Sitting on the sofa in the villa, listening to Zongzi Brother’s constant snoring, Chronicle couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

The experiences of the day had left him feeling exhausted.

He took out the envelope that Yan Lou had given him from his pocket and glanced at it. Inside was a thick stack of agreements.

With a quick scan, he found that they were all promises.

Basically, if he was willing to transfer to First High School, he would receive benefits such as materials, resources, money, and a “car” house.

For the next few decades, as long as First High School didn’t decline and he was still alive, various guarantees and supplies would continuously be provided.

“Looks good,” Chronicle said, casually throwing the agreement aside.

He wasn’t someone who would be blinded by short-term benefits. Even if the conditions offered by First High School were good, they couldn’t compare to Uncle Dong.

That was a “general.” Anyone with a bit of common sense would know what those two words meant.

“A top thigh,” Chronicle thought.

Although Su Wen and Fan Lei didn’t perform well, in terms of their positions, they were still the top few in the city.

But in Uncle Dong’s eyes, they were just two useless and pathetic individuals.

And when Su Wen mentioned Uncle Dong, he had a look of reverence on his face.

From this, it could be seen that Uncle Dong’s strength and status were unmatched in the current Land of Peach.

Although he didn’t understand why Uncle Dong chose to retire in a city like Land of Peach, which didn’t have good conditions in all aspects, he didn’t bother thinking about the thought process of these big shots.

Just cling to the powerful.

“I don’t even know who the new principal of Third High School is, and the information about First High School is not reliable…”

Chronicle thought to himself, picking up the agreement that he had just thrown on the sofa and throwing it into the trash can. “Not worth joining.”

“Mainly, it’s too stingy. Such a big envelope, but not even a few thousand dollars or a few materials inside. No sincerity at all.”

After saying that, Chronicle yawned and stretched lazily, heading upstairs:

He still had to go investigate the nearby 【Shenglong Midnight Smiling County Government】 tonight, so he needed to rest well and replenish his energy.

“Goodnight, Zongzi Brother.”

He said lightly, waving his hand at the coffin in the hall.

“Hehaha…”

Zongzi Brother’s hum was low and muffled, as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet.

Chronicle was about to say something when he suddenly received feedback that Zongzi Brother was on the verge of leveling up. He instantly swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

“Zong… Brother, rest well,” he said softly, turning around and walking up the stairs, a smile on his face. “Sleep well, it’s a blessing. Young people should sleep more!”

Should he say it or not, this world is really unfair. Many Card Spirits risked their lives and spent decades, but they didn’t necessarily have the opportunity to level up.

And Zongzi Brother just ate and slept, living a more comfortable life than Chronicle, a Card Craftsman. He only lacked playing games on a smartphone inside the coffin, and he would level up easily.

“A cheat device for cultivation, what kind of protagonist treatment is this.”

Chronicle couldn’t help but complain. With Zongzi Brother’s skill and characteristics, it was hard not to suspect that it was actually the protagonist of the card world.

“Hehe…” Zongzi Brother agreed.

Chronicle chuckled at the sound, turned around, and went upstairs to rest.

At the same time, Uncle Dong, who was standing in front of the villa, glanced at the agreement in the trash can and his mouth curled up slightly.

“Not bad, kid.”

He muttered under his breath, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, pinched off the filter with two fingers, raised his hand to light it, and took a drag.

Just as the smoke rose and the door light shone, illuminating his face intermittently, he waved his hand, wiping away the traces he had left.

He took out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and as he walked and spoke, he didn’t mince his words. “Kid, arrange the students for me.”

“Uncle Dong, the recommended spots are limited, it’s a bit difficult…” the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone seemed hesitant.

“What? Uncle Dong has retired to the second line, so his words don’t carry weight anymore?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged man immediately changed his tone. “I dare not, I dare not. If Uncle Dong speaks, I’ll do it, I must do it!”

“Don’t try to earn my favor. After working in the government for a few years, you haven’t learned anything good, only these disgusting things.”

Uncle Dong said, furrowing his brows. “Get the job done quickly, or else you can quit too!”

“I’ll do it right away, right away.”

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the energetic and handsome young man on the screen, muttering to himself, “Chronicle…”

…

“Cough… What a strange smell, it’s so unpleasant.”

A few hours later, Chronicle woke up from his sleep.

What woke him up wasn’t the alarm clock he had set, but a strong stench.

“It’s like the rotten pork that hasn’t been sold in the summer market for a long time, thrown into a stinky garbage can… It makes people want to vomit…”

Chronicle coughed twice and opened his eyes, only to see the whole room filled with a dark green mist.

“What’s going on?”

Just as he was puzzled, a wave of joy came through his consciousness—Zongzi Brother had broken through tonight!

“So fast!”

Chronicle said excitedly.

This was a completely unexpected joy for him.

However, no matter how strong the excitement was, it couldn’t suppress the physical discomfort.

He grabbed the English platform that had appeared by the bed, which was squatting there, constantly waving its small hands, trying to help him dispel the stench. Chronicle put on his shoes and rushed outside.

“Phew, finally alive.”

Looking back at the tombstone villa emitting green smoke, Chronicle took a deep breath of fresh air.

“I can’t stay in this house tonight. Fortunately, I slept for a few hours, so I’m not that tired now.”

Chronicle said to himself, raising his wrist and looking at the time. “8:30 in the evening… Not too early or too late, just right.”

With that, he raised his hand and summoned the figures of Seven Brothers and Eight Brothers.

After adjusting his own state, he held the map and headed straight for the direction of the ghost nest marked on the map.

On a chilly autumn night, the moon was cold and the mist was cold.Walking through the forest, they occasionally spotted a few animals darting past.

Yingtai held a longbow in her hand, her gaze following the movement, looking eager to try.

However, it seemed she was worried about delaying Chronicle’s important tasks. After blinking her eyes, she finally hung the longbow on her back.

“After we clear out the ghost nest, I’ll let you have a good hunt,” Chronicle promised from the side.

Up to now, he still hadn’t figured out Yingtai’s leveling logic.

Reading? Falling in love?

“Both seem a bit unreliable.”

But no matter what, satisfying her personal preferences was always right.

Maybe if she was in a good mood, she would “level up” just like Zongzi brother.

“The young lady shouldn’t be so dismissive.”

Yingtai blinked, not quite understanding what Chronicle meant.

However, through his expression, she sensed the offensive implication of his words and couldn’t help but show a bit of “annoyance”.

But the thought of being able to hunt soon made her happy in less than two seconds.

(End of the chapter)