The next day, Li Xin woke up, opened his eyes, and sat up, recalling the discussions at the Round Table Conference. The analysis by Cancer confirmed his intuition; in this case, number two was more likely involved in manufacturing Artificial Humans.

At this point, he needed to synchronize information with Christie. With two Demigods at the helm of the Hidden Power, it was better not to be reckless; after all, they weren't on the Night Patrol's turf in the Li Long Kingdom, and this matter certainly needed the intervention of the Earth Mother Goddess Court.

After understanding several links, Li Xin felt a bit relaxed, opened the window, inhaled the fresh air, felt a bit refreshed, washed up, changed into clean clothes, and went out to have breakfast, supporting old Morton's business.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw the Dragon Mother across the street hanging clothes. Upon seeing Li Xin, she suddenly had a grieved expression. Li Xin enthusiastically greeted her and quickly escaped; if not for his current status, he might be forced into an awkward situation.

Arriving at the market, he felt the bustling atmosphere. Although it was morning, the market was already lively, with people eagerly going about their business. The vibrant atmosphere was truly unique. Compared to many people in the Celestial Capital still struggling for survival, Hedan had much better minimum survival guarantees, thanks to its abundant resources.

"Brother Xin, what do you want to eat today?" a crisp voice said. Although still a bit shy, it was much clearer than before.

"Ah, ah, who is this, isn't it our little Mr. Morton? Long time no see," Li Xin laughed.

In the time that had passed, little Morton seemed to have grown taller and more handsome. He was already incredibly good-looking, and now with an added aura, the Grace Class sure was beneficial; living off one's looks wouldn't be an issue in the future.

"Brother Xin, what will you have, it's on me today," little Morton said.

"Then I'll eat a lot," Li Xin patted his stomach without hesitation, "I'm really hungry."

"You brat, you've met him, now quickly head to school. Everyone knows our family's meat is more than soup," old Morton said, patting little Morton's head. In fact, little Morton always waited for Li Xin every day, but Li Xin woke up later and later, while he had to go to school early.

"Boss, speak with a conscience. Only Mr. Xin gets more meat than soup; the rest of us are just amazed by your knife skills," an old customer said, holding a super-thin beef slice.

"Having food is a blessing; how can you compare with Mr. Xin!" old Morton retorted, then placed a prepared beef soup in front of Li Xin. Two fragrant golden naans were already sliced, and there was indeed more meat than soup.

"Boss, you keep this up, and this stall will go bankrupt sooner or later," everyone joked.

"Eat and shut up!" old Morton laughed heartily. Even if it went bankrupt, he would be happy.

Li Xin casually devoured his meal, paid the bill of 8 Hed, and thought to himself that eating like this would indeed lead to bankruptcy. He found the 8 Hed change and secretly slipped a Silver Lira in when old Morton wasn't looking, then strode back to the inn under the morning sun.

Upon returning to the inn, he first checked the situation to avoid getting caught by the Dragon Mother. Let the bullets fly a while longer; she might get distracted by others. However, he hadn't reached the door when he heard the Dragon Mother shouting from inside; gathering her screams might even make a sonic weapon.

…The owl should be sick. As an excellent Night Patrol, I should proactively report my work.

At 85 Mach 2 Avenue, Li Xin got off the carriage. He arrived a little early; some people from the Bird Society were already there, but the work atmosphere hadn't yet begun. Li Xin made his way to the editorial department; it hadn't started working hours yet, but he saw Christie's room light was on. Could it be she didn't go home last night?

Li Xin knocked on the door.

"Come in," Christie said. She had been busy all night but still appeared energetic. Seeing Li Xin brought a smile to her face, "You're here. I thought you forgot you were a Night Patrol."

"Ah, I was waiting for that owl to call me."

At his words, Christie couldn't help but laugh, "The Messenger is only used for emergencies. These spiritual ability creatures are quite troublesome. Would you like something to drink?"

"Tea, please. I want to replenish some vitamins lately," Li Xin said. Christie was a sister who understood the rhythm of communication well; she used to tease him when there was nothing happening, but now that something was up, she talked business—classic woman behavior, not appreciating what she has.

"Changing tastes, that's fine. I bought a fine tea for you, a specialty from Hedan." Christie took out a silver can from the drawer, which looked quite heavy, and then began boiling water.

