The prime minister of the Guard naturally had no idea what kind of divine beast this Spirit-Puppet was, but the rest of it was a little too intriguing.
A snake? What was a snake? Was it the kind of snake I know?
The prime minister once again assured the Spirit of the Universe that this was definitely not something he was allowed to hear for free. Without hesitation, he pulled a pencil-thick auto-injector from his pocket and jabbed it hard into his wrist.
As a well-trained professional politician, the prime minister of the Guard naturally understood the principle that the more you knew, the sooner you died.
But he was getting on in years, and after a lifetime of struggling through this chaotic world, his mind had weakened a little. He couldn't just drop dead or fall asleep on command like the young people, so he'd brought along a sleeping dart. The drug worked fast, packed a punch, and didn't harm the mind. Its only drawback was that it was expensive. For an exhausted old man like him who still had to make his way through this chaotic world, it was perfect.
Sure enough, the slight sting in his fingertip vanished in an instant, and a soothing, reassuring heaviness naturally washed over his mind.
...Come to think of it, shouldn't I have done this ages ago? I should've done it before the enemy was killed! Just before he lost consciousness completely, the prime minister of the Guard suddenly realized how stupid he'd been. He could have slapped himself across the face.
Of course, the prime minister had no idea that after he'd clutched his head and lost consciousness completely, the twin girls from the Spirit Research Society had followed a "Mao Yuanzuo" into the room—a version nearly fifty years younger