Chapter 598
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Chapter 598: The Oracle Envoy
A flash of shock crossed his eyes, quickly masked by indifference.
“I don’t know them,” he replied flatly.
“Really don’t know?”
“I don’t want to repeat myself,” his Japanese was somewhat awkward.
The man in the red robe turned his head, staring intently at him, and after a moment, projected three different photos onto the wall.
“Every time an outsider invades, I’ve come to find you, but your answer has always been ‘I don’t know’… Now, I give you one last chance.
If you miss this opportunity, the next time we meet will likely be when I read your death sentence.”
The man in the red robe pointed at the four blurry photos on the wall, speaking each word slowly:
“Do you know them?”
Cao Yuan’s gaze swept over the four photos, and he calmly continued, “I told you, I don’t know any of them.”
“…Very well.”
A flicker of anger appeared in the eyes of the man in the red robe. He turned off the projection from his left eye and stepped in front of Cao Yuan.
“I hope you won’t regret today’s decision.”
He turned and walked out of the cell, the heavy prison door closing automatically with a dull thud.
Bang—!
In the pitch-black cell, Cao Yuan was locked in mid-air, his disheveled black hair hanging beside his cheeks. He turned his head, staring blankly at the wall where the photos had just been projected. After a long while, a smile appeared on his cracked lips.
“You guys can’t get caught…”
……
Yokohama City.
“What did you say?!”
On the street, a man in a suit stared at the handsome young man in a trench coat before him, frozen in place.
“Excuse me, where can I become a host?” Lin Qiye repeated earnestly.
“A host…?”
The man looked a bit dazed, scratching his head, still uncertain as he said, “There aren’t many host clubs around Yokohama. You might have better luck in the west city, but I recommend you go to Shinjuku.”
“Where is Shinjuku?”
“In Tokyo.”
“How do I get there?”
“Of course, you take the JR Saikyo Line…”
“Thank you.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
In fact, he didn’t really know what a host was, and fundamentally, he didn’t need to work at all.
His goal was simple: to secretly understand the situation in this country while searching for other team members. Based on Lin Qiye’s judgment, since they all sank into the sea together, the currents’ flow trajectories were likely similar, meaning they might have drifted to some place in this country.
However, whether it was understanding the situation or finding team members, both required time and money as support. At the very least, he needed to be able to buy a few train tickets instead of walking all over Japan.
Under the watch of that mysterious presence, he couldn’t use the forbidden ruins, and to avoid raising suspicion from local police or others, it was best to use a reasonable and legal means to earn money… After all, the waters here were too deep, and no one knew where the crisis lay, so it was better to be cautious.
Since Yuzurina said that being a host made money quickly and was easy for him, he could certainly give it a try.
But right now, he couldn’t even gather enough money for a ticket to Shinjuku, and he hadn’t bought the sword bag for 【Zhan Bai】, so he needed another way to earn some money…
Lin Qiye walked onto the bustling street, observing the streets on both sides while pondering.
It was already past nine in the evening, but Yokohama’s city center was still very lively. The tall buildings on either side sparkled with neon lights, various izakayas and beef hot pot restaurants emitted rich aromas, and high school students ran and played, rushing past Lin Qiye and into a convenience store around the corner.
Lin Qiye stopped at a traffic light, and just then, a series of photos began to scroll on the huge screen at the intersection, catching his attention.
“Criminal: Yoyama Ryota, wanted at the 【Shikari】 level, reward 3,000,000 yen, witness report reward 500,000 yen…”
“Criminal: Hirakawa Takashi, wanted at the 【Yasha】 level, reward 100,000 yen, witness report reward 30,000 yen…”
“Criminal: Amamiya Haruki, wanted at the 【Mogui】 level, reward 10,000,000 yen, witness report reward 1,000,000 yen…”
“…”
Bright red warning tape surrounded their electronic photos, with the yellow characters “Criminal” written all over the tape, flashing continuously, as if marking them with a conspicuous label, illuminating a corner of the black night.
Wanted criminals?
【Yasha】, 【Shikari】, 【Mogui】, what are those?
A look of confusion flashed in Lin Qiye’s heart. When he saw the numbers behind the rewards, a thought crossed his mind to pursue the wanted criminals…
But he quickly dismissed that idea.
Chasing wanted criminals? Right now, he himself was the most wanted outsider in this country. Even if he did catch a criminal and delivered them to the police station, then the police would ask him to register his name and number to claim the reward…
Wasn’t that just delivering himself to them?
Lin Qiye shook his head, casting that thought aside, and continued walking forward when the green light turned on.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a sign at the entrance of a maid café, his eyes brightening as he quietly stopped.
Perhaps…
This job could work?
……
Meanwhile.
On the other side of the city center.
A man in a white robe with a blue halo in his left eye walked out from a dim alley, leisurely making his way to the center of the road where traffic flowed, slightly turning his head to look in Lin Qiye’s direction.
Dingling—!
A faint sound of wind chimes emanated from him, softly echoing in the bustling street.
The once noisy street filled with honking and laughter suddenly fell silent!
All vehicles instantly turned off, and all pedestrians froze in place. No one dared to honk, no one dared to speak; they turned in fear to look at the figure in the white robe in the middle of the road, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
The man in the white robe didn’t even glance at the pedestrians, stepping on the yellow double lines in the center of the road, slowly walking toward the city center.
As he passed each vehicle, the drivers and passengers would quickly get out, kneeling respectfully in the middle of the road, their foreheads pressed to the ground, three parts respect, seven parts fear, saying:
“Greetings, Oracle Envoy.”
“Greetings, Oracle Envoy.”
“Greetings, Oracle Envoy.”
“…”
Not only the people in the cars but also pedestrians on the nearby sidewalk, customers and waitstaff in the shops, all moved to the sides of the street, kneeling on the ground.
This bustling street in Yokohama’s city center fell into a deathly silence. As the man in the white robe advanced, everyone lay prostrate on the ground, like a mass of ants, not daring to move.
To see him was to see a deity.
