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At the same time that Li Nuo was searching for his mission target, inside a reception room on the second floor of the banquet hall...

The heavy door blocked out the noise, creating a peaceful atmosphere inside the room.

A servo-skull offered a handkerchief to Voges.

The elderly Governor took the handkerchief to wipe his sweat and walked, panting, to the high-backed chair, where his only descendant, Tidor, was.

"Hoo~ I'm getting old, my mind isn't as sharp, and my body feels like it's failing."

Voges rubbed his aching knees, a hint of helplessness on his face:

"That speech just now felt so strenuous, I'm glad you were here with me."

Tidor appeared cold in front of outsiders, but only showed obvious emotional fluctuations when facing her closest relative.

She gently massaged her father's shoulders and back, her face full of concern, and said softly:

"Dad, you're just tired. You can leave the banquet and auction to your ministers and the representatives of the various families."

Voges shook his head and raised his right hand, spotted with age spots, to gently pat his daughter's hand. His eyes filled with a complex expression of worry and expectation:

"My child, this banquet is for you. It brings together the local talents and the visitors from beyond the stars who are friendly to our family. I'm old, and my greatest wish is to see you happily married."

Voges paused for half a second, adding a touch of earnestness and gentle urging to his tone:

"While I'm still here and can make decisions for you, choose a suitable husband for yourself as soon as possible. I don't want to take regrets to my grave."

Tidor's heart felt heavy, her nose tingled, and she squeezed her father's hand, comforting him softly:

"Dad, don't say that. You can still have several rejuvenation surgeries. I'll always be by your side. I'll choose carefully, and you must take care of yourself too."

"Good, good, good." Voges smiled with relief, the old age on his face fading slightly. He changed the subject and said:

"I think Osges is good. Although he is a descendant of a branch of our Voges family, he is more than three generations apart from you, so he's not a close relative. Among the peers of many families, he is the most outstanding. The age difference between you two isn't large, and you should be able to find common topics and hobbies..."

Tidor muttered:

"I don't think Osges is suitable for me. He's too weak."

"Weak?" Voges pondered for a moment, trying to understand his daughter's meaning:

"Are you saying that you want your future husband to have a more prominent background than our Voges family? Let me think, there seem to be a few gentlemen present who meet your requirements."

"No, Dad, you misunderstand." Tidor pursed her lips and revealed her most honest thoughts, "The strength and weakness I'm talking about refers to a person's ability to protect themselves."

Voges was caught off guard by this answer and was stunned for half a second:

"Self-preservation? My daughter, are you talking about personal martial prowess? No matter how strong a person is, they can't defend against macro-cannons and light lances fired at them. You should first consider the other half's intelligence, background, and experience."

Voges lectured subconsciously, his expression becoming somewhat stern.

Tidor pouted, turned her head, and mumbled in response:

"But my future husband will be assassinated. If he isn't strong enough himself and lacks extraordinary self-preservation skills, how can he be my husband?"

His daughter's stubbornness made Voges puff out his beard in dissatisfaction.

"Of course, the Governor will be assassinated by malicious people, otherwise, what am I raising so many Governor's Guards for? With the protection of the guards, assassins can't possibly harm the Governor. I am a living example."

"But what if the assassin is a member of the Governor's Guard, Dad? When the people who are supposed to protect us raise their butcher knives against us, we can only rely on ourselves."

Hearing this, Voges wanted to refute, but stopped himself.

Voges suddenly realized that what his daughter said seemed to make sense.

He was the eldest son of the previous head of the Voges family, and his ascension to the position of Governor was legitimate, without any resistance, and everyone was convinced.

But Tidor's future husband would be different. He would be rising to power through a woman.

The hive city nobles would not be convinced, and many people within the Voges family would also be unconvinced. He would face many, many malicious intentions.

The Governor's personal guards possessed the direct bloodline of the Voges family and were unwavering in their loyalty.

But the remaining members of the Governor's Guard either had no blood relationship with the Voges family or were descendants of branches more than four generations apart from Tidor.

These people were very likely to be bewitched and become puppets of the masterminds behind the assassination of the Governor.

Thinking about it this way, Voges felt that his daughter's criteria for choosing a husband were reasonable.

