As training classes for various chefs unfolded in the underworld, igniting a fervor for culinary arts.
In the Eighteenth Hall, Jiang Lin observed that the Eighteenth Squad had smoothly transitioned into its routine, no longer requiring his constant supervision.
He then relocated the entrance to the cooking platform's space to the courtyard.
It was situated right behind the arena.
"Master~!"
The robotic sphere, just returning from outside, spotted Jiang Lin in the courtyard.
It immediately became excited, lunging forward as if to embrace him.
Jiang Lin flashed his body, causing it to miss.
Witnessing this familiar scene, Xu Nan shook his head, "Captain Jiang, I'll go do my homework now."
"Master..."
The robotic sphere, with its large, expressive eyes and a body with alluring curves, slightly bowed, presenting a picture of pitiable innocence.
Jiang Lin paused for a moment, "Have you finished your homework?"
The robotic sphere: "...No."
"Then why aren't you hurrying to do it?"
"...Oh."
The robotic sphere drooped its shoulders and turned back into the hall.
Sitting at the desk, it gazed at the uninteresting homework before it.
With one hand propping up its chin, it spun a pen with the other.
One rotation, two rotations, three rotations...
"Strange, so very strange..."
This body of its was clearly crafted according to the plan with the highest composite data.
Didn't everyone say men liked beautiful women?
Wasn't it beautiful enough?
Why did Master show no sign of liking it?
The robotic sphere puffed out its cheeks, lost in deep thought.
Originally, it had envisioned itself transforming into a beauty, becoming the center of attention, just like in storybooks...
Then it would have an abundance of treasures to use.
With a little pout, it wouldn't have to do anything.
No school, no homework...
Every day, it would only do what it wanted to do.
When money ran out, or materials were insufficient.
Master would pat its head and say dotingly, "I have money here, take it and spend it as you please."
Heh heh heh... Heh heh heh...
At that time, wouldn't it be able to modify itself however it pleased?
"..."
Xu Nan, who was doing his homework, slightly raised his head and looked at the robotic sphere, which was clearly daydreaming.
He paused, then withdrew his gaze.
...One must learn to respect biodiversity.
However, thinking about the books the robotic sphere read every day...
Should he find some proper books for it?
"I know!"
The robotic sphere suddenly slammed the table and stood up!
"It must be missing that one thing!"
Master must like another type!
"I'm going out!"
Seizing the moment, the robotic sphere immediately slipped out.
Xu Nan, without looking up from his homework, shook his head inwardly.
...
A short while later, Jiang Lin also entered from the courtyard.
Without asking where the robotic sphere had gone, he went straight to the desk and sat down.
With a wave of his hand, a book with a green cover flew over from the third bookshelf on the right.
As it landed in Jiang Lin's hand, the green cover flashed with a phosphorescent glow.
It was as if it were alive.
This was "The Tale of the Qilin," which Jiang Lin had recently borrowed from the Underworld's "Archive."
It recorded mostly matters concerning the Qilin.
For records of such special creatures, not only were the covers specially made,
but the text within was also written using a special method.
According to the administrator of the archive, who was possessed by the bookshelf:
"If this is not done, they will come to life and run away."
When it said this, its expression was teasing, and it was unclear whether it was true or not.
However, Jiang Lin had heard before that, just as certain powerful figures were "not to be mentioned,"
such as the King of Hell's name.
Certain things were also "not to be recorded."
For example—once, a supreme existence in the underworld.
Jiang Lin had never seen Him in any book.
But he had vaguely seen traces of Him in some peculiar books.
Because He was not to be recorded, the scribes would record those events in another way.
When mentioning Him, they would gloss over it with phrases like:
'A tall figure.'
Or perhaps: 'An authoritative voice.'
...
Originally, such books were generally not lent out.
But with Jiang Lin's current status as a First-Class Ghost Messenger, he could take them away with just a registration.
After the [Spirit] disappeared last time, it left behind a Qilin's horn tip.
Jiang Lin intended to learn more about it.
However, he had been busy overseeing the daily work and training of the Eighteenth Squad, leaving him little time to read.
Jiang Lin opened the pages and read them carefully, line by line.
This special type of recorded text likely utilized some form of mental energy during its recording.
Therefore, it required careful comprehension when reading.
As he read, scenes seemed to materialize before Jiang Lin's eyes.
It was as if he were personally present in the places described in the book.
...Is this the power of this text?
Or is it because his mental energy is strong enough to trigger the mental energy within the text?
Just as Jiang Lin became more engrossed, the Qilin's horn tip in his bag suddenly stirred.
Jiang Lin took it out and saw that the small Qilin's horn tip was trembling slightly.
Concurrently, the scenes depicted in the book became clearer.
"Captain Jiang..."
Sensing the movement from the Qilin's horn tip, Xu Nan leaned over curiously.
Just as he was about to inquire about the item.
The next second, a wisp of mental energy attached itself.
The scenes in the book unfolded directly before him and Jiang Lin.
...
"Ding~ Discoverable scene found, synchronize?"
[System Prompt: Detectable image detected, automatic synchronization in three seconds.]
[Host can end synchronization at any time by speaking.]
Three,
Two,
One!
"Ding~ Live stream has started! Welcome viewers to the stream!"
...
"Hello streamer! Hello streamer(*´▽｀)ノノ~"
"Da Bai Nai Tang has tipped the streamer a sports car *1, with the message: Streamer, I'm getting married!! Please have some wedding candy!"
"Congratulations to the commenter above!"
"Hahaha, you guys are too slow, my child can already fetch soy sauce!"
The viewers in the live stream room poured in.
This live stream, no matter how many times they watched it, they would never tire of it.
From high school to university, from university to society.
From youthful days to marriage and children.
This live stream had accompanied them for too long.
It was not just a live stream, but a mentor and a friend.
It guided them to understand the myriad aspects of the world.
And in countless days and nights, it guarded their daily lives.
"The child who can fetch soy sauce, remember to let him feel the harshness of society. (dog head) Prepare for the 'Five Three' exam in advance."
"Devil."
"You are truly devils!"
Amidst the viewers' laughter, the live stream's screen gradually unfolded.
...
In ancient times, there was the Qilin.
With a sheep's head, a wolf's hoof, a rounded head, and a body adorned with five colors.
Its body resembled a deer, its tail like a dragon.
It had horns on its head and was covered in dragon scales, standing twelve chi high (approximately two meters).
It was a benevolent beast.
...
(ps: There are many accounts of the Qilin. The version used here is from Baidu.)