Maylander Foundation: Mr. President, Why Are You Doing This?

But she was not content with this; she wanted to live, to break through the limitations of lifespan, and to recreate the glory of the ancient feathered serpent.

That's why I've always wanted to find Long-lived species, trying to prove my conjecture and get their help.

Therefore, in the original storyline, she joined a special agent organization after graduating from university, hoping to use the organization's intelligence capabilities to gather information from all sides.

The result, naturally, was nothing.

"I remember that the feathered serpent race is an ancient divine race, descended from Sargon. It's truly lamentable that they have to rely on crude brain surgery to preserve their lineage after so long."

Just how crude was the feathered serpent race's heritage in Kal'tsit's eyes?

To put it simply, the oldest Sarkaz Royal Court's succession ceremony cost far less than what Holleya endured.

If Holleya's ancestors had sought out the Sarkaz, she could have lived at least several decades longer.

"It's reasonable to speculate that the Holleya race hasn't improved the surgical procedures, or even perfected them. The person who first performed the surgery should have lived over 400 years ago, so the survival rate should be very low. Therefore, the Feathered Serpent race should currently only have the Holleya left, but we can't rule out the possibility of other individual individuals."

"Perhaps the first person to perform brain surgery never imagined that his technique would last for over a century, and that to this day, no one has made any improvements to it."

We trusted the wisdom of future generations, but they quickly fell behind.

Kal'tsit quickly grasped the whole picture based on the information she had. As long as she didn't let the cat manage the money, she was really quite clever.

"When did you become so concerned about other people's affairs?" Warfarin was lying down next to her writing her thesis, asked with some surprise.

"Since Master Huang is also in Columbia now, it means I have ample reason to enjoy some time alone with my partner. So I need to pack my bags now and see if I can get to Tremon University in about two weeks."

So that's what you were planning.

Warfarin rolled her eyes in exasperation.

If Kal'tsit only wanted to run away to Columbia because she couldn't stand it anymore, she would only despise her.

But since it was Młynar's request, this is a bargain for Kal'tsit.

"After all, Ah Cao only comes back once every seven days, and most of the time he only stays for a few hours. Without him, the house feels much quieter."

Warfarin looked up at the ceiling; upstairs lay Xi, who never left the house.

As for where the others went?

Of course, I went to work.

Shu only returns at night through the portal to cook, while Lamian and the others only return every seven days when Huang Cao comes back.

After all, with Xi joining the group and teleportation portals becoming more widespread, there's no need to travel a day in advance anymore.

Every seven days after the party, I would get up and go back to work the next morning.

They also need to see if Ah Cao stayed overnight at home. If she did, they can get up early in the morning for an extra meal.

Therefore, there are only three permanent residents in the household.

Evening, Warfarin, and a maid named Kal'tsit.

"Trading one day of companionship for one day of disappearance, Haqqikah, you're really pushing your luck, the abacus beads are practically flying to A-Cao's face all the way to Columbia."

"But then again, if you arrive in Columbia and it takes Ah Cao quite a while before you reach Młynar, wouldn't you have to accumulate experience and then unleash your full potential during that time?"

Warfarin's lips curled into a smile; for this cat, it was a huge gamble.

If you win, you can create the highest-level battle records day and night.

But if you lose, you might face more than two months of unbearable loneliness.

It's hard to say about others, but as the oldest woman here, Kal'tsit seems to have flipped a switch ever since she joined the family.

She's incredibly proper during the day, but once she spends even a little time with Huang Cao, this woman transforms into the most...

Kal'tsit didn't speak, but merely glanced silently at the Blood Demon beside her.

"Enjoying the beauty of life is an invaluable experience for me. Letting go of some things I did in the past means that at least some responsibilities are now being taken on by others."

After saying goodbye in the family group chat, Kal'tsit drove away in less than a few tens of minutes.

Although this move involved a high-stakes gamble, it was also to help Młynar.

What she just said came from the bottom of her heart.

Ah Cao is truly perfect; he proactively took on the responsibility of saving the Terra's land.

Kal'tsit has been in this family for decades, perhaps even centuries, and her mind and body have been resting for a very, very long time.

The responsibilities she had always carried were now being shouldered by her beloved.

Whether it's Sargon and the Demons of the north, or the Sea Creatures in the ocean, or even those who want to help him stop Presis.

In every aspect, Huang Cao took on all the responsibilities that belonged to Kal'tsit, and did it far better than her.

Kal'tsit: Although I wasn't a very good firefighter in Terra before, let's just say I did put out fires.

This period was truly the happiest time of her life.

Although her life is gradually becoming more hedonistic, Kal'tsit has not forgotten her original duties.

Over the years, she has devoted herself almost entirely to assisting Huang Cao in all her plans, while also being deeply involved in Utopia's technological research and development and planning direction.

Even an old cat that has lived for tens of thousands of years has some discernment.

As a national development advisor, her vision has always been unique, but few can grasp it.

Not every country is as wealthy as Utopia, and one cannot expect everyone to trust Kal'tsit's judgment.

Moreover, due to class interests, the infighting and backstabbing involved were countless, which is why Kal'tsit was able to be captured by Theresia and Huang Cao.

Huang Cao unconditionally trusted Kal'tsit's judgment, and the latter would not disappoint the man's expectations.

She believed that her skills and wisdom, when properly utilized by Ah Cao, would not harm the life on this land.

About two weeks later, in the capital of Columbia.

"Columbia, a paradise for capital, let me see where my beloved Water Elf are."

Huang Cao wore a top hat and an expensive black suit, his attire remarkably resembling that of a capitalist meme on the internet.

