Chapter 465
Lord Shaer’s time would never be wasted on trivial matters.
“I bet the council members of Westminster District have had their fill of horse manure, not to mention the metallic debris polluting the streets.”
He quickened his pace, swiftly pulling out a yellowed copy of the Canal Daily, pointing at the headline: “Municipal Hall Annual Report: Cost of Steel Wheel Replacement Exceeds Stone Repair Costs of the Council Hall by Twofold.” That’s at least thirty thousand horse-drawn carriages for the whole of Ansu! A wheel needs replacing every six months—it's like paying tribute in gold pounds to rust!”
“And this,” he continued, “is my newly developed chrome-plated wheel…”
A salesman.
Shaer listened to him without responding, quietly absorbing the information.
It seemed he had been waiting here for quite some time, hoping to leverage his presence to meet Aivina, ensuring he could present these ideas to her.
He had heard that Aivina had access to substantial funds and was interested in finding projects to invest in, which was why he had come to wait.
Not just for the money, but also because of Aivina’s connections with the council… an uncle who was a Home Secretary.
“If you recommend this new technology to the council members and get them to pass some legislation to replace the old wheels… trust me, within three months, the cobblestones under your wheels will be cleaner than the Queen’s tableware!”
“If my invention can be implemented along with the relevant legislation, I can guarantee that just from the patent fees, you could earn at least 12,000 Su pounds a year… If Miss Aivina is willing to help me promote it, I’d be happy to license this technology to her for just half the patent fee!”
Selling patents, huh.
Shaer spoke up, “Give me your business card, and I’ll mention it to Aivina.”
“Thank you, thank you!”
The man hurriedly handed his business card to Shaer, repeatedly expressing his gratitude before leaving Shaer’s carriage.
Shaer took the card and handed it to Tara to keep.
Shaer had no real judgment when it came to business; he just needed to mention it to Aivina.
Tara glanced at the card casually and then scoffed.
“What’s wrong?” Shaer asked, looking at Tara.
Tara had seemed to harbor some hostility toward the man.
“The date on his business card is printed wrong,” Tara shook her head, pointing at the numbers. “You need to be cautious when dealing with unreliable people.”
“Saint Year 770…” Shaer looked at the embossed gold lettering on the card and smiled, shaking his head. “That’s just absurd.”
However, Shaer did remember the name on the card—Huo Leixiao Malin.
This was just a minor interlude while waiting, and Shaer quickly set it aside.
Before long, a maid hurried over to Shaer’s carriage, guiding the driver to navigate around the other waiting figures and leading Shaer’s carriage into the garden.
Shaer stepped down from the carriage, following the maid toward the study.
Knock, knock, knock—
The door to the study was opened, and Shaer walked in. The study was sparsely furnished, with rows of empty bookshelves.
Aivina, who knew Shaer was coming, seemed to have been standing by the window, away from the door, gazing outside without turning to look at him.
However, the indentation on the sofa where she had been sitting testified to her recent presence.
“Wait outside for me,” Shaer said to Tara, who had followed him in. After she stepped out and closed the door behind her, he walked straight toward Aivina.
“What do you want?” Aivina still didn’t turn around. She seemed to be sulking over earlier events; after all, it hadn’t been long since Shaer had come to find her.
Shaer stood behind Aivina, reaching out to gently wrap his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her left shoulder, and whispered, “Is there a place where no sound can be detected from the outside?”
“What are you planning?” This time, Aivina’s voice finally held a hint of emotion. She slightly tilted her head to the right, seemingly trying to distance herself from Shaer’s face, yet her body offered no resistance.
“I need to discuss something important with you,” Shaer said softly.
“…” Aivina bit her lip, looking somewhat disappointed.
She reached up, gently pushing away Shaer’s hand from her waist, then took his hand and led him deeper into the study.
“There are still many people waiting outside. Don’t you need to deal with that?” Shaer asked as he was pulled along. “I can wait.”
“Are those matters more important than you?” Aivina didn’t look back, simply leading Shaer toward a room inside the study.
The sudden sweet words caught Shaer off guard, and before he knew it, he was brought into the inner room.
It was a completely sealed space, with no windows and no ventilation, roughly the size of a small room.
Especially after the door was closed, the silence inside was so profound that one could hear a pin drop, and it seemed there hadn’t been time to install any lighting.
In the pitch-black darkness, Aivina slowly turned around and said, “Don’t let go… or I won’t be able to find you.”
“Okay.”
Shaer nodded, took a deep breath, and said, “Aivina…”
“Hmm…” Aivina responded softly, waiting for Shaer to continue.
“I need your help… to kill Qiangyin.” Shaer whispered.
“Hmm… what?!”
In the darkness, Aivina froze, seemingly unable to comprehend Shaer’s words at first.
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PS:
Failed to adjust my schedule! What a mess!!!
Today I’m rehabilitating and writing, tomorrow 8K!!!
8K! Or else I’ll be in trouble!
Good night!!!!
Chapter 246: Shaer… Is He the Saintess?! (8302 words)
“Kill Qiangyin… us?!”
Aivina tightened her grip on Shaer’s hand.
Even in the darkness where Aivina’s expression was hidden, the slight rise in her tone revealed her shock.
In Aivina’s mind, both she and Shaer were still cautiously trying to establish their foundations in Ansu City, waiting to grow stronger before gradually tackling various events one by one.
And now, just hours after waking from unconsciousness, Shaer suddenly said he wanted to kill Qiangyin?
Aivina held Shaer’s right hand with her left, while her right hand reached up, brushing against Shaer’s nose before sliding up to touch his forehead.
No fever?
What about his mental state?
Aivina’s pupils flickered with a faint dark purple glow, becoming the only source of light in the dark room.
Just as Aivina was about to delve into Shaer’s subconscious to explore his mental state, she sensed something was off.
Wait… Shaer’s mental state… why does it feel almost restored?
Earlier in the afternoon, Shaer’s mental strength was on the brink of collapse, teetering on the edge of breakdown. He had been unconscious since yesterday; if she hadn’t gone to him, he might have remained that way for much longer.
But just a few hours later… his mental strength had recovered? Even the previous pollution…
For a moment, Aivina felt as if she were peering into the mind and subconscious of a stranger.
The “Listener” pathway, especially the subsequent second-tier “Psychologist,” largely relies on spiritual and mental recognition to discern a person.
Such a drastic change in mental strength, to an extraordinary being of this pathway, felt like encountering a completely different person; the sources of pollution and distinguishing features that were once used for identification had entirely transformed.
However…
In Aivina’s exploration, she soon discovered.
The pollution hadn’t vanished… it had merely coiled up in a corner of Shaer’s mind, showing no signs of spreading further… as if something was suppressing it.
The moment she identified the source of pollution, Aivina’s heart gradually settled.
“What kind of sealing object did you acquire?” Aivina asked curiously.
In cases like Shaer’s, there exists a type of extraordinary item that can produce similar effects—“Substitute Saint’s Remains.”
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