His son-in-law would definitely face more assassinations, attempted assassinations, and poisonings than he did.

After becoming the Governor, he would not lack reputation, status, or wealth, and daily work could be handed over to Tidor and the ministers. The son-in-law only needed to maintain the proper loyalty to Tidor.

Only the individual's ability to protect themselves was the biggest weakness.

If the son-in-law couldn't withstand the underhanded tactics of the opponents, then his daughter would probably become a widow as soon as she got married.

"Child, after thinking about it carefully, I agree with your point of view. It's my fault, I overlooked some fatal details. You are now like a magnificent treasure, everyone wants to possess you... If... If you were a boy, that would be great. Oh no no no, that's not what I meant. I mean, I should have put more effort into procreation when I was younger."

Voges accidentally said the truth and quickly turned his body to explain, fearing that his daughter would have a little emotional outburst.

When he was young, he focused all his attention on developing the hive city and the family. He didn't know how many rebels he had killed to protect the family's interests, and he didn't think about having a descendant until he felt like he was about to die.

Fortunately, fate sent Tidor to his side.

Voges made a suggestion.

He wanted Osges to ask a bio-sage to personally perform a series of genetic modifications to greatly enhance his personal martial prowess and self-preservation abilities.

That way, Osges would meet his daughter's criteria for choosing a spouse.

Obviously, the old father favored Osges very much, and he was almost willing to pay out of his own pocket to have the other party undergo genetic modification.

A communication request entered the room.

Voges glanced at the data slate on the table and pressed the connect button:

"Delton, is there an emergency?"

"Yes, sir, it's best if we talk in person. I'm at the banquet site now."

"Then come to my reception room." Voges hung up the communication.

"Knock, knock, knock." A knock sounded, and the Governor's Guard's voice came from the loudspeaker at the door, "Sir, Delton is here, do you want to see him?"

The person about to enter was her father's head of intelligence, and Tidor planned to avoid their confidential matters.

"Child, wait." Voges stopped his daughter, pressed the button on the table, and said to the guard outside the door, "Let Delton in."

The guard opened the door, and Delton entered the room, wearing a silk robe of a Terra merchant, the pseudo-skin on his face had been removed, revealing his true face.

Voges gestured to Tidor:

"This is Delton Maltz, my most trusted subordinate. Stay and listen, child. You also have to start understanding some less glamorous matters."

"Okay, Dad." Tidor sat down to the side, curiously looking at this head of intelligence she had heard so much about.

"Speak, Delton, what is it?" Voges picked up his pipe and filled it with tobacco.

Delton nodded to Tidor, and his opening words were shocking:

"Osges is suspected of conspiring with three illegal merchants in the VIP lounge, attempting to purchase the corpses of the unfortunate in large quantities from the cold trade prevalent in the Misty Nebula."

Illegal merchants, cold trade, buying corpses, and the unfortunate.

Any one of these words was enough for the Imperial Department of Justice to impose a heavy sentence.

Tidor covered her mouth and let out a soft gasp.

Voges' right hand trembled, and the tobacco spilled on the table. The blood in his body rushed to his brain, and his old face turned red all at once.

He knew Delton's character and background very well, and every word he reported was absolutely true.

The young junior he favored was secretly plotting such a rebellious thing!

"You... you..." Voges gasped for breath, and the pipe in his hand fell to the table with a clang.

"Dad." Tidor rushed to her father's side.

Delton was also taken aback by the Governor's reaction, fearing that the other party's fragile brain would be squeezed by blood pressure.

The brain cannot be perfectly replaced with artificial creations, and is the only part that rejuvenation surgery is helpless to.

Delton quickly took out the data slate to call a doctor.

Fortunately, fortunately, Voges held on.

"No, Delton, don't let anyone in. Tidor, sit back down." Voges slapped the pipe on the table, supported himself on the edge of the table to stand up, and stared into Delton's eyes and asked:

"Besides you, who else knows this information?"

Delton replied:

"There is also an agent under my command, his code name is Kang Wen, his real name is Li Nuo, you should remember him."

"Let him, forever, shut up, understand?" Voges spat out the heavy words one by one.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and could only cover his forehead and lean on the table.

