The statement of the four major turmoils comes from the report of Gold Element Councilor Ero Baba. Although it is undoubtedly worthy of key reference, considering its author himself and the distance between the writing time and the present, there is no need to pursue all the above content word for word. For example, the third type of turmoil mentioned above seems to no longer need to be resolved.
The coveted undead chaos.
"Our humble suggestion is: take a little time to solve the problem. For your safety." Two and a half clerks said pointedly. They don't seem to be planning to repair their bodies yet, and the number of proactive suggestions is increasing. If this continues, he won't be surprised if he suddenly changes his job to join the Do-Everything Guild, or if he meets a stupid guy who can't help but smile.
"Is it necessary?" asked Qin.
Although the two and a half clerks were still expressionless, their tone was quite certain - they seemed to know something that he didn't.
Um. They always knew. The real difference is that they are now slowly starting to realize it.
"As you know, Dosmas attracted the attention of the undead sanctioning army to me in the hell plane." Yicha said deliberately. "Weixing Qimian has not seen any undead other than Yimeizi. The chaos of the undead can be considered to have been resolved. I am safe now, am I not?"
"You are not safe, boss." Half of the clerks said seriously.
"Why?"
"They have not been completely eliminated. They are not even weakened before you go to the hell plane. At the same time, there are still these negative energy carriers wandering around in the universe, waiting for opportunities to murder you." The other half of the clerk said. To find out, in their language system, negative energy carriers refer to a series of negative creatures such as undead, zombies, night creatures, vampires, etc.
"Have it?"
"Yes. Boss." The two half-clerks said affirmatively. Obviously, their autonomy has not evolved that completely - after a short answer, they think they have given a sufficient answer. Silence fell.
Echa left the castle of Metz. This process took a little longer than he expected - because this carefully calculated building was obviously growing slowly according to some kind of law that was not an arithmetic sequence, and there were more and more noteworthy places inside. However, the main time was still spent on further negotiations with Dosmas and Yimetz.
The original Olympian was quite satisfied with Dosmas, to an extent that exceeded expectations. And (unexpectedly and unreasonably) Dosmas didn't seem to resent this arrangement. He seems to truly believe that studying at and becoming a member of the Fifth Olympiad Academy is a necessary prerequisite to becoming a legend in the universe.
In short, between a monstrous undead and a bland demon, they've reached as much agreement as they can possibly get.
It went very smoothly... and annoyed him.
"I didn't find it." Icha continued. "Where are such undead souls?"
"Everywhere," the two half-clerks replied in unison. There was no significant difference in the level of certainty. "The President's disguise played a big role. But after you returned here, eyes gradually discovered your traces - after all, you did not focus on hiding. And there is a difference between the fresh traces and the old traces you left thousands of years ago. It's very large, which reduces the difficulty of discovery. In any case, a new batch of pursuers have arrived at Wei Xing Qi Nian." They said quite plainly. "So, even now, it's still something that needs to be addressed."
"But don't worry." Half of the clerks said. "If you don't plan on solving it right away. Until then we'll keep you safe. Just like the president ordered."
They landed outside the office balcony. Under the balcony stood a dozen hybrid creatures, in small groups, facing one direction in a daze, looking quite peaceful and peaceful - this was the sequelae of the hell-activated elements in their bodies being withdrawn by the Hanged Man of Alexandria. There are health consequences, but no one cares.
Icha stood on the railing of the balcony and did not rush in. He looked at the tattered bodies of the clerks. Protect. he thinks. They had thought so for a while. Thinking that you can protect him from the largest number of pursuers in the universe and the attacks of a bunch of other random people...
"Tell me the specific things." Yi Cha said. Open your hands. "Where are they now?"
The two half-clerks each had an arm hanging down, their eyes empty. Traces of pointed feet stood on the ground. Didn't seem to understand what he meant.
"The negative energy carriers that are chasing me," he said. "It's right here. Right?"
The stars are warm. The hybrid biome stands motionless, gazing quietly into the distance. The subtle airflow goes around the back of their ears, gently tickling them. Not far away, an arch bridge that was damaged in an unknown turmoil is slowly healing itself. On the other side is a calm crystallized lake. Unobstructed view. If there are any undead stalkers lurking here, they should be discovered within the time it takes to tear open a letter.
"That's right," said the two half-clerks. "It's been a lot in the past two days. It's here. But we'll keep you safe, boss."
"Stop saying these words. Tell me exactly where it is." Yi Cha pointed at the arch bridge and then pointed at the lakeside on the other side. "Is it here? Where is it here?"
He waved. Let that stack of Weekly Poop Reports fly into your hands. He clicked the final signature. Veled. "Is there anyone with this name?"
The two half-clerks hesitated.
"We can point out the location of the pursuer. Boss, if you really ask for it. But in that case, our protection work will become very difficult. Boss." They said. Seems very, very sincere.
"I really ask for it." Yi Cha said.
Does it matter? They were always here, but they had no effect on him. Call him careless and consider his own safety a joke. If they don't cause him some real harm, how can they prove that they are sincere and want to do something bad?
The two half-clerks stepped forward, stretched out their respective hands, and took his hand.
Then they pulled him away.
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"Ah!!" Under the milky white broken stone wall, an angel had just woken up. "I had a nightmare."
"Angels don't have nightmares." Another angel said coldly. She was obviously smaller than the first angel, but her tone was ten times more arrogant. "It's a sign of depravity."
"It is impossible for us to fall any further," said the first angel—not like a retort, but like a statement of fact. "That's when the Holy Child betrayed our sacred place. Rules and regulations are no longer important. What's important is to continue the fire of order..."
"Rules and regulations are always the most important. Strict constraints are the manifestation of order." The second angel snorted coldly. "That's what a holy angel once told me. He—"
"That angel was once a demon! And you were once a water fairy! Are these two things allowed in the rules and regulations?"
