Chizhou.
The Demon-Suppression Bureau.
Li Yingling sat in the Demon-Suppression Bureau's archives, idly flipping through the scant few sheets before her.
It took her only a short while to finish reading their contents.
Li Yingling picked up the papers on the desk and demanded of the middle-aged man standing silently beside her:
"What is this? A storybook?"
The middle-aged man was the archivist of this branch of the Demon-Suppression Bureau.
At her words, the archivist raised his head and looked at Li Yingling. Unlike his currently calm expression, his mind was already brimming with an endless urge to complain.
Two days earlier, this extremely young-looking girl had swaggered into the archives carrying the Black Tortoise Kingdom's Black Tortoise Token.
He still remembered her very first words clearly.
"Bring out the unofficial histories of the founding emperor. The wilder, the better."
The archivist had been dumbstruck on the spot.
If the Demon-Suppression Bureau's Bureau Chief had not been standing beside the girl at the time, wearing the same indescribable expression as him...
He would have thought he had done something wrong, and they were planning to find some random excuse to dismiss him.
This was the Black Tortoise Kingdom's Demon-Suppression Bureau!
Everyone working here ate the Black Tortoise Kingdom's rice, and she had come straight in asking for unofficial histories of its founding emperor?
And the wilder, the better?
Young lady, even if she did not care about her own nine degrees of kin, could she at least spare a thought for his?
Before the archivist could recover, the Bureau Chief had merely left him with one instruction-do everything possible to satisfy this honored guest's requests.
Then he had strode away without looking back, leaving him alone to deal with the girl before him.
The girl was certainly pretty. In the