Li Xin noticed the tea leaves in the can contained strange things, including... seahorse dry, "Ahem, sister, I don't need this, do I?"

"There's no harm in a little boost," Christie chuckled, "If I don't flatter you now, you might start looking for someone else."

Li Xin suddenly realized that it was probably Prince Achilles who sought him out. Rarely, Christie seemed flustered, though mostly acting. "Then sister, you must indeed please me; the benefits from His Highness are far better than those of the Night Patrol."

Just as he was about to retort, Christie had already pressed Li Xin into the chair and then sealed his lips with her warm, moist lips. At that moment, Master Li's composure instantly crumbled; his brain buzzed, and Christie had already resumed her tea-making, as if nothing happened. "So, tell me, how's it better?"

Li Xin was speechless; wasn't this cheating? Cultivating my inner self isn't going well; no, it's not me—it must be because my body is too young. After all, these are natural instincts, eating and reproduction included.

Just as he was about to strike back, he heard voices from the editorial department; some editors had arrived, so he had to give up. Watching Christie act nonchalant, he suddenly noticed she held the teaspoon backward.

"No way, my birth is for the Night Patrol, and so is my death. It's all for work," Li Xin quickly said, "When Simmons and Didia sparred, I lost a bet and promised to investigate the Inner Demon case. It's just what I wanted. I came to report my findings as soon as I had some."

"That sounds more like it." A happy curve appeared at the corner of Christie's mouth. Recently, the Hex Bird Report had achieved a massive victory over the Hedan Daily in the circulation war. After some investigation, it was initially thought the Anthony incident played a key role; however, the real factor securing the victory and expanding sales was this young man's Utopian Mountain Vendetta Tale. This novel created a massive stir among both nobility and commoners, popular across all ages.

Looking at Li Xin, no one could have guessed he had the potential of a great writer, nor that he could form connections with Achilles. He had quite a few secrets.

"Do you think I've gotten more handsome?" Li Xin struck a pose that was very 'middle school' from his past life.

"Just a little. Tell me some good news, and I'll share some with you later." Christie handed the revitalizing tea to Li Xin.

Li Xin stared at the peculiar brown tea, which also had strange things floating around, unsure if he could down it. "Why not give it to the chief? He seems to need it more."

"Oh?"

"Never mind, I'll drink it." Li Xin tried it, and the taste was surprisingly better than expected. It was quite fragrant, lacking any strange flavors, and indeed had a refreshing effect.

"With Achilles' support, I reached a cooperation with Travis to jointly investigate cases, making some progress." Li Xin recounted his findings from the previous day, and Christie listened intently, growing more serious by the moment.

"It seems that demigods are indeed involved, making the situation more complicated than anticipated."

"This matter is extremely dangerous. I think we should only identify the real culprit and leave the handling to the Funeral Attendant since it's the territory of the Earth Mother Goddess," Li Xin suggested. The dice's danger assessment was indisputable. If only providing information, it shouldn't be too risky, but facing the culprits directly, it would be a near-death scenario.

Christie smiled slightly at Li Xin, "This is our task, and the choice isn't ours to make. Isaac's notes are crucial; if you can get access, how much can you remember?"

Li Xin understood the Night Patrol's interest in these notes, given they involved Hidden Power; having more information couldn't hurt. "I'm not sure about the content's length. If it's extensive, remembering everything would be difficult; maybe I can find a way to retrieve it?"

"Don't take unnecessary risks. Such sealed items, even if Travis could lend it out, would certainly involve someone from the Church Court accompanying it."

"I understand. Achilles needs me now," Li Xin said. "Among the two sets of culprits, number two is very likely manufacturing Artificial Humans and plotting something significant."

"How do you know it's number two, not number one? It sounds more like number two is eradicating the strong and helping the weak?" Christie asked curiously.

"Yes, part of their work does intend to act for Justice, but that's precisely what exposes their ulterior motives. Otherwise, they wouldn't need to make it so refined, even more professional than number one," Li Xin explained. "About number one, sister, have you heard of a fallen branch of the Gourmet Association, the Dark Cuisine Association?"

A flash of disgust crossed Christie's eyes, and Li Xin observed, "Sister, have you guys discovered something?"

Christie nodded, still looking a bit surprised at Li Xin, "You do have some skills, finding out so much so quickly."

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