Lyle: "You you you me me me—"
"I've been meaning to say this before." Yuri's car door was practically broken. The self-driving hovercar was speeding through the garage, following its predetermined route toward the exit. He himself was hunched over, fumbling with parts from various locations to assemble an assault rifle. As for the small pistol, it had run out of power and was now tossed on the back seat. Lyle's butt was at least half a meter away from it, preferring to rub against the car door rather than get close to the weapon. "If you had the time to talk, you'd have already done what you needed to do."
"You dare to say that to me?" Lyle said in disbelief. "Aren't these people coming for you?"
“…”
Even Yuri, who had been diligently assembling his weapons and trying to escape from the garage, was stunned at this moment. "Why do you think so?"
Of course because you are a killer in the dark world!
Or mercenaries!
In short, they are evil people who make profits by taking human lives!
Thinking of this, Lyle became scared again: If I reveal his identity now, will Yuri turn around and shoot me?
"No, nothing, nothing..."
Yuri was in no mood to pay attention to his colleagues. As a genuine human who was simply not afraid of death, he caught a glimpse of the current time displayed on the hovercraft's dial in the interspersed firelight and yawned involuntarily.
**
"You got home thirty-four minutes later than I expected. What happened?"
When Yuri opened the door with the key in his left hand and walked into the living room, Williams was sitting at the dining table bathed in orange light, holding a cup of steaming cocoa milk in his hand. There was also a cup placed opposite the android.
"It's hard to explain," Yuri replied briefly. His right arm was slightly injured, a minor injury that hadn't fully healed. To avoid tearing the wound, he had to undress with one hand. "After I dealt with that dangerous group and called the police, I sent my colleague home."
"Be gentle with women," William commented noncommittally. "Does it need bandaging?"
"Just leave it there...why haven't you gone to rest yet?"
"I was planning to go." The android shrugged. "Erica returned tonight, and you missed the welcome party and birthday party that Azathoth held for her."
"Why?" Yuri was stunned. "Didn't she go back to her hometown to study for a doctorate?"
"How long has it been since you last watched the news?" Williams looked at him accusingly. "The Federal Delke Mathematics Prize is being awarded today. Although it's only given to young scholars, Erica is the youngest winner to date, breaking the record. She came back to receive the award."
"Really?" Yuri managed to keep his battered eyelids open. "I'm not very good at math."
"Then I guess you don't know that today is Azathoth's birthday." Williams looked at him thoughtfully, "Or rather, it's Azathoth and Igor's wedding anniversary—He unilaterally regarded this day as his own birthday. They held a small, low-key birthday party at a venue near Maan Castle that specializes in state banquets. Most of the police force in the area was withdrawn to protect the Archon."
"I know that, and I've prepared a gift," Yuri said awkwardly. "But I specifically asked... He said I don't have to go if I don't want to."
In fact, Azathoth was so envious.
He doesn't want to go either, okay? Wouldn't it be nice to celebrate it together at home?
But life, in short, is that when you decide to sacrifice something, not only will you not gain anything, but you will lose more and more.
Azathoth understood this well.
Fortunately, his social phobia has improved slightly over the years, and strong-willed humans are no longer so resistant to facing his human appearance. Therefore, in some occasions that promote communication, reduce unnecessary misunderstandings, and maintain a relatively balanced and peaceful state, he can appear openly and conduct negotiations and transactions as the leader of an unspeakable force.
Although Azathoth himself thinks of himself more like a mascot.
The main task was handled by Igor, Igor's subordinates and some devout believers of Azathoth (how did they appear? Even the god himself found it strange). Azathoth only had to stand there, which was enough to make many opponents dare not act rashly or even tremble with fear.
Perhaps the biggest problem plaguing the god these days is how to stop overly devoted devotees from kneeling down to kiss his robes and offering worthless sacrifices of jewels, wealth, cattle, and livestock in an attempt to please him.
I'd be happy if you just stayed here quietly, really.
Sometimes Azathoth couldn't help but want to express the complaints in his heart.
Williams smiled at Yuri without saying anything.
This may be the only believer who truly abides by the oracle of "Don't bother me unless necessary".
You are worthy of being my apprentice.
**
The next morning, because it was a day off, Yuri slept until noon before opening his eyes.
The moment he picked up the mobile terminal on the bedside table, he saw dozens of text messages sent to him by Wendy Sullivan: "Are you up? Are you up? Are you up? ..."
