Authority

"Yuhe, have you brought your new executive officer?" Ines looked up at Wuci behind Zhen Shanhe, "I thought he provoked you and you would kill him."

Zhen Shanhe said coldly, "Madam Ines, don't try to teach me how to do things."

"I'm just saying it. How about you give him to me to play with and I can train him for you?"

drop--

While Inès was speaking, it seemed that a piece of news from somewhere had reached Zhen Shanhe.

Zhen Shanhe pressed his ear to confirm, and faint data appeared on his dark golden pupils.

"I have urgent matters to attend to." His expression remained unchanged, and his voice was cold. "I will pick him up later. Don't waste my time by doing unnecessary things. If you have any questions, just ask directly. I still have other work to arrange for him. I hope he will be complete when I see him again."

After saying this, he dropped the witch words and walked away quickly.

Ines exhaled softly and smiled at Wu Ci, "It seems that you are very favored, little guy."

"Come here." She waved away the servants around her and waved her hand.

Wu Ci lowered his eyes and stood beside her humbly, "Please ask me anything, Lady Ines. I will tell you everything I know."

"Your tone of voice and your self-proclaimed identity remind me of Dexter," Ines said. "If it weren't for Yuhe's determination, I would have wanted to keep you here."

Yuhe is the original name of Zhenshanhe. This also reminds Wu Ci of Master Yu Sanye.

After Yu Sanye died, his brother's Yuzhulou inherited the Tianji Group, and Yu Sanye's missing son Yujue was found. However, in this situation, the inheritance rights naturally did not fall into Yujue's hands, but into the hands of Yuzhulou's son Yuhe, who is now Zhenshanhe.

If not, Yujue might not come back.

Wu Ci remembered that when Yu Jue was a child, he once came to the casino to look for Master Yu San. The child was well raised and would call him "brother", even though he was a nameless toy raised by Master Yu San.

Unfortunately, after Zhen Shanhe returned to the Tianji Consortium, he killed all those who were qualified to inherit the company, and Yu Jue, as the son of Master Yu San, could not escape death.

Aside from Zhen Shanhe, only Yu Jinjie is alive in the Yu family.

It is said that this man is the adopted son of Master Yu San, and his status is much higher than that of Wu Ci, who has no name or status. He also has the inheritance that Master Yu San left for him.

Logically speaking, including the witch words, all of his property was inherited from Master Yu San.

However, this Yu Jinjie has rarely shown his face since 20 years ago, and no one knows what he looks like. But because he has no blood relationship with the Yu family and does not have the inheritance rights of the Tianji Group, he survived from Zhen Shanhe.

Before, Zhen Shanhe wondered who sent Wu Ci. The first person mentioned was "Yu Jinjie", followed by "Seven Sins Council" and "Tianzun". Presumably, "Yu Jinjie" was quite powerful, which made Zhen Shanhe jealous and suspicious.

With so many thoughts in his mind, Wu Ci finally had time to think about it. He finally looked down at his silly daughter and said, "Lady Ines, let's make it short. Please don't waste our time."

"oh?"

Ines' voice was tinged with sternness, and she half-closed her eyes and smiled, with a bit of Dexter's humble and elegant appearance when he was slightly angry. "Yuhe is fine, but you dare to talk to me like this? Wuci, tell me, how many lives do you think you have... that make you dare to be so arrogant?"

Wu Ci let out a sigh of helplessness, sat down slowly beside Ines, and picked up her long red hair and braided it habitually, "Madam Ines, please calm down. I don't mean anything else."

He ran his fingers through her hair. Perhaps it was because of his familiar technique, or perhaps it was because of his gentle voice, Inès actually felt calmer.

She smelled the faint scent of medicine and clothing disinfectant on Wu Ci.

Wu Ci's face is mostly covered by his hair, and he always keeps his head down when he is not wearing a mask. Even if he doesn't lower his head, because the simulation time is not too long and he has not been completely assimilated, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat different from Dextal, who is of a different race.

But everything was so familiar. The pair of eyes looking at Ines were so melancholy and sad, gentle and calm, tolerating Ines' deliberate provocations, without the coldness and alienation of facing a stranger. So Ines capriciously closed her eyes, hugged Wu Ci tightly, and buried her face in Wu Ci's chest.

She pointed her finger and said angrily, "You make me unhappy. I will feel better if I don't look at you... I really want to kill you and make you into a specimen."

