Monarch Night

"And then these merits and captures are used to sustain the cultivation of the two of us."

Lame Hong Er smiled wryly, "Mr. Fang, you can investigate. Since I joined the Guardian Hall and became a deacon, the vast majority of my merits have been obtained this way."

Fang Che's mouth twitched.

Lame Hong Er lamented, "This little secret... you still discovered it."

Looking at this guy, Fang Che didn't know what to say.

Because what he said was the truth: he always received reports about Demon Sect demons appearing somewhere, and he could even depict their appearance.

As long as he took people there, he never missed once.

Every month's merits, though not at the top of the Steward Hall, always remained above average.

Especially in the past few months, the merits have soared.

Fang Che never understood what was going on, but now he understood.

It turns out this guy and his junior disciple opened a black market store together.

Fang Che was left both crying and laughing at the same time.

Did I catch one of my own after all this?

With a dark expression, he said, "Couldn't you just earn your merits like everyone else instead of engaging in these crooked ways?"

Lame Hong Er protested, "Mr. Fang, not everyone can be like you. My cultivation is insufficient, and I'm timid and afraid to die, but I still want to earn merits to gain resources."

"So I can only use some tricks... I do complete all my tasks without fail, and when it comes to capturing Demon Sect demons, I earnestly try my best... In fact, we share a salary for two people... me and my junior."

Fang Che was utterly speechless.

Despite his laziness, what he said made a lot of sense.

"It's not just me..."

Lame Hong Er revealed a shocking piece of news: "As far as I know, there are at least seven or eight more people in our hall doing the same."

Fang Che was at a loss for words.

Grimacing, he said, "Those poor Wei Wo Zheng Sect people who died at your hands... what an injustice..."

The things that Lame Hong Er mentioned had no investigatory value; because they were true, and a casual check of the records would show that over the years, 95% of his merits from killing Wei Wo Zheng Sect people were obtained like this!

The remaining half of the merits were half from daily accumulation.

The insignificant part was from assisting others in capturing demons...

"What's the deal with these two Jades?"

"The one on my neck was given by my mom." Lame Hong Er said.

"And the other one?"

"Uh... Ehem... Ehem..."

Lame Hong Er, looking embarrassed, said, "Uh... Five years ago, when Steward Huang passed, he left behind a widow and children having a hard life... I often went to help... Uh, uh, the sister-in-law gave me this..."

Fang Che's face turned dark.

No wonder it had the scent of fragrance on it.

"You really are a piece of work! Damn it!"

Lame Hong Er chuckled awkwardly, "This Jade Pendant... Uh..."

"Here you go."

Fang Che tossed him the Jade Pendant.

Lame Hong Er hurriedly caught it. One went back on his neck, and the other he tied with a string, put in his underclothes, and let it hang down.

"Where did you hang it?" Fang Che yelled angrily.

Seeing the position seemed off, the string was a bit long...

He just held it earlier and even smelled it... Fang Che felt disgusted and immediately raised his hand.

"Not in the pants! It's not in the pants!"

Seeing that Mr. Fang was about to hit him, Lame Hong Er hurriedly lifted his clothes and said, "It's here."

Fang Che looked and saw it was at the navel.

And the skin around the navel folded, enclosing the Jade.

Fang Che twisted his face, "This is..."

"When my mom gave birth to me, they cut the umbilical cord too much... the navel leaks wind... This was specifically given to me by the Huang Family's sister-in-law to round it off, just to cover it..."

Lame Hong Er quickly explained.

"!!"

Fang Che just couldn't hold it in.

With a speechless face, he kicked him once, released the cultivation blockade, and walked out with a dark expression.

The deacons outside watched as Mr. Fang came out looking grim, and to their surprise, Lame Hong Er followed behind him with an awkward smile.

Everyone was puzzled.

What happened?

Mr. Fang's face was so sour, and Lame Hong Er didn't get beaten? It's a miracle!

While they were pondering, they saw Mr. Fang turn around and give Lame Hong Er a good thrashing.

The crowd's eyebrows twitched, but they were relieved.

Now that's more like it.

Everything was back to normal.

...

"Distribute the task, patrol the streets, and search for Yemo's whereabouts. Remember, if you find anything, don't act rashly."

"Understood."

Each time at such moments, the people in Guardian Hall lamented about communication issues.

The Demon Sect, even their minor minions, could communicate instantly, but the communication jade at Guardian Hall required Emperor Level to activate with the soul.

This was a significant limitation for those at the base level of Guardian Hall.

They couldn't notify immediately.

No matter what signals, gestures, rocket signals, etc... nothing compared to the speed of their transmission!

After lamenting for a while, everyone went out to patrol the streets.

After a day.

The Guardian Hall caught six demon race people from the Demon Sect, engaged in fierce battles, and after six fights, the deacons had five severe injuries and twelve minor injuries. Thanks to Mr. Fang's timely arrival, no one died.

It was considered a commendable achievement.

Fang Che's mental realm stabilized significantly.

...

Off duty.

Fang Che went directly to the north of the city. After patrolling once, he quickly arrived again in front of that cave.

Looking at the dark cave, Fang Che's heart began to twinge with pain again.

He didn't go in.

Standing at the cave entrance for a long time, he bowed deeply.

Then he turned and walked silently to a place farther away, standing at a height, watching the distant cave entrance from afar, feeling that world-shaking spear intent.