Tidor sat back in her chair. When she heard the name "Li Nuo", a look of recollection flashed in her eyes, and she quickly remembered some things she had encountered in the treasure house of the lower hive.

Hearing that her father was going to silence him, Tidor stood up with a whoosh:

"No, Father, don't kill him. Let me talk to him, he owes me a favor, he will definitely agree to keep it a secret!"

Voges' intracranial blood pressure soared, and his eyes turned red.

He felt his mind turn into paste, and a cold and great voice was saying something to him.

He glanced at his daughter, who was eager for him to show mercy, and then looked up at Delton.

He couldn't figure out where the voice in his head came from, whether it was his daughter speaking, or Delton, or whether he was hallucinating.

A few seconds later, the cold voice gradually faded.

What replaced it was a thorough understanding.

"He... walks among us..."

Voges' voice was blurred, and others could not hear what he was saying.

"Dad, are you okay? Sit down, your blood pressure is rising, it's dangerous." Tidor helped her father sit down, wiping his sweat, handing him water, and feeding him medicine.

Voges swallowed the blood pressure control pills, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

"Delton."

"Sir, I'm here, please give your instructions."

"I want you and my personal guards to escort Osger to his father, and tell Jiaming Voges exactly what happened. Also, give the scan results of the three illegal merchants to Guard Team 7. As soon as those three leave the manor, Guard Team 7 will immediately arrest them. As for Leeno…"

Voges originally wanted to say, "Only the dead are trustworthy."

But seeing the pleading look in his daughter's eyes, Voges, who had always been decisive for the sake of the family's interests, softened.

"Ah, forget it. Delton, tell Leeno to keep his mouth shut and not let anyone know about our family's scandal."

"As you wish, sir, please take care of yourself." Delton bowed slightly and turned to leave.

The door opened and closed, and the reception room became quiet.

Tido packed the tobacco into the pipe, lit it, and handed it to her father.

"Dad, I believe Leeno will help us keep the secret. I won't personally go and persuade him."

Voges took a puff, and his thoughts became clearer:

"Child, you just said Leeno owes you a favor? When did that happen? He's just a dirty work agent, how could he have anything to do with you? …Wait, are you smiling?"

"Uh? No, Dad, I'm not smiling."

"Is that so?"

The slight upturn of his daughter's lips made the old father understand something.

As someone who had experienced love, marriage, and most stages of life, Voges knew very well what his daughter's faint smile foreshadowed.

Voges understood and didn't say much.

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He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts churning, and a unspeakable plan emerged in his mind.

His daughter hoped that her husband would be strong enough to protect himself, enough to withstand assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, and murders.

How strong is strong enough?

A test will show.

…

…

"Conwen, have you found those three illegal merchants?"

The encrypted communication came from the communication beads in his mind. Leeno reached into his pocket and pressed the button to transmit the scan results:

"Sir, I've found their whereabouts. I just finished the scanning work and didn't arouse their suspicion. The scan results show that their biological characteristics are not in our database. They are genuine uninvited guests. I'm sending you the scan results now."

"Well done." Delton emphasized:

"Remember, watch your mouth and don't talk about Osger's matter, otherwise even I can't save you."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

A male servant passed by with a tray, and Leeno took a glass of wine from him, looking back while pretending to drink, secretly delighted.

The three illegal merchants were gorging themselves around the dining table, with a lot of food packed up and ready to take back and enjoy.

Leeno secretly placed an orc spore, similar to sand, into the collar of one of them.

This spore was named "Growth-Restricted Orc Reproductive Spore" by Leeno.

It is the ultimate product of fungal simulation, an orc spore with very slow growth and development.

It has a dense chitin membrane on its surface, extracted from a species of ascomycete that can grow in the desert.

This membrane can isolate air and moisture, and the expiration date is 180 days according to Terra time. The higher the air humidity, the shorter the expiration date.

Within the expiration date, the growth rate of the orc spores is reduced to about 0.2% in the hive environment, which is almost equivalent to stopping development.

180 days should be enough for these three illegal merchants to return to their territory, right?

Biometric results transmission complete.

Delton gave an order to stand by on the spot and then went silent.

Leeno sat down in a remote location, holding a book introducing the human customs of Epimethius.

