Chapter 211 (Chapter Two Hundred and Ten) Sacking
As the embrace began, the file folder that had been resting on Yan Shi's lap slipped down, making a dull thud as it hit the ground.
Yan Shi nestled quietly in her grandmother's arms, looking up at her, her gaze then passing over her grandmother's head to the dazzling silver net high above.
"Grandma," Yan Shi said softly, "being the director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs is so difficult."
“Yes,” Shan Fengyang’s hand touched the top of her head. His fingertips ran through her hair, soft and light, “So our Lanlan is really already a very remarkable adult.”
Yan Shi didn't speak. After a while, she said, "Grandma, I'm really, really amazing."
"I can pluck the moon from the tide and set the sun down with a wave of my hand. I'm a very strong fighter; none of them can beat me."
"Hmm..." Shan Fengyang smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Lanlan is so amazing! Then why doesn't Lanlan, who's so good at fighting, put a sack over her head and fight back!"
As she spoke, she clenched her fist and became serious: "I'll beat up every single one of my incompetent colleagues. I'll beat them until they can't even take care of themselves."
Yan Shi paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, his brows relaxing: "Director Shan, if all the colleagues at headquarters were unable to take care of themselves, there would be even less work to do."
Shan Fengyang: "If you don't come to work, your salary will be deducted. First, you'll be demoted, then your salary will be deducted. As long as you have a breath left, you'll crawl to work."
"Pfft." Yan Shi's lips curled up, and he laughed unrestrainedly. "So this is how Director Shan exposes people."
“The director is already at work,” Shan Fengyang replied matter-of-factly. “There’s no reason for subordinates to still be lying at home.”
Yan Shi laughed so hard her shoulders shook, and Shan Fengyang just looked at her with gentle eyes.
"Yan Shi." After a long while, Shan Fengyang finally called out.
Yan Shi responded with a "Hmm?" She slowly climbed out of her grandmother's arms, sat up straight again, and placed her hands properly on her knees.
Shan Fengyang picked up the scattered files on the ground: "I don't have much time, so I'll try to be as detailed as possible."
Yan Shi immediately stopped smiling and stared at her.
"You should know about that little girl, Duan Yunchen?" Shan Fengyang asked calmly. "The Vier Nexus itself is a massive alchemical structure. Mithril is a very magical alchemical material that can preserve the last vestiges of her teacher's soul before his death."
She paused, a slight smile curving her lips, but unable to hide the regret in her eyes: "Of course, it can also preserve a wisp of my consciousness."
"I wanted to see you," Shan Fengyang said. "So when you came, my senses returned."
Her gaze fell on Yan Shi's face.
She watched Yan Shi grow from a tiny bundle in swaddling clothes at birth, to uttering his first "Feifei," and then stumbling as he learned to walk.
Then they would roam freely throughout the town, climbing trees and rooftops, catching fish and collecting seashells.
Shan Fengyang has not yet seen what Yan Shi looks like when he grows up.
How could she bear to part with it? How could she bear to part with it?
But this is the last time we'll see each other.
Shan Fengyang didn't say it aloud. She simply suppressed her emotions and turned the pages of the file one by one: "Yan Shi, you are the director, not a member of the execution department. Everyone under the Bureau of Extraordinary Management is your subordinate."
"It is their duty to do things for you."
As she spoke, she pointed to a spot in the file: "Take Renas's negotiations as an example..."
She herself meticulously recounted the negotiations Shan Fengyang engaged in at every meeting, the power struggles behind every decree, and the purpose behind every ruling, all as recorded in historical documents.
Yan Shi listened attentively.
Shan Fengyang did everything he could to tell her what he knew and could teach her.
In the end, Shan Fengyang's figure became increasingly transparent.
The file was turned to the last page.
Shan Fengyang closed the paper slowly and solemnly, turning his head to look at Yan Shi. The sharpness in his eyes had faded, leaving only tenderness and reluctance: "I've said everything I wanted to say to Yan Shi."
She paused, then chuckled softly, as if changing her tone: "The rest, I want to tell Lanlan."
Meanwhile, Shan Fengyang slowly organized all his files and documents, neatly put them back into the file bag, and then tied the bag shut.
Her figure was almost completely transparent.
“Lanlan,” Shan Fengyang said, “I’m really looking forward to your birth.”
Her gaze fell on Yan Shi: "As for life ideals, just do what you want to do. When Lan Lan was born, I only hoped that you would live a fearless, peaceful and joyful life."
"Lanlan, be happy."
Dan Fengyang smiled with his curved eyes, and as he smiled, the corners of his eyes gradually turned upwards, revealing his arrogance and unrestrained nature.
The file folder fell to the ground.
She vanished completely into a dazzling silver light.
The next instant, the silver light netting in the archive room trembled violently, then receded like a tide, layer by layer.
All the light marks disappeared, and the filing cabinet slowly returned to its original position, returning to its original state.
Only one file folder lay on the ground.
Yan Shi sat quietly in place, without making a sound.
After a while, she stood up, picked up the fallen file folder, and put it on the table by the door.
She then noticed that all the accessories on her coat uniform had disappeared at some point, leaving only a bare coat.
Yan Shi silently took off his coat and placed it on the table by the door, then opened the door.
