Chapter 1077: Chapter 28: You Really Can’t Carry a Pig-Headed Teammate
“I have come today with three things to tell you.”
The mechanical maid neither admitted nor denied her identity.
The little witch in front of her was not only fresh and enticing but also seemed naive, carrying a charm of innocence that had never been deceived since childhood, making her irresistibly endearing.
“Uh… should we be saying this here?”
Uesugi Risa looked around. The street was dimly lit, not a decent place for conversation.
“Why don’t you come back with me, and I’ll make you some tea?”
“There’s no need; time is of the essence. Remember every word I say from now on, and do not disclose it to anyone.”
The mechanical maid whispered: “Firstly, the notebook in your hand, its true name is the Book of Transformation. It was compiled and created by an extremely ancient demon. It will become widely circulated in this area and spark social upheaval.”
Uesugi Risa gasped.
Widely circulated around here means everyone would have one?
That’s certainly not a good thing.
Though saying this might make me seem a bit hypocritical, this notebook that can consult mysterious knowledge anytime and anywhere, once it falls into the hands of ordinary people lacking self-control, it’s hard to imagine how one would maintain their will.
“Secondly, by hearing its name, you might also think that the Book of Transformation is very similar to the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations. Though there isn’t any concrete evidence yet, we can’t eliminate the possibility that its creator is behind it, trying to usurp the divine authority.”
I hadn’t thought of that!
So there’s another layer of connection?
Uesugi Risa was astonished.
Could it be that from the moment I arrived in Tianmen, I had already been assigned the task by the divine lord, but due to my limited wisdom, I failed to understand the connection, leading me to muddle through with the notebook like an idiot?
Isn’t that a complete failure!
No wonder the divine lord sent Lord Shashengdian to remind me…
What should I do about this? Should I perform seppuku to apologize?
“Lastly, and most importantly.”
The mechanical maid said seriously, “You haven’t found the whereabouts of the eighth divine witch, and maybe it’s not your problem, but someone is concealing the divine secrets. If nothing goes wrong, the proliferation of this notebook will directly lead to the corruption and downfall of the divine witch.”
“What do you mean?”
Uesugi Risa looked utterly confused.
Couldn’t understand.
The mechanical maid was momentarily speechless.
With this level of intelligence, a hundred years from now, you wouldn’t stand a chance at passing Daylily.
But there is no choice; those with higher intelligence can’t be fooled anymore.
“I mean, I hope you can track down the whereabouts of these notebook owners, find the hidden divine witch, stop their plans and prevent them from stealing the divine authority.”
“Oh, oh, okay!”
Uesugi Risa nodded vigorously, gripping the scythe in her hand.
“Then how do I find them?”
“…”
“Lord Shashengdian, my mind really doesn’t work well; maybe you can help me!”
The mechanical puppet fell silent momentarily.
“If you’re not using your brain, you should leave it for those who need it.”
“If I give it to others, I’ll die, won’t I?”
……
Yang Jian stood at the intersection of the horse road, looking at the notebook in his hand, frowning.
Witches are really troublesome.
Those little witches on the West Coast, they’re either buxom and brainless vamps who can’t leave a man’s side, or naive and ignorant problem children who fantasize about magical friendships all day.
But this is just a common stereotype of ordinary witches held by ordinary people.
Not all witches are like this.
Those who studied magic diligently and earned the title of “Grand Sorceress,” none of them were easy to deal with.
Mu Yuming was just an ordinary employee without any background at the Four Seas Commerce Guild. It was solely because of his good looks that he managed to marry such a good wife, allowing him to secure his position amidst the internal strife within the chamber of commerce over the years.
A dignified Grand Sorceress actually submitting to a mortal…
No, I shouldn’t think that way.
Is Mu Yuming truly mediocre, or did his nice wife cast some spell on him to conceal his destiny?
It’s really hard to say.
Yang Jian had initially removed him from the handling list until he calmed down and thought carefully, realizing something was a bit off.
An innocent man provoking trouble by holding a coveted item.
With so much capital at your disposal, why should you not be on the list?
Before he left Cypher, his daughter had once found a notebook.
Yang Jian indeed felt the note’s aura coming from a girl named Li Mumu.
But the other party didn’t seem to be influenced or manipulated by the notebook.
A Grand Sorceress’ daughter… can such a young girl become a Grand Sorceress already? Such a lineage talent really bows to no reason.
Besides this, he couldn’t think of any other explanation.
How can a young girl, without the natural witch bloodline, have the willpower to resist the temptation of a notebook?
It seems that tonight won’t yield any results.
Then wait until tomorrow morning. Mu Yuming eventually has to go to work, and I can talk to him then.
Yang Jian wasn’t someone who got caught in indecision. After waiting a while and seeing no fish bite the bait, he closed the notebook and turned away.
The Navy side won’t stop until they get what they want. If they really angered Yang Qiming and forced him to use extraordinary means, it wouldn’t do me any good either.
It’s better to keep a low profile.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Yang Jian turned around, and suddenly stood frozen.
A maiden dressed in witch costume stood quietly under a nearby street lamp, silently watching him.
And he hadn’t noticed her arrival at all.
“Stranger from afar, would you mind standing still for a moment to talk with me?”
Under the dim yellow street light, the Fusang witch slightly tilted her head, a gentle smile appearing on her face.
Special Service Bureau?
Yang Jian discreetly opened the notebook to take a glimpse.
“Divine Witch of Yahata Shrine under the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations…”
Before he got a chance to finish reading, a sudden flash of blade forced him to dodge sideways, startled into a cold sweat.
The witch’s scythe in her hand shimmered with a bright blade light, slashing through the air, nearly grazing his face.
No, her target… is the notebook in my hand?
Yang Jian immediately realized this, but the other party seemed unwilling to give him time to react, as a subsequent blade light followed swiftly.
Yamata Technique: Eight Blades Continuous Slash!
Lampposts, flower beds, walls, fencing, ground… the clean and neat street was swept by a terrifying slash at that moment.
All the blade lights fused into a giant serpent devouring the whole world, enveloping Yang Jian.
But at the next instant, a bizarre purple haze tore through the cage formed by the blade light, shot across the long street.
An uncanny eye opened on Yang Jian’s forehead, its indescribably terrifying gaze fell upon the witch.