As of now, he has confirmed that there are no people infected by the Bone Drinkers on the scene.

This shows that the spy infected by the Bone Drinkers was created by Osger through some means, and it is only an occasional phenomenon, which does not mean that Epimethius is terminally ill.

There's no need for me to pack up and run away.

The stone in Leeno's heart finally fell to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, it was 8 p.m.

The Ghost Mushroom auction begins.

Guests from all sides are eager to show their skills at the auction.

The auction site was in full swing and was not disturbed by the front gate of the manor.

The first item to be auctioned was the root system of the Ghost Mushroom, weighing about 500 kilograms, which can be used to make 100 bottles of standard-sized Ghost Potions.

In terms of the value of the potion alone, the transaction price of the Ghost Mushroom will not be less than 50,000 Throne Coins.

In fact, 50,000 is just the starting price.

The root system of the Ghost Mushroom can continue to be cultivated, and the potential value far exceeds 50,000.

Price competition quickly entered a white-hot stage, and the latest bid has soared to 350,000.

Several powerful buyers competed to bid, and no one would give in.

More people were watching the show and whispering.

Leeno turned on vibration sensing to listen to the discussions of the people around him, which were basically centered on how to solve the nutrient problem.

Many people reported that they had received reliable news from the Pinnis family that a batch of legal corpses would soon appear on the market through family channels.

No need to worry about the nutrient problem, just bid!

This should be the strategy of the Pinnis family.

They charge a 10% commission according to the transaction price, so naturally they have to find ways to raise the price of the Ghost Mushroom.

Leeno seriously suspected that there were shills among the people who insisted on bidding, and more than one.

The three illegal merchants finished their meal, picked up the packed food and got up to leave, becoming the few guests who left the auction.

Seeing that they were leaving, Leeno couldn't help but frowned and activated the encrypted communication:

"Sir, the target is about to leave, should I follow them?"

"Sir?"

"Sir?"

"Hello?"

Strange, why is no one answering me?

Leeno thought for a while and chose to quietly follow the target, but not leave the range of the manor's main building.

The three of them walked slowly, looking like they were full.

They strolled through the main entrance of the banquet hall and walked towards the exit of the main building.

Leeno stopped at the corner near the main entrance and called Delton again, but still received no response.

Okay, the more you do, the more mistakes you make, it's better not to do anything. Let's stop the tracking here.

Turning his eyes, Leeno found the staircase leading upstairs and came to the outer corridor on the second floor.

From here, you can overlook the manor gate and see clearly which direction the three people went after they left.

If Delton asks, I can give an explanation.

It was night, and artificial moonlight cast light columns in the corridor.

Leeno stood in the shadows, his body hidden behind the window frame, only showing half of his head to observe the three illegal merchants.

These three people didn't drive.

They arrived at the manor gate on foot, seemingly wanting to take public transportation to their destination.

Within five seconds after they crossed the gate, a large group of transport vehicles rushed out from the roadside.

What's going on?

Is someone launching a surprise attack at the governor's manor gate?

The transport vehicles stopped in front of the three illegal merchants, and dozens of figures rushed out of the vehicles.

At the same time, the manor gate quickly closed, blocking the three's retreat.

Obviously, this was a capture operation against illegal merchants, with extremely high confidentiality, and even Leeno had no right to know.

Just as the illegal merchants were about to be caught, a strange scene appeared.

The lassos, electric nets, anesthetic needles, electric shock bombs, dazzling rays and other things fired by non-lethal weapons actually passed through the bodies of the three illegal merchants and fell to the ground.

Then, the bodies of the illegal merchants and the things they carried with them all quickly transformed from solid to virtual, turning into shattered bubbles and disappearing into the air.

"Damn…they are psychics…"

A cry of surprise came from the front gate of the manor, and the crowd rioted.

Leeno was a little dumbfounded.

They…they just ran away like that?

What is the origin of the group responsible for the capture?

They feel a bit weak.

For a time, Leeno didn't know what to say, anyway, it wasn't his fault.

He withdrew his gaze from the window and continued to watch the auction at the banquet hall.

I hope Delton keeps his word and doesn't let me frequently participate in high-intensity combat missions.

Isn't it better to do business and make small money in the upper hive?

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