Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1031 - 98: Different Perspectives in the Eyes of Others

Time rewinds back to an hour ago.

Li Mumu was leisurely savoring the cream of mushroom soup from the Cavendish family.

Xia Yubing had come back to life, and she no longer had to worry about the serious matters herself. This felt good.

She felt she had fulfilled her duty of sisterly love. Dragging those two corpses around made it impossible to escape, so she had no choice but to give them medicine.

Su Ya was a sensible and good child. Originally, Li Mumu was prepared for her to report to the police and then have a confrontation. Unexpectedly, the girl not only didn’t call the police but also made a phone call to bring her family over.

The Cavendish family has been a high-ranking noble of the United Kingdom for hundreds of years—around here, a couple of centuries essentially count as a profound historical legacy with unshakable roots.

They are also one of the top rulers of Avalon at present.

The family’s matriarch, Lady Cavendish, is seventy-two years old this year. She once served as the court manager under the previous Queen Victoria, not only a witness of that golden era but also a creator.

Such an ancestral figure was surprisingly brought over with a single phone call from Su Ya.

She wanted to keep a low profile, pretending to say something like, I’m just an old granny who spoils her kids...

But among the attendees were three Eastern Witches, a Great Sage of the Mechanical God Sect, a Mountain God from West Spring Mountain, and a Special Service Bureau Containment Department Chief—all experts in politics. Just from her self-introduction, they knew this old granny had an extraordinary identity.

It’s the same old foxes. What’s this Liaozhai trickery you’re trying to pull on us?

Thus, Xia Yubing communicated with the old granny in an official capacity, while Shen Qingxi and Li Mumu sat honestly on the side, eating the food brought over and watching the show.

The reason Lady Cavendish appeared here is simple: it wasn’t because of some out-of-control intelligent mechanic, but because these foreigners were too resilient, and until now, they hadn’t been eliminated.

Not only had they not been eliminated, but two were resurrected.

Politics is the art of compromise. When you can’t solve your enemies through war, you must seek other means to resolve the issue.

The old granny came to play the good cop.

Avalon isn’t an impregnable fortress; most of the mechanical facilities inside the shelter were designed to ensure stable societal operations, preventing the Temporal Tides, not an apocalyptic wave of corpses.

It can’t withstand the turmoil caused by outsiders.

Some people want to drive these outsiders into Avalon’s core area, naturally, there are also those who don’t want them to enter.

If you mobilize troops to encircle and suppress them, it’s fine if you catch and execute them. But what if you can’t catch them?

Lady Cavendish, having survived from the previous era, remembered certain tragic lessons very well.

Thirty years ago, similar yellow-skinned, black-eyed outsiders arrived here. At that time, Avalon hadn’t existed yet, and they almost blew up all of Lanton.

Among them was a Demon Lord who held the seditious authority.

Another claimed to be a Magician, but in reality, was called an "Immortal" named Xiao Tingyun.

Of course, the new generation of young people have never even heard of Xiao Tingyun’s name, because ignorance breeds fearlessness.

They dare to do anything.

"Don’t worry, I will personally send you out."

Lady Cavendish’s words were meant to reassure Xia Yubing, but who really needed reassurance was unclear.

She had ample confidence, believing those intelligent mechanics wouldn’t attack her.

Although it’s uncertain where her confidence stems from, since the other party had already promised, Xia Yubing didn’t dwell on these details.

The problem of Asmod could be resolved through diplomatic means later.

First, get us out of here, so everyone’s happy.

But not everyone is happy.

They are in the middle of the situation, without a full understanding of the event, and lacking complete information, making it hard to deduce the current status.

They didn’t know that at the same time, three outstanding agents from Tianmen City were inside the Imperial Academy of Sciences, stealing the latest research results from Professor Maxwell.

They were also unaware of the explosion at the Guardians’ Association Headquarters, the identity of the criminals, or what exactly they had stolen from the vault.

Including the commotion they caused themselves, what kind of conclusion will be drawn in the eyes of someone else who is aware of all three incidents?

Chief Prosecutor James Cromwell was filled with anxiety at that moment.

And it was a dual internal and external mental pressure.

His most beloved younger son, Robin, was found dead in the morgue of the Guardians’ Association Headquarters.

He knew exactly what crazy antics his reckless younger son had been up to lately.

As one of the most outstanding members of the family’s new generation, Robin not only excelled academically but also had no bad habits—he didn’t drink excessively, squander money, attend silver parties, or do drugs...

The only issue was his mad obsession with intelligent mechanics.

It wasn’t the kind of liking other kids have for mechanical maids; his obsession was with the internal logical systems of computers.

In other words, he had fallen in love with the artificial intelligence within the steel shell.

This wasn’t actually a big deal; during the Age of Exploration, many captains regarded the mechanical navigators on their ships as wives, or considered their ships as wives and navigators as daughters.

In a place where catching syphilis could become fashionable, such niche interests not only wouldn’t be discriminated against but were considered quite artistic and elegant.

The problem was that the one he fell for was an artificial intelligence among the Mathematics Transgressors.

The queen of all intelligent mechanics.

Actually, this was okay, as long as the queen didn’t mind—which she didn’t. She enjoyed chatting with Robin, taking him out like a pet dog.

But what did that matter?

To the Cromwell family, this was fortunate.

Whether the queen in reality or the one inside machines, being able to form an alliance or even just having a relationship was beneficial.

The Cromwell family didn’t mind, but other families might not feel the same way.

Upon hearing Robin was found dead in the morgue and that the only identifiable person on the scene besides unknown outsiders was the little daughter of the Cavendish family, Su Ya, the Chief Prosecutor instantly realized the motive behind this was far from simple.

Furthermore, at the same time, the vault at their headquarters was blown open.

It wasn’t a Bank; of course, there would be no Gold in the vault.

The valuable information and intelligence stored by the Cromwell family regarding the exploration of the New Continent were apparently burned in the explosion... or were they taken?

How can I not think too much?

This is a deliberately planned murder with political undertones! And a blow against the pro-openness leader, the Cromwell family!

Realizing this issue, the Chief Prosecutor immediately set off to the location of the Mathematics Transgressor. In this unclear enemy and friendly situation, the Cromwell family urgently needed the support of their one definite ally.

It wasn’t about politics, but about love.

"Esteemed lady, Cromwell seeks your assistance."

"Of course."

Located deep in the core computer room of Avalon, the massive computer emitted a low hum due to the high-speed operation of the cooling fan.

"Happy to serve you."