Chapter 23 Scope of Action

"Using others is an important skill in communication. It is only as good as being used by others. Yuhengzhe Garden has three houses dedicated to selling tips and precautions related to this.

Thanks to widespread demand, the business of these purposeful little pieces of paper continued to operate well throughout the island century.

It is worth mentioning: there is also a dedicated house for sale with a list of customers from the previous business.

What these lists are purchased for is generally unknown.

Sources whose credibility cannot be verified revealed that the purchasers of these lists are not the same group, but different organizations from various planes.

Sources whose credibility cannot be verified revealed that the reasons for purchasing are surprisingly the same: customers who buy and use other people's guides are perfect candidates for use. "

——"A Comprehensive Guide to the Ten Planes·Yu Hengzhe's Garden"

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It stands to reason that both Asimov and Ya have the responsibility to help the "branch" stand up. But none of them seemed free. Ya grabbed Xianning's collar. Busy wiping his snot on his forehead. Asimov was leaning against the wall, one arm stretched out in the air. "Grandpa Zhi. Hello! I'm starving. Get me some food! Help me!"

"Shut up! You little lunatic running around!" Zhi said. He made a sound of cracking wood, sat up slowly, and placed a hand covered with withered skin on his four slit-like nostrils. Open those gloomy red eyes.

"Disgusting smell," he commented. Then he stared at the shining R-32. "Who are you?"

"I am the newsman from Crystal Plains. R is 32." The newsman replied fluently. "My immediate superior is the manager of the crystal: Ke Qil. The flood cut off the connection between this prison and the "crystal". I also lost the connection with my superior. I will put this responsibility on hold for the time being.

Currently, in the midst of the flood, I have temporarily formed a peer relationship with the members of the prison that is temporarily used as a lifeboat, Asimov, Bud, Sniffing, Wabra and Crumble. Now you are part of this peer relationship. Although for the time being we are experiencing some confusion. This relationship also came to a standstill. But it didn't fail.

I still want to emphasize what needs to be emphasized:

As a peer relationship, it is crucial to provide support that is consistent with one's own scope of action - this is the kind of support I am practicing. I would recommend that you join in too - it's within my scope of action. I won't order you to join - that's not within my scope of action..."

R supplement 32 obviously still had dozens of times more to say, but was interrupted.

"No need to talk useless nonsense."

Zhi waved his hand impatiently. "I asked for your real name. Who are you?"

"I am the messenger from Crystal Plains." R added 32 answered fluently and politely.

"This is the only name you have?"

"Based on the current situation. I judge that it is not within the scope of my actions to answer questions that are prone to definitional errors. If you have decided to join us and decide to make a positive impact together. Then I can answer this question: Yes. I There is only one name."

"Is it so hard for you to say two words?" Zhi snorted and stretched out his big hand to cover the reporter's face, trying to push him aside.

The messenger looked rather small compared to the elder. This push failed to move him. R-32's neck was straight and did not turn or tilt at all due to this push.

"It doesn't take much effort," he said with a rather melodious voice and a bow.

Zhi's red eyes turned back and stared at him - as if they were seeing him for the first time.

"Where did you say you were from?"

R added 32 and said: "I'm from——"

"From 'Crystal'! 'Crystal'! There are other people outside 'Chu'! Grandpa Zhi! This is the big brother!" Asimov didn't bother to save energy and climbed towards them twice. Put your mouth in. "I ran out and saw it! There is no village in the interior where a big eye-eating bird lives! There is no big bird! There are no eyes either! The ground is full of gems! Extra-large arches! Extra-wide streets! So beautiful! Crystal! I’ll show you around in a moment, we’re right here—” He paused and realized that he had made a small mistake. "I was there before the flood came. Now we're floating away.

But the world is not as dangerous as everyone says! This big brother is not dangerous. He comes from the Crystal Plains. "

Zhi looked back at the little fish picker. He was not as surprised or angry as Asimov imagined. "Ang." He repeated coldly.

"That's what they call it. Everything about this place is good, except for two things: they locked me up! They didn't even give me food!"

"'Jing' has nothing to eat."

R supplement 32 heard the explanation. The tone is serious and the voice is pleasant. "There is no food that you can understand. And food that provides the other party's perspective is not within the scope of our actions."

"From the other side's perspective...you haven't provided anything! Brother!"

"From our point of view, being imprisoned does not require eating. Imprisonment is originally intended to punish and weaken. Providing food is putting the cart before the horse. Putting the cart before the horse is not within the scope of our actions."

"Putting the cart before the horse..."

Asimov muttered. It's baffling, but what R adds 32 seems to make sense. He didn't know how to retort at once. He didn't want to contradict the source. It just doesn't feel right. What the other person said made sense, but it was completely different from what I thought. Uncle Willy Xiao emphasized what to do in this situation:

ignore him.

"It doesn't matter. I'm hungry. I'm about to starve to death. Someone cut some meat off your body and give it to me." He threw himself on the ground again and said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xianning and Ya sitting together. They are not fighting now. Four round eyes looked at "Zhi" and R 32. Wabra was asleep—or dead, it was hard to tell.

Regardless, Zhi's awakening interrupts the fight for control. The shaking of the floor stopped. Asimov fully hoped that the ship was heading for the top of the Regimental Mountains as they had planned. He also hoped that he hadn't starved to death by then.

"Jing's R supplements 32."

A tall, dry figure walked past him. A coconut fell on the belly of the little fish collector. Asimov was overjoyed. He quickly grabbed the coconut, bit it open, and started sucking it. As soon as you take a bite of the slightly fishy juice, your brain instantly wakes up.

He sat up cross-legged, cheered up, drank juice, and listened to the new conversation between Elder Fish Picker and the newsman. "Come here!" He waved to Xianning and Ya. Prepare to resolve the conflict between them casually after drinking this coconut.

"Yes." He heard R add 32. "I am Keqier's informant."

"I heard it." Zhi snorted. "Ishaint Sinkardstu. Do you know where he is?"

(End of chapter)