Chapter 412
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Chapter 412: The Holy Judgment Knights Order
“Make sure you read these contract terms carefully. We are a legitimate hospital and never engage in the unscrupulous practices of those heartless manufacturers,” Lin Qiye said, handing the contract to Beile Klande, shrugging his shoulders.
The Pug gritted its teeth, having read through the dense obligations listed for itself, then glanced at the empty section on the other side, so furious that its legs began to tremble. “You…”
“If you don’t sign, I’ll take it back,” Lin Qiye said, reaching for the contract.
The Pug’s paw pressed firmly on the contract. “Don’t move… I’ll sign!”
It picked up the pen from the ground with its mouth and awkwardly scrawled a string of English letters on the contract. The moment the name was completed, the entire contract turned to ash and vanished without a trace.
A flash of light appeared on Beile Klande’s body, revealing a small number on its right wing.
—005.
Once this number appeared, Beile Klande slumped on the Pug’s tongue like a fish out of water, devoid of dreams.
Lin Qiye nodded in satisfaction. “Very good.”
With Beile Klande, the number of caregivers at the Divine Mental Hospital finally reached five. Unfortunately, during the incident in Fengdu, the final blow to the Ant Queen was dealt by Jialan, so the Ant Queen’s soul did not appear in the cell.
He turned and walked out of the cell. “Let’s find a place to talk.”
As the man and dog exited the cell, A Zhu, who was carrying a bundle of clothes to the laundry room, saw Lin Qiye and obediently stopped to bow.
“Good day, Director.”
Lin Qiye smiled broadly and nodded.
The Pug rolled its eyes silently at A Zhu’s bow.
“?” A Zhu noticed the Pug’s gaze and her expression grew increasingly strange. “Director… I think this dog is looking down on me?”
Lin Qiye seemed to remember something and smiled as he introduced A Zhu. “By the way, this is our hospital’s new caregiver. From now on, it will be under your care.”
Lin Qiye kicked the Pug beside him, and the latter reluctantly stuck out its tongue, revealing a small golden bug on it.
“It’s a golden fly?” A Zhu suddenly realized. “Director, what is its name?”
“Um…” Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. “Its name is Beile Ye.”
Beile Klande: …
“Beile Ye.” A Zhu squatted down and gently patted the Pug’s head, showing a friendly smile. “In that case, you’ll be in charge of cleaning the restroom… Make sure to lick it very clean!”
Beile Ye’s body trembled!
It suddenly recalled the body of this dog, and a vague sense of foreboding crept into its mind…
“Let’s go.” Lin Qiye, who had walked quite a distance, turned back and called for Beile Ye.
Finally snapping out of its daze from A Zhu’s scare, Beile Ye dejectedly followed Lin Qiye into the break room.
Lin Qiye brewed himself a pot of tea and sat in the rocking chair, slowly speaking, “So, where do you come from? What is the Mist like?”
Beile Ye controlled the Pug to sit by the door. After a moment of silence, it began to speak. “I come from a distant city in the West, a place where both the climate and geography are completely different from Daxia. The weather is cold and damp, the architecture is ancient, mostly with pointed roofs and relatively low heights…
The Mist has long since suffocated all life in the city. In this city filled with corpses and ruins, only a few ‘mysteries’ that emerged from the Mist are still active. They are immune to the Mist’s effects and possess their own strange powers, incredibly strong… These are what you refer to as ‘mysteries,’ and I am one of them.”
Lin Qiye rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
“So, there are also ‘mysteries’ in the Mist?”
At first, Lin Qiye thought that ‘mysteries’ were only powerful beings within Daxia, and that no life existed in the Mist. Now it seemed his judgment was mistaken.
‘Mysteries’ do not only appear in Daxia; they also descend beyond the Mist, possessing the ability to walk freely within it.
In other words… beyond the Mist, it may have already transformed into a world uniquely dangerous to ‘mysteries.’
“That’s right.” The Pug nodded and continued, “After being born from the Mist, I found some incomplete books in the ruins of the broken city and spent time learning the local language, which is a phonetic script completely different from your Daxia language and relatively easy to learn.
Once I mastered this script, I began to explore further into broader areas. From some materials and signposts, I learned the name of this city…”
The Pug paused for a moment before slowly continuing, “A hundred years ago, this city was called Edinburgh.”
“Edinburgh?” Lin Qiye frowned slightly upon hearing this name, as if trying hard to recall something. “That sounds familiar… It seems to be a city from a country that fell a hundred years ago.”
During training camp, the instructors had taught some foreign history from a hundred years ago, mainly to facilitate discussions about foreign myths, without delving deeply into the cities themselves.
“This city was one of the cities of a country called ‘England,'” the Pug continued. “After leaving Edinburgh, I went to cities called ‘Liverpool,’ ‘Leeds,’ ‘Oxford,’ and ‘Manchester,’ which, like Edinburgh, were left with nothing but ruins…”
“Indeed, the countries that were shrouded in Mist a hundred years ago have all fallen…” Lin Qiye’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the Pug. “Besides ruins and ‘mysteries,’ is there anything else in the Mist?”
“There is,” the Pug opened its mouth, speaking with certainty. “There are also people.”
“People?!”
Lin Qiye was taken aback, his expression changing slightly. He stood up from the rocking chair, crouched down in front of the Pug, and spoke seriously, “Are you saying… there are still living people in the Mist?”
“Although they are extremely few, they do exist,” the Pug replied slowly. “Because I almost died at their hands.”
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed. “You, a ‘Sea’ realm mystery, almost died at their hands? Who are they?”
The Pug’s eyes reflected a hint of memory. “When I explored a city called ‘London,’ I found that the number of ‘mysteries’ there was much lower than in other cities, and they were not very strong. The buildings were also better preserved.
Just as I was curiously exploring this city, they suddenly appeared.
They wore red and white full-body armor, wielded silver knightly lances, and rode heavy motorcycles, hunting down the weaker ‘mysteries’ in the Mist… They were very powerful, and their bodies shimmered with golden light, making it impossible for the Mist to approach them.
They called themselves the ‘Holy Judgment Knights.'”
