Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 358 - 43: The Beautiful Sanctuary Stronghold (Major Section)_4

The people living in the fortress didn’t need to worry about the overly strenuous mining labor, nor about their income.

Even though the mining proceeds shouldn’t have been substantial, it was clear that Pyramid Fortress never worried about this issue.

People could still live a beautiful life within the fortress.

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When Song Que returned to Pyramid Fortress, it was already night.

The Lu Chao’an family naturally invited Song Que to join them for dinner.

Occasionally, they would chat with Song Que about some of the local customs of Pyramid Fortress.

"I visited the mining area today, and Lord Zhuo is indeed quite outstanding. It’s true that there are the talented working alongside the common folk in mining. This is something unimaginable in other fortresses," Song said.

"Yes, you must believe that Lord Zhuo is our savior. He has led Pyramid Fortress through many reforms. Not just in mining—people here live in peace and happiness, with kind hearts, and the crime rate is also very low," Lu Chao’an explained about Pyramid Fortress, the gratitude on his face didn’t seem feigned.

Song Que finally stopped obsessing over the fortress’s peculiarities and started discussing various interesting facts about different professions with Lu Chao’an.

As the lord of the first fortress and a top student in the chosen trials, Song Que’s insights and perspectives were significantly stronger than the average person.

Lu Chao’an also received many pointers.

The entire family was very grateful to Song Que.

Late at night, it was time to sleep and rest.

Madam Wu lullabied the children, telling stories for a long time.

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After Lu Ming fell asleep, Lu Chao’an and Madam Wu exchanged some sweet nothings.

As a gentleman and a bachelor, Song Que really didn’t want to hear any conversation that could disrupt sleep or harm the body.

But it couldn’t be helped, as the sound insulation was poor at the lower levels, and his senses were particularly sharp.

Fortunately, nothing inappropriate for children occurred, and later, Madam Wu actually went to a different room.

Song Que found it strange, why would such a happy family sleep in separate rooms?

But he didn’t pay too much attention to it.

Lying in bed, Song Que began to recall the day’s experiences.

Although he always felt something was off, after careful consideration, he chose to believe in the goodness that he saw.

He stopped at suspicion and did not speculate with malice.

Was it possible for his fortress, other fortresses, to become like Pyramid Fortress in the future?

The experiences in Pyramid Fortress gave Song Que no small shock.

Humanity could live so beautifully within a fortress, which probably was every lord’s dream when they first took their post, right?

[Hehehe, you really are an idiot.]

The sudden voice in his mind made Song Que pause.

Song Que furrowed his brows.

"I remember we made an agreement that you would not interfere with my thinking until we encounter the evil individual I want to remove."

He didn’t make a sound; communicating with the personality in his mind only required thought.

[You are already bound by your narrow and pitiful sense of justice. In this investigation of Pyramid Fortress, there are evil people everywhere, not a single innocent soul within the fortress, yet you turn a blind eye,] the voice in his mind taunted.

"What are you talking about? The people here are warm and hospitable, each one naturally kind-hearted."

[Hahahahahaha, Song Que, you truly are foolish. You have the same intelligence as I do, yet you allow yourself to be constrained by expectations that seem beautiful but are actually naive and foolish.

Do you really fully trust this fortress?

Does a world truly exist where everyone can be happy? Don’t be naive. Whether it’s before entering Pyramid or after, human survival always depends on the happiness of the strong built upon the misfortune of the weak.]

"Shut up! What are you trying to do? If you want me to put on a mask and harm these innocent people without any evidence, I won’t agree," Song retorted.

[Tsk tsk, I appeared for a reason; I am another you. You must acknowledge that without the constraints of justice, morality, rules, emotions, and so on, I can see a world that is more real than what you see.]

The somber voice spoke again:

[Your investigation has ended. As Song, you indeed noticed some useful information, but you failed to understand it. It’s time for me to investigate.]

Song Que was stunned.

After a few seconds of silence, the voice in his mind reappeared:

[Come on, put on the mask. You’ve been carrying it, so you must have considered it, right? Deep down, you still have doubts about this fortress, don’t you? But your approach won’t yield the answers.]

Song Que remained silent.

Only the echoing, faint laughter filled his mind.

After a long while, Song Que said:

"Do not kill anyone."

[Impossible, our agreement was not to kill the innocent, but here, not one person is innocent.]

Song Que opened his prop bag and changed into a different outfit; he held the mask but didn’t put it on. Instead, he stood in front of the bedroom mirror and spoke coldly,

"Do not kill anyone. I don’t want to say it again."

[What a bore, how can I be the same person as you? It must be your pitiful sense of justice that makes you so dull, birthing me in the process, right?]

Song Que didn’t respond, just staring stubbornly at the face in the mirror. Discover hidden tales at novelbuddy

After a long time, the voice in his mind compromised.

[Boring! Truly boring! Fine, I promise you, I won’t kill anyone, but let me be clear, my methods are hardly genteel.]