I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 398: Devotees’ Fanaticism

Song Shihui listened to the report on the phone and then looked at the screen on the monitor.

“That… is he going to visit the feast witches that he transferred to us over a month ago?” He had heard the report and even met those feast witches and that Mr. A.

How should he put it…

These people gave him a strange feeling.

They seemed to have adapted to the life of the Empire, and the various systems and laws were well-coordinated.

They even took the initiative to cooperate with the Empire and reported the assassin who had sneaked into the Empire.

However…

Song Shihui understood that these people had never changed.

They still had the same thoughts and ideas in their bones.

The only difference was that they were ordered by that person to integrate into the Empire and obey the Empire’s system and laws.

Therefore, under his orders, the witches who did all kinds of evil in the Land of Qin and Kunlun State became the kindergarten teachers of the Empire, and the extremely vicious Mr. A became an enthusiastic volunteer.

Now, this person chose to ‘visit’ before leaving Jiangcheng City.

What was his intention?

Song Shihui sank into deep thought.

Compared to his predecessor, Song Shihui’s contact with this person was undoubtedly much less.

Up until now, they only had one contact.

Moreover, they didn’t establish any positive interaction.

This was very deadly!

It seemed that the time of this shift was approaching, yet there wasn’t any opportunity like Situ He’s.

Song Shihui couldn’t help reflecting on himself.

“Help me check…” Song Shihui said, “When is the target’s flight?”

Soon, he got an answer.

On the 10th at 10:35 AM, Imperial Capital Airlines Flight 3321, Gentleman’s Cabin.

Song Shihui frowned.

“Gentleman’s Cabin?”

The ranking of imperial flights was very clear.

According to the ranking, from high to low, they were: Scholar’s Cabin, Bachelor’s Cabin, Gentleman’s Cabin, and Discount Cabin.

This Gentleman’s Cabin was actually the elegant name for the civilian cabin.

And he quickly found out that this was the cabin that had just been changed.

From Scholar’s Cabin, it was moved down to the Gentleman’s Cabin.

The operation was directly sent from the imperial capital.

Song Shihui used his own background to find out the operator: Zhang Hui.

In addition, he also saw the remarks from the background: after passengers board the plane, the cabin will be upgraded to Scholar’s Cabin.

This operation, which was like taking off his pants and farting, made Song Shihui’s eyebrows slowly lock together.

“No wonder… No wonder…” he sighed slowly.

He finally understood why he couldn’t establish a positive interaction with him.

Look at his operation!

It really scratched his itch.

This proud ancient God wanted him to play in this mortal world as a commoner.

So…

He had many quirks.

He often did useless things like taking off his pants and farting, for example, when handing over the feast witches, he had to say that they were ‘poor people’.

He was lying through his teeth!

There were many similar operations!

So, if one wanted to have a good relationship with him, one had to be like him!

“D*mn it!” Song Shihui sighed, “My shift is almost over!”

The candidate to replace him had been chosen.

The major-general of the Blackguard, Ning Qinghong, was in charge of the Xisong Kingdom.

He was a rare general of foreign species in the history of the Blackguard.

His real body was a swan!

…

The taxi took a few turns on the city road and finally stopped in front of a street.

“Young master, this is Welfare Road!” The driver said.

Ling Ping’an nodded and took out his phone to scan the code. Then, he carried his cat and got out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw many signs on the walls and railings of the street.

Among these signs, the two most repetitive ones were: “The world is the king’s land, and those leading and guarding the land are the ministers!”

The Emperor had the world, so how could he not save it just because of a single piece of water?

Ling Ping’an looked at it and shook his head, “Devotees are crazy!”

Speaking of which, the current Federal Empire had already turned many things into entertainment.

Confucius, Mencius, Duke Zhou, and Duke Zhao could also be teased.

Even the Emperor could make up a joke collection.

However, this was not the case in the ‘world’.

Ling Ping’an had heard that insulting Confucius in Xinluo was illegal and could lead to jail.

And slandering the Emperor was even more likely to result in life imprisonment.

In Fusang, there was a longevity festival, which was the birthday of the Emperor.

In Siam, the law stated that criticizing a saint was the same as slandering the Buddha.

This saint included Confucius, Mencius, Duke Zhou, Duke Zhao, and the previous Emperors of the Empire.

The Siamese believed that the Emperor of the Federal Empire was the reincarnation of the Buddha, and the King of Siam was the reincarnation of the disciple of the Buddha.

The Kingdom of Ceylon boasted that it was the border to ‘resist the barbarians’.

It even used the lesson of the destruction of the ancient Khotan Kingdom to unite everyone.

In the Kingdom of Ceylon, slandering the late sage was punishable by death!

Therefore, some people joked on the internet that if the people of the Empire went to these countries, everyone would probably have to go to prison to properly repent for their crimes.

Ling Ping’an was no exception.

After the refugees from these countries entered the Empire, all sorts of news had appeared.

For example, last year, a foreign student publicly declared at the opening ceremony that the air in the Federal Empire was sweet.

What was more interesting was that the Gonghe Party’s approval rating in the foreign countries was higher than that of the Datong Party.

This was a very strange phenomenon.

The Gonghe Party was clearly the one who refused to increase the independent kingdom of the Federation.

However…

The support rate of the Gonghe Party in the various foreign countries was higher than that of the Datong Party for a long time.

One could only say that the human heart was really complicated.

Ling Ping’an walked along this street and followed the navigation of his phone as he walked forward.

Soon, he arrived in front of a white building that was six stories tall.

He raised his head and saw the symbol of the Federal Empire’s royal family hanging on the outer wall of the building.

There were many incense burners with incense sticks in front of the stairs of the building.

From time to time, passers-by would run to a small store next to the building and buy a few incense sticks. They would then worship the dragon flag and the portrait of the Emperor hanging on the building.

Ling Ping’an looked at them and pursed his lips.

He walked into the building, followed the instructions, took the elevator and went straight to the fifth floor.

Then, he walked to a corridor and saw a plaque in front of him: Chang’e Kindergarten, Jiangcheng City, Federal Empire.

The sound of children playing could be heard.

Ling Ping’an smiled and walked over. He walked to a window sill and looked at the classroom inside.

It was called a classroom, but it was actually a playground.

A few young teachers were playing with thirty or so four or five-year-old children.

They were having a great time.

Ling Ping’an watched from the side and was also very happy.

Suddenly, a teacher in the classroom turned around and saw him.

The teacher’s eyes suddenly lit up, and the rims of her eyes were red.

She staggered to the window and bowed deeply, “Young master! You’re here!”

Ling Ping’an smiled at her.

His eyes slightly curved under the lens.

He knew that this person was probably a member of the circus that night?

So, he nodded, “Mm… I came to see you…”

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