In the chairman's office, the Dark Twin Stars, siblings, entered carrying a metal case. Kusisi was already waiting there.
Upon seeing the siblings, his gaze immediately fell upon the metal box.
Sherlock put down the metal box, entered the password, and the box opened with a click, revealing Beilike curled up in a ball, showing no signs of life.
"Dead?" Kusisi frowned; what he wanted most was a living Beilike.
Sherlock remained expressionless, as was his usual demeanor. "No, he's not dead, just in a deep sleep. Please wait a moment."
After saying this, Sherlock took out a pale purple potion and inserted it into Beilike's neck, injecting the entire potion into the latter's body.
After a short while, Beilike slowly woke up.
The blinding lights from the dome made him instinctively shield his eyes with his hand. After adjusting to the new environment, Beilike looked around.
He didn't know either Tiffany and her brother, or Kusisi.
But Beilike recognized the Ximenjia Consortium's mark on Kusisi's chest—a lightning bolt streaking across the sky.
A bad feeling welled up in his mind, and Beilike asked tremblingly, "Where am I...?"
Kusisi's lips curled into a slight, elegant yet cruel smile. "Ximenjia Consortium headquarters, Mr. Beilike, welcome."
Upon hearing this, Beilike felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
This was clearly out of fear. If he fell into the hands of the Ximenjia Consortium, Beilike would likely suffer a fate worse than death, so it's no wonder he reacted this way.
Tiffany and Sherlock exchanged a glance and then took their leave of Kusisi.
"Please give my regards to Earl Campbell and express my sincerest gratitude," Kusisi said politely. He was genuinely Logo for Beilike's matter.
Supporting Ruibeite Company was a piece of cake for Kusisi; he did a lot of similar work every day.
But every day that Beilike remains outside is an insult to the Ximenjia Consortium, an indelible stain, and the sooner this stain is removed, the better.
"The mission is complete?" Logo sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea, and looked at Tiffany and her brother as they entered through the door.
"I've already handed Beilike over to Kusisi, boss. How did you manage to spot this guy in the crowd?" Tiffany asked curiously.
"Intuition!" Logo nodded his head and chuckled.
He would not reveal the existence of the Eye of Insight to anyone.
Regardless of whether you trust them or not.
In the Transcendent world, there are countless ways to obtain someone's memories, and often, leaks are not intentional.
Just like a psychic, there are many ways to obtain someone's memories.
Therefore, it's best to keep this secret to yourself and not let anyone know. In a sense, this is also a form of protection for those around you.
Tiffany pouted, clearly dissatisfied with Logo's answer, but she didn't dare ask any more questions. During this time, both siblings had been completely won over by Logo.
Sherlock, in particular, became a huge fan of Logo, frequently seeking his advice on Logo literature.
Logo never held back, devoting himself to nurturing her, so much so that in just a few months, Sherlock's progress in rune literature even caught up with his previous ten years of study.
Tiffany and her brother were the first to finish the task.
Next up is Melier.
Finally, there was the weary Crassus.
The moment he walked in, he started complaining to Logo, "Boss, I never want to negotiate again. Arguing with those merchants is more exhausting than a life-or-death battle. Every word is a test, every phrase needs careful consideration. I feel like even studying alchemy wasn't this mentally taxing."
Logo chuckled, patting Crassus's tiger head, and said, "Alchemy is knowledge, but so are interpersonal skills and negotiation techniques. As long as we live in this world, it's impossible to truly detach ourselves from worldly affairs."
"Experiencing more situations like this will benefit you. I'll assign you more similar tasks in the future, so be prepared!"
Crassus: "Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉﾉ!!"
It took Logo about half a month to get everything sorted out.
All the necessary supplies have arrived and have been loaded onto the transport ship.
In terms of commerce and trade, thanks to the help of the Ximenjia Consortium, the newly established Ruibeite Company received a smooth ride and developed at an astonishing pace, quickly gaining a foothold in Cloud-Touching Tower.
Having accomplished their mission, Logo and his group prepared to return to Planet Oklo.
This time, instead of booking a ticket with a shipping company, he boarded a transport spaceship, broke through the vast universe, transformed into a streak of light, and disappeared into the darkness.
Logo was on his way back.
Planet Oklo, Crimson Alliance.
Holy Sword Academy, Sea Lake Villa District.
A gentle breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining softly. Lancelot didn't go to class today; instead, he stayed home to cultivate himself.
On the second floor of the villa, in the gravity chamber, a shirtless boy is performing various difficult maneuvers under 50 times the force of gravity.
His originally pale golden skin now glowed red, and his veins bulged like dancing snakes. Every muscle was vibrating in an extremely subtle but ingenious rhythm. Strangely, however, there wasn't a single drop of sweat on Lancelot's body, as if all his pores had been sealed shut.
It took Lancelot a long time to finish his movements.
Once gravity returned to normal, he exhaled, and his entire body felt like a water bag riddled with holes, sweat pouring down his face, quickly soaking a large area of the ground.
After sweating it out, Lancelot felt refreshed. He took a warm shower and then went to the living room on the first floor.
At this moment, the robot maid Christine had already prepared a delicious and nutritious meal, waiting for him.
After wolfing down his food, Lancelot devoured all the food on the table like a whirlwind.
The Star Swallowing Technique, ingrained in his bone marrow, activated on its own. His stomach churned, breaking down food into a large amount of nutrients, which were then transported to various parts of his body to replenish the physical strength he had lost while practicing the Holy Sword Gene Training Method.
"This Gene Training Method really gets more and more difficult as you progress. Five months have passed since I enrolled, and out of 3006 movements, I've only fully mastered 1023, and that's with the help of the Domain of Spirit Thought."
"Only by mastering all the movements can you truly develop a training method that suits you, but how long will that take?"
Lancelot slumped in his recliner, sighing.
If the other Holy Sword students knew about this idea, they would definitely criticize him to death.
Five months to master over a thousand movements, and you're still not satisfied?
What kind of people are we if we can't even master a hundred in five months?
Is it useless?
After lying down for a while, Lancelot, whose strength had mostly recovered, sat up, opened the safe, and took out a bottle of pale red potion.
[Life Drain] Legend quality Bloodline Potion.
Holding the potion, Lancelot's eyes sharpened, gleaming brightly. "It's time for the fourth awakening!"