Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 601: The New Envoy (Requesting Subscription)

Listening to Pei Yan's mockery, Little Friedrich's face grew paler and paler, until it finally turned into rage. Enraged, he supported himself on one leg and jumped up, roaring, "It's you! It's all because of you! I'll kill...!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Feiyang, who had regained his strength, swung a baseball bat at his intact knee. With the sound of bones shattering and a scream, Little Friedrich collapsed again. Jiang Feiyang stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and sneered, "Don't be in a hurry. I guarantee you will be the last of your family to die. Before that, we have many things to do."

"Bah!" Little Friedrich spat blood foam on Jiang Feiyang's face and said contemptuously, "Come on, do you expect me to kneel and beg like those spineless wretches? Dream on!"

"Then let's see." Jiang Feiyang sneered sinisterly as he stood up and looked at Peng Lang and Kong Lin, saying, "Help me take him back to the estate."

Pei Yan didn't know what kind of torture Little Friedrich underwent after being taken to the estate's basement. He only knew that when he saw him hanging from the high pole again the next day, there were no visible external injuries, but he looked as if he had aged decades, with a vacant expression and drooling, completely losing his previous arrogance.

It was only much later, at a dinner gathering, that Pei Yan learned from Kong Lin that Jiang Feiyang had offered two months' salary to keep him around for assistance. With his healing abilities, his only task that night was to repeatedly heal Little Friedrich's injuries so he could endure the next round of punishment. As for the specifics of the punishment, Kong Lin refused to say a word.

That night, all the townspeople tossed and turned, unable to sleep amidst the wails of the special team members.

On the same night, the second special team from the Holy City arrived at the refuge.

Strolling the streets, Xila looked with interest at Pei Yan's handiwork, while Fritz Samikina and Bailang followed closely behind the woman, attending to her cautiously.

"You've finally succeeded," Xila sighed, standing under a high pole, looking up at Dieterma, whose limbs were broken and mouth stuffed, struggling desperately upon seeing her. "A noble mid-level being like him hanging here like a slaughtered pig, Fritz, don't you think this is a humiliation to our clan?"

"My Lady, they've committed crimes deserving of this punishment—harming allies, breaking alliances, aban—."

"Ha!" A cold laugh interrupted Samikina's speech. Xila took out a silk handkerchief, wiped the thick blood droplets off her face that had fallen from the high pole, then raised the handkerchief to her nose and sniffed. Smelling the faint scent of blood, her face, illuminated pale and cold by the bright moonlight, gradually showed a flush of excitement, "Ah! The scent of fear and despair. I'm increasingly looking forward to meeting my dear brother."

Hearing this, Samikina, standing behind the woman, shuddered. Unlike Bailang, who's merely afraid of her status, he knew very well this woman's temperament — erratic, bloodthirsty, and hard to pin down. From the moment he learned that the second envoy was her from his brother, Fritz had been anxious, unsure of the true intent of the Demon God in sending such a capricious envoy, let alone whether what she said was true or false.

"Alright, I won't spoil the trump card you worked so hard to grasp." Sensing the odd look in Samikina's eyes, Xila casually tossed the silk handkerchief aside and continued, "And don't pretend in front of me. Do you think what you and your brother did can be hidden from my father?"

"Are you saying the Demon God permitted all this to happen?" Bailang, unable to contain his excitement, asked.

"Do you think I'd take over a month to arrive here, having set out with a few emissaries and little convoy?" Xila glanced mockingly at Bailang, "It's a test for both sides. Unfortunately, the Friedrich Clan sent a fool, and you won! Alright, take me to rest! Tomorrow, I still have to meet that brother of mine, whom I've never met!"

The next morning, at the Investigative Office dining table.

"Hey, what made you think of such a lousy idea? Even if it's to show off, can't you hang the guy a little further away? Geez, that wailing all night kept us from sleeping!" Wang Wenze yawned, sipping millet porridge, and complained.

Pei Yan, receiving a bun from his sister and sitting down, mumbled while eating, "Don't come to me for this. Go find Old Jiang; he's the one who went berserk in the dungeon. I only carried out his orders! By the way, where are Old Jiang and Old Kong?"

"Old Jiang spent the entire night dealing with that brat. He hung him up on the high pole at the front gate this morning and is now in confinement, writing a review," Peng Lang got up, grabbed a bag of preserved vegetables, and poured it onto the plate in front of him, continuing to say, "As for Old Kong, I guess he's too disgusted to eat, gone back to his room to nap."

"What did you guys do to him? The screams from the basement were eerie, and when I went out this morning to see Little Friedrich, the kid was ruined," Zheng Jiaru, who lived nearest to the basement, complained discontentedly.

"Uh! You better not know." Peng Lang paused with his chopsticks mid-air, shook his head, and said with an awkward expression.

At this moment, Xia Yu, standing by the window with a bowl of porridge, spoke up as she looked at several figures stepping off three carriages parked at the estate's entrance, "Samikina and his men are here, and they've brought some unfamiliar faces this time."

"Do they do this on purpose, arriving just at meal times every time?" Wang Wenze quipped.

Pei Yan glanced down at his watch and smiled, "You can't blame them. Who tells us to sleep in! Eating breakfast that's neither breakfast nor lunch at ten o'clock. Alright, since they're here, let's go outside to greet them. Get dressed properly; I'll have my mechanical doppelgänger tidy up here."

"Given the relationship, do we still need to greet them outside? Can't we just let them in directly?" Xia Yu asked in confusion.

Pei Yan explained while straightening his uniform, "The group that arrived today came into the town last night. As soon as they entered, my surveillance system detected them. Although their conversations were restricted, so I could only see their images, not hear the sound, judging from Samikina's deferential manner, they should be bigwigs from the Holy City. I hope no more trouble arises this time; otherwise, I'd have no desire to stay in this wretched place."

Outside, the blazing sun continued to shine down on Pei Yan, standing in the garden and leading the welcoming party. He put on a formulaic smile and patiently listened to Samikina introducing the accompanying members one by one, feigning great interest and exchanging pleasantries with each. Watching those unfamiliar family names he'd never heard of being proudly and haughtily uttered by the other party, Pei Yan felt he was becoming more adept at saying hypocritical phrases like 'It's an honor' with each passing day.