Exploration Team

Susie ultimately failed to catch Luna's tail, because the moment Luna jumped up, the black cat on the table deftly swung, causing Luna to miss its target and crash into the table with a loud bang.

Luther didn't try to scare Susie any further; he was busy rushing back to the East Borough to organize people and consider what kind of factory to open. After saying goodbye to Audrey, he left in a hurry.

As he established a spiritual connection with the Lamb, he seemed to unconsciously begin to value them more.

This is probably a Shepherd's instinct.

Meanwhile, in Empress Borough, at Viscount Leerhsen's mansion.

"Welcome back, my dear brother. How was work today?"

As soon as Cons returned home, he encountered a gentle and handsome young man in the foyer, who was smiling at him and saying something.

This man was his brother, John Leerhsen.

Levi was wrong about one thing: Cons had no way of inheriting his father's title because he was the youngest son; the title of viscount was to be inherited by his older brother.

". fine."

Cons suppressed his complex emotions and forced a smile.

"Take a quick rest, then head to the restaurant."

John patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said, "Father's home early today too, so our whole family can have dinner together."

"Oh."

Although Cons was unhappy, he knew that his brother meant well, so he went back to his room in silence. With the help of the servants, he washed up and changed his clothes before entering the dining room.

There were already people waiting for him on both sides of the long table.

"Cons, you've had a hard day too."

The speaker was his mother, Viscountess Leerhsen, a graceful and beautiful noblewoman who looked lovingly at her youngest son. "You've worked so hard! I should report this to MI9 and have them award you a medal. Don't you think so, my dear?"

"Mother, please, please don't do this."

The servant pulled out a chair for him, and after Cons sat down, the servant laid out the cutlery for him.

He and his brother sat at one side of the long table, their mother facing them. At the head of the table sat the head of the family, their father, Viscount Leerhsen. The viscount was reading a newspaper intently. He only looked up from the news and at his youngest son when he heard his wife's call.

"Are you in trouble?"

He seemed to see right through the other person and asked directly.

". Um."

Cons wanted to lie, but under his father's watchful eye, he finally nodded slightly, "There's a slight ideological conflict with my team leader."

I've told you so many times, you need to speak properly.

Upon seeing this, the Viscount immediately put down his newspaper and began to ramble on, "When I was young, I worked with the Earl Hall on many projects."

Here we go again!

Cons felt a headache coming on. His father was good in every way, except for this one annoying thing: he would go on and on about his past. He quickly picked up his knife and fork from the table. "Let's eat first, I'm hungry!"

His brother and mother were also helping him prepare the tableware, clearly unwilling to listen to the patriarch's countless recounting of the glorious past.

"Alright, let's eat first then."

The viscount, his enthusiasm waning, sighed and gave a signal for the family to begin their meal.

"By the way, Cons, would you like to go to the ball tonight? There's Royal Family and the Duke Negan in attendance."

After the meal, the Viscountess thought of something.

I'm not going.

Cons refused outright.

"Really? That's a pity. I heard from the Earl Hall that Audrey would also be attending."

"Well, how about we go?"

Cons hesitated for a moment before speaking.

The remaining three people in the house exchanged glances, seemingly trying to suppress their laughter.

They had all basically figured out Cons's intentions. Despite being the youngest son of a viscount, with a much smoother path in life available, he chose to join MI9 and try to establish merit. Of course, there were personal ideals involved, but there was also the thought of elevating himself to be more worthy of someone else.

The Leerhsen family was naturally delighted with this. Their family had a long-standing and good relationship with the Earl Hall, but whether it would work out depended on the young people's opinions.

Luther returned to Lyman Gang's territory and summoned Ciel.

How's the investigation going?

He asked.

"It's more difficult than I imagined."

Ciel said with difficulty, "Factory buildings, Robot, raw materials, and markets are all very difficult things to manage."

"There's no need to worry about that for now."

Luther said, "I've found the people. If we're lucky, we can get all of this sorted out."

"Have you found a sugar daddy?"

Ciel was overjoyed. "Which nobleman is it, and how much investment can he provide?"

"Don't worry about that, you'll find out later," Luther said. "Go and organize the men, and get them all to the Square."

Ciel obediently left, like a loyal sheepdog, to herd the sheep for his master.

Luther did not leave immediately, but instead pondered in his office.

He is considering what kind of factory to open.

He picked up the file folder and went through all the files he had collected. Luther noticed that the factories where those workers had previously worked were basically of three types: steel mills, chemical plants, and textile mills. This was consistent with the current Pillar industries of Backlund.

Steel mills are too demanding, and the raw materials are hard to come by, making them unsuitable for the old, weak, sick, and disabled members of their Flock. Chemical plants, on the other hand, require more sophisticated Robot and better protective equipment for their workers, all of which would cost money. After much consideration, only textile mills, where raw materials are readily available and the Robot is relatively easy to operate, seem like the best fit.

Moreover, through reviewing the files, he discovered that there were many skilled textile workers in the Flock, giving him a certain advantage in starting the business.

Thinking of this, Luther suddenly chuckled.

I, a Sequence 5 Extraordinary, am actually busy with this kind of thing.

Forget it, it's all just Acting. Once the Acting is over, I can let go of all this.

He consoled himself with this thought, then turned and went out the door.

Meanwhile, in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

Pitch black; the world seemed to be nothing but darkness, with only the occasional flash of lightning illuminating it briefly.

"Crackling."

The campfire in the camp was burning brightly, casting a warm glow on the faces of every team member.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of burning firewood audible.

Worry and anticipation were written on everyone's faces. The unease was because the temple of the evil god was terrifying and had turned the entire exploration team into bizarre Monster. The anticipation was because the leader of the team this time was Colin, the chief of City of Silver, the "Demon Hunter".

The strongest Warrior in City of Silver was sitting cross-legged and slowly addressed the crowd:

"Depart after 50 lightning strikes."