"Lu Ze, do you have a headache? Here's some medicine."
"I'm fine, I'm good."
"Then are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"
"I'm not thirsty either."
Lu Ze looked at Cecilia, who was fussing over him like an old mother, and smiled helplessly, "Alright, Cecilia, just sit down and relax for a bit. I'm perfectly fine."
He forcefully pulled his sister's arm and pressed her onto the sofa. Even after she sat down, she couldn't settle, constantly staring at Lu Ze.
Lu Ze knew why Cecilia was so concerned about him. According to his usual pattern, his period of lucidity was about to end. The old Lu Ze could only maintain a normal state for about a dozen hours at most, and then he would fall into terrifying illusions, screaming and going mad uncontrollably. At such times, he would need Cecilia's help to strap him down with belts, like a mental patient in a straitjacket, to lie still and prevent him from getting injured or hurting others.
But now, he felt that he probably wouldn't go mad again.
Because that illusory tide, similar to a cheat, could block the True Creator's whispers, and illusions and hallucinations related to the True Creator naturally couldn't form in his mind. In other words, from the moment he transmigrated, Luze Longdaoer was free from mental illness and became a normal person.
Next, all he had to do was live a good life with his sister and work hard to make money.
Lu Ze wasn't worried about this point.
Heh heh, the Transmigrator's three-piece set: inventions, plagiarism, and a new order, activate!
Wait, what the hell is Rosell?
Lu Ze's grand plans had only been brewing in his mind for a minute when related memories popped up, interrupting his fantasies. In this world, it seemed a fellow who was possibly a Transmigrator had already gotten a head start.
Rosell Gustav, a prominent figure from over 170 years ago, the great emperor of the neighboring powerful nation Intis. He "improved" the steam engine, "invented" various items, and "created" a large number of poems, plays, and novels. Almost all the famous literary works Lu Ze knew had already been published by him, widely circulated in this world.
The senior Transmigrator has already shown off all he could, what now?
The key is, Rosell isn't short on money either; his reason for plagiarism was to chase girls. How can I, who simply wants to earn money to support my family, compete?
Rosell, you old bastard!
Lu Ze felt as if he had suddenly fallen from the sky to the ground, his expression becoming stiff.
"Lu Ze, are you alright?"
Cecilia immediately noticed his abnormality and quickly grabbed his hand, asking worriedly.
"I'm fine."
Lu Ze snapped back to reality and patted his sister's hand. He quickly adjusted his mood. It's okay, Rosell didn't plagiarize all novels; as long as he investigated carefully and chose the right subject, he could still achieve something. At the very least, a comfortable life could be guaranteed.
Just as he was lost in thought, the door to the lounge opened, and Leonard walked in, holding a tray in each hand.
"Breakfast time ~"
He looked at the siblings, a brilliant smile on his handsome face, and placed the trays on the table. "The Captain is still busy; he needs to see you two later. Please eat something first and wait for him."
Lu Ze looked down and saw white bread, toast, and bacon on the trays. In a groove on one side, there was a steaming cup of coffee and a small dish of butter. The white bread was soft and inviting, the bacon perfectly fried, and the coffee continuously emitted a rich aroma.
He immediately felt a hollow sensation in his stomach. After a night of tossing and turning, and being scared, he was indeed hungry. He glanced at Cecilia and saw his sister's throat bob once, but she didn't reach for the food, instead looking up at him.
"Thank you."
Lu Ze smiled at Leonard, "We don't have to pay for the meal, do we?"
"Hahaha, of course not. This is all reasonably reimbursable."
Leonard seemed amused by his words and winked at Cecilia, but she lowered her head defensively. Seeing that teasing the little girl was unsuccessful, he didn't mind, merely shrugging his shoulders and turning to leave, "Just leave them aside when you're done; someone will come to collect them."
Only then did Lu Ze pull the trays closer to them, simultaneously taking the coffee. "Since he said so, let's eat. Be careful, the coffee is a bit hot."
"Lu Ze, you eat it all, I'm not hungry."
"Alright, alright, eat quickly."
At his urging, Cecilia carefully picked up a slice of white bread, examined it for a few seconds, then put it in her mouth. After just a small bite, her eyes sparkled.
"Dip it in some butter, it'll taste even better."
Lu Ze said with a smile. It was true; even when their parents were alive and their family was at its best, they only occasionally had white bread on holidays, not to mention the past few years of struggling to survive.
After settling Cecilia, Lu Ze also lowered his head to eat, dipping white bread in butter, making bacon sandwiches with toast, and occasionally taking a sip of coffee. As a Transmigrator accustomed to good food, he felt this meal was only mediocre. And he actually didn't like coffee, finding it tasted like sesame oil; he only finished it all because he was hungry.
By the time he washed down the last bite of bread with coffee, Cecilia had long since finished her breakfast. She let out a soft burp, looking a little embarrassed.
Lu Ze smiled at her, stacked the two trays aside, and then leaned back in his chair to rest.
Cecilia was only embarrassed for a moment before she started to worry about the future.
"Brother, when do you think they'll let us go?"
"The Captain will tell us when he comes later."
"That Siris is dead, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
His sister had been hiding in the lounge last night and still didn't know that Lu Ze had killed a second person.
"Self-defense, self-defense."
After finishing their meal, the two siblings were casually chatting when Dunn Smith knocked and entered.
"I apologize for delaying you two for so long." He politely apologized, "A mole in the police station was exposed last night, and we spent some time catching and interrogating him."
"That's alright. I wanted to ask, have you interrogated anything out of him?"
Lu Ze asked.
"Yes, we contacted the Punishers and the Machinery Hivemind in Tingen City, and following the clues, launched a full-scale pursuit of the Aurora Order." Dunn said, "From the results, the Aurora Order's influence in Tingen has been completely cleaned out."
Lu Ze's heart stirred.
"So, that means…"
"It can be considered that the incident is over."
Dunn knew what he wanted to say.
Lu Ze felt a sense of relief when he heard his affirmation, but then his tension immediately returned. Because next, they would have to discuss how to deal with him. Cecilia also became nervous, like a startled kitten.
In the quiet atmosphere, Dunn's gray eyes lingered on him for a moment before he said, "Mr. Lu Ze and Ms. Cecilia, you now have two choices."
There are still choices?
Lu Ze thought to himself.
"For survivors like you, especially those involved in situations with an evil god, it is generally recommended that you sever all social ties, change your name, and move to another city to start a new life, with protection provided by our organization. Especially since Mr. Lu Ze, you unexpectedly became a Beyonder of a dangerous Pathway, your supervision might be even stricter."
"How strict?"
Lu Ze asked subconsciously.
But Dunn just looked at him, not answering, yet it was as if he had already answered.
Damn.
Lu Ze thought to himself, licking his lips, waiting for Dunn to offer the second choice.
Dunn Smith saw his composed demeanor and couldn't help but smile slightly, then spoke solemnly, "As for the second choice, which I personally recommend more. That is, to join us and become a Nighthawk."
"…Huh?"
Lu Ze was stunned.
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