At the same time, her temperament was also perfect, and she even got passersby to take a beautiful picture of her.

After taking the photos, they casually gave him a few gold leaves as a reward, completely disregarding the value of money.

Master Huang has always been very generous, and his wives think so too.

Moreover, being a wealthy person in Columbia is much better than being a foreign leader.

Status is merely a backdrop to money; the barbaric Columbia don't trust kings and nobles, they only trust the power and money in their hands.

Huang Cao used the money he had earned in the previous few months to buy a villa near Tremon University.

I plan to stay here for two months and use that time to investigate the social environment and conflicts in Columbia.

However, it seems that the contradictions in Columbia during this era are not particularly prominent, after all, the dead cannot speak.

In Columbia, people who are at odds with each other are often exploited to death before the conflict even erupts.

Three days after arriving in the city where Tremon University is located.

Huang Cao, whose ostensible identity is that of a nouveau riche from the south and who always wears a mask, received an invitation from the city's high society just three days after buying a villa.

Huang Cao arrived as promised, and created a persona of being disfigured.

Almost no one believed it, but at the same time, no one wanted to believe it.

Because it's not important.

The key question is: as an outsider, what kind of impetus can Huang Cao bring to the city's wealth?

Chapter 430: Merland Foundation: Mr. President, why are you doing this?

"Do you know the background of this so-called the Gunslinger, Tin Man? You seem quite puzzled as well."

Inside a room, a large group of agents dressed in various uniforms were staring intently at a photograph of a masked man, deep in thought.

One of them was an iron figure holding a dustpan, who was occasionally letting out a mournful sigh.

"Sometimes it's not that we don't want to investigate, but this person's identity is very unusual. Although the Merland Foundation has a lot of power, it is ultimately just a tool."

The Iron Man, or rather, the special being codenamed Tin Man, let out a distressed sigh, while covering the photo on the table with his finger.

Given how difficult this mission was, the agents present all unanimously wanted to back out.

However, this task was one they had no choice but to accept, so the Tin Man's words were quite direct:

"This job is exceptionally difficult. The officials in the Southern Federation have already been bribed. Our people will be kicked out as soon as they go in. And guess who provides more funding for the foundation, them or the bigwigs in the North?"

Everyone was speechless; it was practically a dead end.

The Columbia president wanted the Merland Foundation to investigate the so-called older cousin, but after a few months, everyone already had their own answer.

The so-called investigation was actually just finding fault.

The "The Gunslinger" is the supreme ruler of Utopia, but they currently have no evidence against him, and due to his status, they dare not name him directly.

Because everyone knows that Huang Cao has the ability to change its own appearance.

The reason they're wearing masks now might be because of the other person's perverse sense of humor.

Imagine this: after the agents have gone to great lengths to gather all the evidence, they finally take off this guy's mask, only to find that his appearance doesn't match the newspaper photos at all.

If the other party denies it at this point, all previous efforts will be in vain.

This is utter nonsense!

"How about we apply for a direct presidential order to shut down all of Utopia's businesses in the South? The Southern army wouldn't dare to fight us directly then, and we can offer some compensation and preferential policies afterwards."

"One agent said, but his suggestion was quickly rejected," one agent said.

Tin Man: "Young man, don't be delusional. If you really do that, do you think immigrants will simply choose other countries instead?"

"This method might have worked a few months ago, but now, just as we discovered this guy, he had already amassed a fortune in the south and made international headlines. We seized his assets without any evidence..."

If the Columbia government actually does this, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Because Columbia is a country of immigrants, with a history of less than a century since its founding, the fact that it can act like a thug in the future does not mean it can act like one now.

The president delegated this task to the Merland Foundation because he genuinely didn't want to escalate the situation.

Utopia and Columbia are not the same size; the latter is like a bucket of water, and a bucket that is empty.

It may seem impressive on the surface, but in reality, a simple piercing with an iron nail will reveal just how much of it is genuine.

Columbia is now experiencing a boom in all sectors, driven by immigration and foreign capital.

While domestic capital has some strength, it is built on the foundation of foreign capital, and much of it is even a product of the Victoria era.

The international relationship between Victoria and Utopia is self-evident; the former is practically becoming the latter's offspring.

The agents were well aware that the "The Gunslinger's" operations were not officially linked to Utopia, as neither organization's identities had been made public.

Many of Columbia's current policies are ostensibly aimed at Utopia, but even so, it's impossible for the former to completely shut down Utopia's industries.

Utopia Bank is still operating perfectly well in Columbia because there's simply no evidence.

If Utopia is expelled without a clear explanation, Huang Cao will definitely take this opportunity to spread the fact that Columbia is not a capitalist paradise.

If you dare to impose sanctions on even a large country like mine, then wouldn't you be able to impose sanctions on other small countries as you please?

Capital confidence was shattered instantly, and Columbia could go bankrupt within a few years.

The same applies to "The Gunslinger"; after making international news, capital from various countries also set their sights on Columbia.

If the president were to revoke this status without any justification, it would certainly lead to a loss of confidence among investors.

While the three the Gunslinger may not be as influential as Utopia, they have considerable financial appeal in Columbia and even internationally, making them even more difficult to ban.

Thus, the intertwined interests of various parties made the Merland Foundation's investigation extremely difficult.

This has nothing to do with capital; it's simply a matter of national credit.

Columbia doesn't have the power to overturn the table directly; it's just an ordinary major power now, not comparable to the behemoth in the original storyline.

"The president has given a direct order; if we don't handle this properly, we'll all be in deep trouble."

The agents were almost desperate; none of them wanted to lose their jobs.

Ultimately, it was the experienced Tin Man who made the decision.