use their Forbidden Domain.
Wen Qimo’s face became even more bitter at the thought of Forbidden Domain.
Hong Ying’s Crimson Fire Feather Garment was a direct elemental damage type that attached fire.
Even if she restrained it, she could still beat Luciel until he was covered in dirt.
Why did he only discover today after using Forbidden Domain that this kid was immune to mental control?
That little pause made no difference in a Pool Realm non-melee combat situation.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a miserable person.
“Hehehe, Qimo, don’t let the newcomer look down on you!” Zhao Kongcheng, whose injuries had healed quite a bit, didn’t hear clearly what the two people on the field said, and was still watching the show while loudly fueling the fire.
“Old Zhao, how are your injuries?” Looking at Zhao Kongcheng, who was still sitting in a wheelchair, Captain Chen Muye asked with concern.
Zhao Kongcheng waved his hand.
“It’s nothing.
My body is very good.
And in the few days you were out, the Moon came out again, but we didn’t meet it.
It left a few bottles of potions, and Strength gave one to me.
Thanks to the Moon’s potion, I feel no problems at all.
It’s just that little girl Xiaonan who is afraid that I might still have some hidden dangers, so she let me rest for a few more days.” Captain Chen Muye nodded.
Seeing Zhao Kongcheng’s carefree appearance, there should be no problem.
He thought to himself that if he could get the Moon to provide a large quantity of potions, the team members would have a guarantee if they were injured in the future.
Even if they couldn’t sell them in large batches, selling a few bottles occasionally shouldn’t be a problem, right?
At this time, the two who were sparring happened to come out of the training room.
Luciel walked over.
“Captain, long time no see.” Captain Chen Muye looked at Luciel, hesitated for a moment, and still said, “Strength, I know the Moon refused to cooperate, but this is really important to the Nightwatcher.
Can you help us talk to it again?” Luciel shook his head.
“Captain, I can’t help it either.
I have already said that I cannot directly contact the Moon.
Whether it can hear my voice depends entirely on luck.
If it has refused, it is impossible for it to change its mind because I say a few words.
I can help you keep an eye on it.
If one day the Moon wants to come out, I will remind you.” Captain Chen Muye said gratefully, “Then I will trouble you, Strength.” Zhao Kongcheng teased from the side, “Kid, your progress is really great.
You are almost outperforming us old team members.” Luciel scratched his head and smiled.
“I still need to learn more from everyone.
And sparring is not satisfying enough.
If only I could meet an opponent I don’t have to worry about killing.” They glanced tacitly at the obvious marks on the training room floor.
Such an opponent was not easy to find.
If that Mystery from last time hadn’t been solved by one punch from Luciel’s other personality, it might have been possible to let him have a satisfying punch.
Now, they couldn’t possibly go up themselves, right?
After several people tacitly shifted the topic, the team returned to being lively.
One could feel that Strength was very happy.
If you ask the reason, hey, the Pugilist has been digested.
As for Captain Chen Muye, he was still somewhat unwilling to give up.
After all, if nothing else, the fact that Strength could casually give Zhao Kongcheng a bottle of potion proved that the Moon did not care much about where the potions went.
Being able to see a glimmer of hope easily made one feel a ticklish sensation in their heart, as if being scratched by a feather.
Still, as the saying goes, having the advantage of proximity, if everyone can’t share the benefits together, at least let those around him have a bite.
If team members could carry one or two bottles of potions, they could save their own lives if they suddenly encountered an emergency.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”