After accompanying Count of Provence on a blind stroll around the Academy of Sciences, Chen Wu drew on the advantages of someone from a later age. Using all sorts of future science popularization methods as reference, he explained the Academy's various research projects in plain, accessible terms, profound yet easy to grasp. The Count nodded again and again as he listened.
Perhaps Chen Wu's three identities—as a warmhearted righteous man, a martial arts master, and a scientific authority—had been firmly established, and perhaps he simply had a pleasant way with words. Before Count of Provence left, he actually invited Chen Wu to tour the capital with him the next day.
Before Chen Wu could reply, the Crown Prince of Duke Chen's Residence readily agreed on his behalf. From the look on his face, it seemed that with Chen Wu there to attend to things, he, the actual host, could slack off.
"I couldn't tell before, but you're quite the bootlicker!" Once the Count had left, Wang Zhenyi came over and mocked him. "Why not just stop being part of the Yongjiu School? Get yourself some official post and mingle with these nobles and dignitaries. You'd definitely have a future."
At those words, Chen Wu turned serious. "I joined the Yongjiu School because I truly believe in Leaderless Dragons. That doesn't mean I can't blend in with the world."
At first, Chen Wu had only forced himself to carry out the assassination because he feared Old Jin's pursuit with the Sound Transmission Soul-Searching Technique. But Old Jin had long since died, and Chen Wu had come to understand the technique clearly. It was nowhere near as absurd as the rumors claimed; there were plenty of ways to avoid it.
Since transmigrating here, in terms of wealth and martial ability, Chen Wu