Wu Ci took off the hair tie that he had been wearing since meeting Tianzun, and expertly braided Ines' hair. He smiled softly, hugged her, and patted her on the back. "I feel honored to be loved by you, but I'm afraid your suggestion won't work. Director Zhen Shanhe has other things to do... But if this can make you feel better, then please feel free to do it."

"I hate you humans, witches." Ines snorted coldly.

"I hope you know that closing my eyes always makes me fall into nightmares, reminding me of how evil you humans are, and I want to go crazy and kill you all... In short, once I think of these things, I will become very manic."

Inès touched her newly braided hair and moved lazily like a knight, her beautiful useless head just lying on Wuci's thigh. "Tell me, Wuci Executor, Morning Star said you know those evil spirits, where do they come from?"

Wu Ci understood instantly that Inès was probably asking because in her memory, Dextal was often surrounded by a demonic aura, and also because of the self-destruction of the demonic aura when Dextal was [checkmated] by Lord Silver.

Indeed, Inès is a good kid.

He couldn't help but ruffle Inès's hair lovingly.

The maids holding wine and fruits hid in the corner of the hall, marveling at the new executive's power. Even the tyrannical Lady Ines had not yet gone mad and murdered anyone.

Wu Ci, the person involved, bit his fingertips to take off his leather gloves, waved to the maid not far away, and took the ointment handed to him by the maid.

Ines did not say anything about this, and Wuci's posture was too natural, as if he was the real owner here, and Ines on his lap was his well-behaved little daughter or a lamb waiting to be touched and preached to by the shepherd.

The maid forgot Inès's prohibition of others taking the initiative, and involuntarily handed the ointment to the witch and left.

Wu Ci rubbed the ointment in his palm and found that its smell was the breeze from the Ypres Valley with morning dew and the ink smell of his white building, like benzoin with powdered medicine.

In fact, Wu Ci had worked as a technician in a therapeutic massage parlor when he was looking for a job in his previous life, so he was quite experienced in this. He completely assimilated this long-lost taste, held Ines' cheek with his palm, and said softly and slowly, "Ines, please close your eyes and listen to me."

Inès met his pale eyes, which were seriously lowered, and somehow closed them.

Wu Ci then used his fingertips to scrape the forehead of the poor girl who was always frightened in nightmares, and patted her back gently. "The source of the evil energy is not in this world, so it doesn't matter if you know it now. If you want to see an old friend, please wait for a while. When he is ready to meet again, he will come to look for the traces of you and Shengming."

"But my reputation is not good. Will he think I am bad? Am I a dissolute and cruel woman? Will you think so because of them?" Ines suddenly grabbed Wuci's wrist. She still closed her eyes obediently, but the force she used to confirm it was almost enough to crush the bones of an ordinary person. "Is that so? Dextal?"

Here Wu Ci thought of something off topic.

——Inès is a burly woman with a simple mind and strong limbs.

Forgiveness is a fragile person. This is the only thing that Wuci could think of after hearing the sound of his own bones breaking. He quickly used the little blood and vitality left to repair his arm, pulled his hand out without leaving any trace, and insisted on being decent and pretending that nothing happened.

"I am not Dextal," Wu Ci suppressed the gasp in his throat that came out of his throat just now, and his expression remained unchanged. "But, Ines, my child, you don't have to worry about other people's opinions."

"Really?" Ines opened her eyes, propped up her face, and tilted her head back with a teasing smile, "Then who are you to say this to me?"

Wu Ci remained calm and gentle, revealing his good manners at all times, "Just from an objective perspective."

"So, you took this body because you were restricted by the Xuanling? Or are you planning something else?"

"…Ines." The witch interrupted her.

Inès snuggled into Wuci's arms like a little animal and giggled, "Well, you're not, but anyway, if you need any help, I'd be happy to do something for you."

"I don't need you to do anything for me."

"So do you want the authority of Lord Silver? I have a small part of it..."

Wu Ci frowned, "What?"

"Just a few fragments," Ines used her sharp nails to dismantle the chest plates she had modified, peeled off the simulated skin and circuit boards, and took out a [Soldier] from the power heart wrapped in layers of silicone wires.

