Chapter 105
Chapter 105: Medal of the Judge
“Should I agree?”
To be honest, he didn’t really have any reason or necessity to refuse.
Although he was already a member of the Emperor Sequence Organization, that didn’t mean he had to hang himself from a single tree.
However, Ye Qiyan still wanted to struggle a little bit.
“I still have a guild.”
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to belong to only one faction. If you don’t like it, tell me the name and I’ll help you quit. If those people aren’t willing, I’ll go and reason with them.”
Hearing Zhao Xi’s words, the image of Shaya and Zhao Xi pulling each other’s hair quietly popped up in his mind.
Although it felt quite interesting… Never mind, he didn’t want to get caught up in the battle between two women.
Pulling back his thoughts, Ye Qiyan raised his eyes to meet Zhao Xi’s gaze.
“Can you tell me the reason? I don’t think there’s anything particularly special about me. Come to think of it, Train Captains stronger than me are everywhere in this Solomon City.”
Zhao Xi poked her own cheek, chuckling as she swung her leather-booted calves.
“You’re right. It’s precisely because the Hunting Mechadragon is with you. I don’t care what you do, and I don’t care what you become. I only need you, who possess the Hunting Mechadragon, to join my Inquisition. No, or rather, join me.”
“Why?”
“That dragon is even more special than you imagine.”
Zhao Xi patted her own meager chest.
“Rest assured, I won’t do any snatching, because I couldn’t snatch it anyway. Even less will I interfere with what you want to do. I won’t even leak your identity in the Inquisition. Whether you join some guild or whatever faction, I just need you to help me with a favor in the future. Are you satisfied with this answer?”
Ye Qiyan didn’t continue digging deeper, because he knew very well that asking further wouldn’t yield any more answers.
What she wanted was the Hunting Mechadragon. Trading the identity of the Inquisition for a favor that he could completely ignore or even refuse—this deal wasn’t bad at all.
“I can’t guarantee whether I can really help you.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Then, should I call you Lord Chief Judge?”
“Hmph hmph, no need. You aren’t actually going to work in the Inquisition. Hmm~ Just call me Zhao Xi. I don’t care.”
Ye Qiyan returned to the Train, feigning the illusion that the system was still inside the Train, pressed the correct option, and updated the faction row in his personal information column.
[Faction: Emperor Sequence Organization / Solomon City Inquisition]
Walking out of the Train, Zhao Xi had already run up to Zhao Lin, who was hiding in a corner.
Clearly shorter than the other person, she nevertheless continuously rubbed Zhao Lin’s cheeks with her hands.
“There’s a very strange smell on you, making people somewhat reluctant to get close, yet also somewhat wanting to get closer. Hey, Ye Qiyan, have your little girlfriend join my Inquisition too.”
“We are friends, not that kind of relationship.”
Ye Qiyan felt it necessary to explain. Actually, if he really had to say it, they weren’t even considered friends; a transactional relationship just didn’t sound as nice, that’s all.
“It doesn’t matter. Anyway, she listens to you in everything.”
Pinching Zhao Lin’s cheek, before Ye Qiyan walked over, she jumped up to sit on the roof of the Train. Clearly, she was very aware that her height wasn’t suitable for staying on the ground, as that would make her appear lacking in majesty.
Although for this brief moment, Ye Qiyan didn’t feel any majesty of a Chief Judge from Zhao Xi at all.
Zhao Lin, squatting on the ground, cautiously raised her head. Seeing Ye Qiyan walk over, she subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.
“Brother Qiyan, sh-should I agree?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Then…”
She took out the Japanese flip phone she had gotten from Shangguan Yingxue from her pocket and pressed the yes option.
Zhao Xi, sitting on the roof of the Train, pulled out two somewhat different medals and threw them over.
“Take these.”
[Medal of the Judge]
[An identity medal representing a Third-Rank Judge of the Solomon City Inquisition. Holding this item allows one to enter the upper district of any city to purchase items above Level 4.]
[Medal of the Judge]
[An identity medal representing a First-Rank judicial personnel of the Solomon City Inquisition.]
The two medals were different. The one in Ye Qiyan’s hand was more exquisite, with a pattern of an inverted spiral sword, while Zhao Lin’s was just a bullet.
“This is the identity medal of the Inquisition. Wear it on your body, and others will know you come from the Inquisition. Those lackeys in other cities won’t make things difficult for you.”
Zhao Xi changed into a more comfortable posture, yawning, seeming somewhat tired.
“Jeez, saying so much in one breath, so noisy…”
She reached out and pulled out a ringing phone from her portable space.
Pressing the answer button, a woman’s voice instantly rang out from the other end of the phone.
“Lord Chief Judge! People from the Emperor Sequence Organization have attacked the order Court!”
“Oh, that Monroe Gina has already been driven away by me.”
“It’s not her!”
“Ha? Impossible. I only smelled the scent of one terrorist member in the city; I remember their Mental Power scent very clearly.”
“It’s true! War, Astrology, and, and the Divine Dragon! They have already broken in and are about to enter the Altar where order is stored!”
“Oh, then hold on and don’t let them enter the Altar.”
“Zhao Xi! The lords above made you Chief Judge precisely to protect order! Hurry back, we simply can’t—”
“Shut up! So noisy!”
The voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.
“L-Lord Chief Judge…”
Zhao Xi’s expression gained a bit more coldness.
“I’m busy, don’t bother me.”
With a crisp sound, that phone shattered right on cue.
Zhao Xi changed into a more comfortable posture, looking at Ye Qiyan as the expression on her face returned to how it was just a moment ago.
An unclear meaning flickered in those azure blue eyes.
It seemed she had no intention of rushing back.
order, Altar.
Ye Qiyan knew very well that people from the Emperor Sequence Organization were snatching that Order Card which influenced Solomon City.
But he also knew very well.
This wasn’t the real purpose.
According to Monroe Gina’s words,
this activity belonging to the Emperor Sequence Organization was to release something sealed beneath Solomon City.
Going to the upper layer now to snatch that Order Card was probably also to draw fire for breaking the seal.
Speaking of which, wasn’t what he was doing right now also a form of drawing fire?
That Charlatan Zhu Xingtu told it to come to this city—could it be precisely for this moment?
“Is it really okay for you not to go back?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s even better if that card is lost, saving me from having people screaming things like Sloth and order in my ear every day. It’s so annoying.”
Zhao Xi let out two resentful, soft hmph sounds, then turned her gaze to land on Ye Qiyan’s face.
“Remember, in the future, if you encounter any questions related to the Hunting Mechadragon, you must contact me. I will help answer them for you.”
Jumping down from the roof of the Train, Zhao Xi walked away without looking back, leaving one last sentence before departing.
“Next time you want maintenance, don’t come to this kind of place anymore. You probably don’t know, but in this space, I smelled the scent of that woman who confronted me in the air earlier. The one who lied to you should be her.”