Yuri felt a headache. Since he was already very familiar with Wendy, he didn't bother to get up and clean up. He just lay down and sent her a voice call invitation.
Answer immediately.
Wendy's energetic voice rang out from beside him, causing Yuri, who felt he was middle-aged and elderly, to subconsciously duck to the side. "Did you read the headlines? I bet you didn't!"
Then your guess is better than Mr. William's... Yuri snorted and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"
"Still asleep? You and William... uh, never mind." Wendy said, "You know, I'm interning at Nixon's newspaper these past few days, right?"
"Didn't you join the anti-terrorist unit?" Yuri sat up suddenly. "I remember Igor arguing with you about this a while ago, although he finally compromised."
"That was over half a year ago, man," Wendy complained. "I've always wondered if your sense of time has stagnated along with your physical aging. I joined the army for six months because I wanted to do something with my abilities. Now that the bone is out of my body, and Hugo has custom-made a metal skeleton for me to connect my nerve signals, isn't it normal to realize my own value?"
"There's not necessarily only one way to realize your self-worth," Yuri pointed out calmly. "Although the God will not allow you to encounter serious accidents, given His promise not to actively interfere with the overall development of humanity and the safety of individual people, it's normal for Igor to worry about you."
"Although I've always believed that the so-called lack of initiative also refers to whether He wants to intervene..." Wendy scratched her head, even though Yuri couldn't see, "I think what you said makes sense. So yesterday I told my brother to temporarily intern with Nixon and try not to go to dangerous places."
"Igor might be worried that you'll encounter something like what happened to you more than a decade ago," Yuri consoled him. "Maybe he seems overly concerned at times, but I believe you understand."
"Yes." Wendy, who was already eighteen years old... or at least looked eighteen, nodded sadly. "I'm sorry for making him worry about me. I hope time can slowly heal the scars of the past."
"Of course I can." Yuri thought for a moment and asked, "I suddenly remembered what you wanted to tell me just now."
"Oh!" Wendy suddenly realized. "Newspaper! Today's headline! Did you take the Rossetti family's youngest son for a race last night?"
"……What?"
"Lyle Rossetti." Wendy smiled, twirling a pen in one hand and holding a communicator in the other. "He's the youngest son of a rising aristocratic family in the capital, about to marry an Omega. Doted on by his parents, he's worth over a billionaire at a young age, rich enough to rival an entire nation. But I heard his grandfather didn't want him to be a mere slacker living off his savings, so he forged an identity to get him into university. After graduation, he found him an internship at your clinic."
"Ah." Yuri's eyes widened a little. "It's him. I was wondering why I never heard him mention his last name."
"So what do you think of him?"
Yuri murmured ambiguously, "I don't like to gossip about other people."
"That's why we're not easy to get along with." Wendy touched her chin. "What happened to you last night has been reported in the newspapers. It started out as a fake pink story fabricated by a tabloid, but because Lyle Rossetti's identity was so explosive, even people at our newspaper are keeping an eye on it."
Yuri rubbed his temples: "I remember calling the police."
"Yes," Wendy said. "Everyone knows you're just an unlucky guy who happened to pass by, but some people want to make a different plot. I don't know how the Rossetti family will respond, so I just came here to warn you in advance."
**
"He's gotta be a liar—a criminal—a monster—and he ought to be in jail!" Lyle paced around the room in agitated anxiety. "Dad! Why can't we let the police arrest him?"
"Because there's no evidence." His father, Adams, an elderly but well-maintained Alpha, didn't pay much attention to his youngest son's request. Although he did dote on Lyle, how credible could the words of a fragile, clueless Omega be in a crisis situation? "Are you sure you saw him take out the restricted weapon with your own eyes?"
"Don't you know I'm a gun lover?" Even though it was just a case of Ye Gong's admiration for dragons, "I can clearly tell you the model of that high-energy gun he's holding! It's definitely not something an ordinary person can get!"
"Okay." Adams was still skeptical, but when he saw a bunch of Star Network tabloids using the 'Lyle Rossetti' name to write some disgusting stories, such as the one about his youngest son Lyle falling in love with a man he didn't know if he was a part-time worker or a criminal who escaped from some barbaric region, he still felt angry. "Don't worry, dear, you need to rest now. I'll ask my old friends and tell you the results of the investigation this afternoon."
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