"Director Yan." Outside the door, Duan Yunchen had moved a chair and was sitting there, keeping watch.
Jie Sheng had already left in a hurry to discuss the route planning issues to Novano Port.
Seeing the door suddenly pushed open from the inside, Duan Yunchen immediately stood up.
Yan Shi did not come out, but stood in the archives room with a blank expression.
She spoke, her voice flat and monotone: "Do you have a sack?"
"...Huh?" Duan Yunchen was stunned, not understanding at all. "What?"
Yan Shi raised his eyes slightly and repeated, "Sack."
Although he didn't know what had happened again, Duan Yunchen was frightened by the low atmosphere surrounding Director Yan.
She quickly replied, "Yes."
As he spoke, Duan Yunchen hurriedly rummaged through his storage space and pulled out a bulging bag. He frantically untied the bag and poured out all the contents.
Plush toys, figurines, and sparkly accessories—a whole bunch of trendy little trash tumbled all over the floor.
After emptying the bag, Duan Yunchen shook it open, straightened it, folded it neatly, and presented it to Yan Shi with both hands.
Yan Shi took the bag, went back into the archives, and slammed the door shut again.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Duan Yunchen: ...?
She stood amidst her own fashionable little trash, looking completely bewildered.
"What happened?" Duan Yunchen muttered, his voice filled with confusion.
Inside the archives, Yan Shi, clutching the bag, lowered his eyes and said, "Go to the side of Claire, the god who holds the power of history and records."
The law responds.
A rift was torn open beside her, revealing a white mist on the other side.
Yan Shi walked in without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Claire was sadly eating her brunch.
Ever since Yanlan visited the interior of the Death Throne and took its core, only an empty "shell" of the Death Throne remains beneath the Zhanzhou Floating Island.
She finally managed to escape from the spatial rift that Yanlan, who knows why, could trap gods, but with nowhere else to go, she had no choice but to return here.
Because Claire does indeed have a lot of enemies.
Aside from those who have fallen or are asleep, almost every one of the gods currently active in the underworld has offended her.
However, the main hall, which served as the core of the Death Throne, was taken away by Yan Lan, leaving the interior completely empty. Apart from the table and recliner that Claire conjured, there was nothing else inside. The living comfort level was extremely low.
As a deity, he's ended up like this...
Thinking about her terrible life, Claire sadly took another bite of bread, "Waaaaah, damn it, if only time could be reversed, I would want to exchange it for a power full of martial virtue."
In the underworld, being good at fighting is the key to success.
Suddenly, caught off guard, Claire heard a noise behind her.
Before she could react, everything went black, and her entire body was enveloped by an unknown object.
Claire: ?
Then, she felt something wrap around her leg and pull hard.
Claire lost her balance and fell down, helplessly being stuffed into the bag.
Yanshi tied the bag tightly and sealed it.
Claire struggled desperately inside the bag, her voice muffled as she cried out, "Who is it? I'm a god! Watch out..."
"Bang!"
Yan Shi kicked the bag: "Shut up."
The struggle abruptly ceased, and silence fell within the bag for a moment. Then, a cautious voice uttered, "...Yanlan?"
Yan Shi did not respond.
She still remembered what happened at the Summer Palace.
Lin Xuya appeared there that night as a priestess of the Heavenly Mandate Altar; it was Claire who seduced her.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor.
Yan Shi couldn't put a sack over Lin Xuya's head and beat her up, because Lin Xuya was a weak, ordinary person from the outside world.
She would spend the rest of her life in the Heavenly Fate Platform, watching the world in solitude. Yan Shi felt he couldn't be too harsh on her.
But Claire is different.
Claire started all the trouble.
Yan Shi had wanted to beat her up for a long time.
The water spirits gathered and intertwined to form a rope, helping Yan Shi lift the sack and slam it heavily to the ground.
Yan Shi's expression was cold, and his lips were tightly pressed together.
At her prompting, Shui Ling continued to smash the sack, as if she were hitting a soft ball of cotton.
The white mist was shaken and swirled in layers, scattering in all directions.
The sack was flung back to Yan Shi's feet once more. She raised her leg and kicked the sack. The sack flew out, curled up in the air, and finally crashed down, rolling twice before falling completely silent.
Shui Ling's fingers intertwined with Yan Shi's, intimately and carefully, as if soothing or coquettishly brushing against her skin.
Yan Shi let out a breath.
She didn't signal Shui Ling to continue beating her. Instead, she walked closer to the sack, made a gap in her storage space, stuffed the sack and Claire inside, and casually patted the opening of the sack.
“I’ll give you a hiding place,” Yan Shi said coldly. “You’re welcome.”
Putting him in a sack really felt good, Yan thought.
She stared blankly at the empty interior of the Death Throne for a while, then tore open a spatial rift and returned to the archives.
On the table by the entrance to the archives room, Shan Fengyang's files had been automatically retracted into the file shelf by the space.
Yan Shi walked over, picked up his coat, hung it on his arm, and opened the door to the archives room again.
Duan Yunchen, standing outside the door, jumped up from his chair.
She sensed that Director Yan seemed to be radiating a murderous aura.
Yan Shi politely asked, "Is the airship bound for Novano Port ready to depart now?"
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