Chapter 137 Beneath the Abyss

Christie's lips curled into a smile. "Director Yan sent you to retrieve the Death Throne without saying a word to you?"

Yan Shi: ...

Christie really isn't giving up on stirring up trouble.

Should she know something?

"This isn't a condition that I have to know," Yan Shi said casually to Christie, thinking about the spatial key that Dong Tong had given her that she had just received today.

Suddenly, her hand loosened.

Yan Shi: ?

She turned her head in surprise, and the necromantic halberd had vanished from beside her hand.

Christie stared into the abyss, unaware of Yan Shi's distraction: "Are you willing to remain forever ignorant, a shadow bearing the brunt of infamy?"

Yan Shi also stared intently into the abyss. Could this Death Throne have devoured her Deathbringer's Halberd?!

"Yanlan, Yanlan?"

Christie noticed Yanlan's continued silence, so she stood up, bent down, and looked down at her.

Are you really determined to choose such a muddled and aimless future?

Yan Shi looked up, feeling puzzled again. "You're not me, how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Besides, if the principal is really that free, instead of thinking about the future of the teachers, he should spend more time walking around the school." Yan Shi suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Once Zhanzhou's relocation is complete, if someone breaks in again, no one will be there to take care of protecting you."

“Oh right,” Yan Shi suddenly remembered the promise Ji Pu Cun had made to her after she defeated the deceased last time, “The director made a promise to me on behalf of you, Principal, witnessed by the law, and I’m going to fulfill it now.”

"Tell me, why did Zhan Zhou move?"

Christie: "You still want to know why."

“But this doesn’t conflict with my determination to obtain the Death Throne.” Yan Shi shrugged. “Principal, I’m not interested in your position.”

"So please don't block my way, okay?"

Christie pursed her lips, and after a long silence, she said, "My promise is very valuable. Are you sure you want to redeem it?"

"Few people know the reason for Zhan Zhou's relocation, but it's not that no one knows. And my mastery of time is unmatched in the inner world."

Yan Shi: "Yes, I confirm."

Christie lowered her eyes: "Okay."

“By Mother Goddess and with the Law as my witness, I will fulfill the promise that Ji Pucun made to Yanlan, and the promise that Christie Eldridge made to Yanlan.” As Christie spoke, the Law silently pierced through the thick fog and said, “Everything I say from now on is true.”

"We have reached an agreement that Zhan Zhou will relocate to the surface world along with the headquarters of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs. Graduates from Zhan Zhou will automatically choose the headquarters as their first employment option. At the same time, current students in Zhan Zhou must respond to the arrangements of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs at any time."

"In exchange, Zhan Zhou will obtain the right to use the Death Throne for twenty years. He will also be given priority in personnel selection by the Bureau of Heterodoxy.

Yan Shi noticed something was wrong: "It seems that Zhan Zhou received nothing from this agreement except for the right to use the Death Throne for twenty years."

As for the right to prioritize personnel selection, graduates from Zhanzhou are now almost never appointed to positions in the General Administration, so this condition is practically empty talk.

Christie was a great philanthropist. Zhan Zhou, a student, assisted the Bureau of Exiles in its operations. Zhan Zhou himself moved with the Bureau of Exiles and ended up with almost nothing.

“That’s because they didn’t know Dan was leaving!” Christie rolled her eyes, a rare display of inelegance. “If I had known, I would never have agreed to this deal.”

"Back then, the Directorate General of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs was highly sought after. The Directorate General would give priority to graduates from Zhanzhou when selecting employees, which was a profitable deal."

"Who knew it would decline to this state?"

Yan Shi: ...

“But things are different now,” Christie said, looking into the abyss ahead. “Now that Director Yan has taken office, this agreement isn’t so bad.”

"The recent selection process by the General Administration Director's Secretariat has put this agreement into effect. One of the criteria for selection is being an outstanding graduate of Zhanzhou."

Yan Shi: ?!

She had always thought this was a normal resume screening requirement for new employees at the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, but then she suddenly remembered that Shu Zhijing, the head of the execution department of the Baiyujing branch, was not a graduate of Zhanzhou.

Shu Zhijing comes from Kunlun Academy.

So this agreement works even when no one knows about it?

Yan Shi fell into deep thought.

“That’s why I’m saying,” Christie turned her gaze back to Yan Shi, “it’s not worth trading my promise for this. Director Yan knows about this deal. You can ask her directly.”

No, Director Yan doesn't know.

Yan Shi was silent for a moment, then said, "This is my business. I fulfilled the promise you made to me in a way that was easy for you, and you're not satisfied?"

Christie: ...

She turned her head back.

“Relocation is absolutely a losing proposition for the Bureau of Foreign Affairs,” Christie said coldly. “You know the contents of the agreement. This agreement is valid until the end of the world.”

Yan Shi instantly understood Christie's underlying meaning.

Once the Death Throne is removed, the floating island of Jamzhou can no longer exist, and Jamzhou will be moved back to the Underworld.

Therefore, this agreement is essentially null and void.

“As you said yourself, the agreement isn’t so unfair anymore after Director Yan took office.” Yan Shi shrugged. “So, right now, it’s Zhan Zhou who wants to maintain this agreement.”

“As long as Director Yan is here, the agreement itself is not important.” She stared at Christie’s profile and said each word carefully.

Christie fell silent again.

Finally, she spoke, "Go and take it. The Death Throne is beneath the abyss; I won't stop you."

Yan Shi walked onto the cliff and looked down again.

It was pitch black.

After talking with Christie for so long and saying all sorts of things, Yan Shi didn't think Christie was lying to her.

So the Death Throne is really down there.

She took another step forward, then hesitated for a moment.

The crown of blazing sun, hidden in the cuffs, was faintly hot.

The Death Throne was a bargaining chip that Shan Fengyang offered in exchange for Christie's possession; it's a crown of the spirits. It could never truly threaten one's life.

Yan Shi closed his eyes and leaped into the abyss.

Behind her, the wind howled, and a familiar, anxious call rang out: "Lanlan!! Yanlan!!"

The abyss looked bottomless, and the fog above the cliff was eerie and desolate, but there was no chill in it.

It's a gentle, enveloping feeling.

The fall lasted only a few seconds.

When Yanshi opened his eyes again, he was indeed standing in an empty hall.

She looked up blankly and glanced around, only to find that there were tables all around her.

The Curse of the Laws

Author's note: I'm back, and updates will resume today.

There were a lot of procedures to complete in the first week, so I wasn't used to it. But it got better after that!

Thank you so much everyone for waiting! (kissing emoji)