She placed the chess piece in Wu Ci's hand. "When he and Lady Anhun were fighting for your soul, Isaac... no, it was the Ranger. The Ranger helped me get it during the chaos according to the instructions in the letter you left. The fragment of authority was attached to this chess piece that once mobilized the Crusaders. Only then could the royal family survive through all the changes in the world over the years, and only then could I live so long, and in this position, even the Sky Group dare not directly become my enemy."

[You have obtained high-level special items: class and ignorance, the power of gambling. Remnant - [Soldier]. One]

[“Those who obtain this will be saints and immortal, standing at the top of the class from the rules of the chess game. Therefore, people succumb to the ignorant class and will kill all unjust wisdom” - Silver Sir]

[Note: The authority of the Heavenly Dao has a strong side effect. It will create a demanding desire for special souls, pollute the consciousness of the mysterious spirit rules, and make them tainted with human nature and lose their rationality. Players are requested to obtain it with caution.]

Wu Ci held the chess piece in his hand and inexplicably felt that his soul was fragrant.

This strange fragrance...flowed through his veins and hidden under his skin.

"Put it back." Wu Ci managed his soul well and said in a serious tone, "Don't give this thing to others easily."

"I'm not stupid! It's been so long! You don't still think I'm an empty-headed idiot!" Ines complained unhappily, "It won't be a problem for a while. After I take it away, I can rely on the remaining power of the authority to maintain it for at least half a year."

"…Ines."

"Don't deny me, Dexter. We all know that you are not as gentle and polite as you appear to be. You are too greedy and aggressive in your bones. You never stop asking for things from the world. You always seize every opportunity and use everything available to achieve your goals.

I can see that before you died, you always wrote as if there was no tomorrow, and you wrote so many letters instructing me what to do in various situations. You planned everything for us, wasn't it just waiting for this day? "

Ines grabbed Wuci's wrist with both hands, raised her lips and almost sighed, "Don't deny it, my dear Dextal, isn't it because of you that I can get this authority?"

She guessed right.

Whenever this happens, Wu Ci always sighs that time is a wonderful thing. No matter how stupid a guy is, he will always understand or see through his intentions, which he thought were ingenious at the time, as time goes by.

That’s right…After the first week of Solomon ended, Wu Ci had already been thinking about how Inès, as the queen mother who had been in power for many years, could survive from the Solomon Empire period to the modern era?

So many years have passed, and technology was not as advanced as it is now. Even if Inès practiced the "Heavenly Hunger Sutra" and would not age, she would still die because of the end of her life span.

During the Qian Dynasty, monks were still human beings in essence, and everyone had a lifespan. So, the Solomon era was no exception.

Since witches don't have any other special abilities, the only thing that allowed Inès to survive for so many years was the power of the mysterious spirit, in addition to the lack of technology at that time.

Wu Ci had long guessed that Ines would obtain Xuan Ling's authority or favor. Of course, this was just a guess, but he placed a bet on this guess in advance, just in case.

So he won.

Ines did get the authority in the following opportunity and was very happy to give it to him.

It's "獻", not "送".

Look, a tamed lamb, obedient to his will, which sounds ridiculous, as if he is some kind of incarnate Messiah, the authoritative shepherd.

As Ines said, witchcraft is mean, greedy, and hypocritical.

It is undeniable that people always yearn for privilege and always want to be at the top.

——And Wu Ci likes the word "獻".

Oh, needless to say, He knows, He knows… Even though he is mean, greedy, and hypocritical, the lambs like him. What can He do? Can He make the lambs turn away from His care and stay away from Him?

Everyone knows that's impossible, right?

As Zhen Shanhe said, Wu Ci was a saint.

How could a saint be willing to drive away the believers who approach him, letting those poor lambs escape from his care, walk towards those lost paths, towards those uncontrolled wilderness, towards those dangerous valleys full of sin, where they cannot drink the clear spring water, cannot eat the tender grass of spring, and have their bodies, which should have created value for them, lost by wolves, and lose everything he has given them, so that they cannot hear his gospel and admonitions?

So the witch heard Ines's due affirmation: "Please accept it, Dextal, please admit it, Dextal, you want all the power of the Silver Lord? Are you plotting his position? Or are you asking for more?"

He smiled helplessly, "You really know how to embarrass me, my dear Ines."

How could he not laugh in such a situation?

A natural born and systematically trained gambler does not pay more chips in this small game, but instead wins big with a small investment.

Lo and behold, he wins again.

To him, the authority of Sir Silver regarding gambling belongs to him by nature.