Happy times always pass quickly.

When Loren snapped out of his screen-induced trance, it was nearly dawn.

He smacked his own head in annoyance.

“I actually forgot about the main business…”

He wanted to get up, but in the end, he chose to continue lying on the large bed in the bedroom.

“Forget it, I have nothing to do for the next ten-plus days anyway, browsing the forum a bit longer is fine…”

After comforting himself with this thought, Loren gleefully continued watching the various parties’ embarrassing histories.

At daybreak, the verbal brawl that had lasted several hours finally ended.

Not because the fight was over, but because the sun was up.

These night owls, long accustomed to prowling in the dark, needed to go busy themselves with confronting the “Federation.”

Because the Security Bureau people started their shifts during the day.

Loren also put down his portable computer with satisfaction.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he silently pulled out that Federation Coin from his chest pocket.

“Since I can’t find answers on the forum, I’ll have to use my own methods to seek the truth.”

He tossed the Federation Coin into the air.

“Is there a massive power behind the Digital Currency Bank? If yes, heads.”

The coin landed, and to Loren’s surprise, it was tails.

The Digital Currency Bank was not backed by a massive power…

“This is interesting,” Loren murmured to himself.

He tossed the coin in his hand again. “Are there multiple massive powers behind the Digital Currency Bank? If yes, heads.”

The coin landed, heads!

Oh? So there really were multiple massive powers behind it. Loren stroked his chin, pondering.

This matter was getting more and more intriguing…

The Federation Coin was tossed into the air by Loren once more.

“Was the Digital Currency Bank founded by a force within the Federation? If yes, heads.”

Tails!

It was not founded by a force within the Federation.

“This is even more interesting…” A glint flashed in Loren’s eyes;
he smelled conspiracy.

The Digital Currency Bank, which almost covered the entire underground black market, was actually not founded by a force within the Federation.

After lowering his head and pondering for a long time, Loren tossed the coin again.

“Is the birth of this Digital Currency Bank a conspiracy? If yes, the coin shows heads.”

The coin flipped several times in the air before landing.

Heads! It was a conspiracy.

“Heh, as expected, rats of all levels can’t wait to jump out,” Loren chuckled softly, not surprised by this answer as he had already suspected as much.

“Then, will this conspiracy affect me? If yes, heads.”

The coin was tossed up and fell again.

Tails! It would not affect Loren.

Seeing this, Loren sneered and shook his head in disappointment.

“Can’t even affect me? You guys aren’t very capable, rats behind the Digital Currency Bank…”

Feeling somewhat disappointed, Loren put away the Federation Coin in his hand.

Since it had nothing to do with him, it wasn’t interesting anymore…

Loren lay on the large bed, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

“Stay alert, Raven.”

“As you command, Master!” Raven, on the other side of the large bed, raised its right little wing in a salute, looking like it was in a good mood.

Then, with his eyes closed, Loren asked seemingly casually:

“Studying psychology knowledge again?”

“No, Sister Annie Bell is telling a story about being harassed by an annoying fellow.”

“Oh? Tell me about it.” A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Loren’s mouth.

“She opened a clinic in the Central Star Domain, right? Recently, a guy with psychological problems found her.”

“That guy wants to die all day long, but because his physical body is quite strong, he’s tried various methods and never succeeded.”

“Then that guy set his sights on Sister Annie Bell, hoping she could finish him off from the psychological and spiritual side.”

Hearing this, Loren became interested.

“And then?”

This kind of amusement wasn’t common…

“She couldn’t finish him off;
instead, she got pestered by that guy.”

“That guy stood still and let Sister Annie Bell attack him with her psychic ability for three hours.”

Loren opened his eyes, turned his head sideways, and voiced his question to Raven.

“He still didn’t die?”

“Mmm, to be precise, the guy even seemed to enjoy it. In Annie Bell’s words, he basically treated her like a free masseuse.”

“Annie Bell didn’t charge a treatment fee?” Loren remembered her claiming her fees were very expensive.

“That guy is ridiculously poor. You couldn’t find a single Spirit Stone on him. He just wears a pair of tattered pants, walks barefoot, and is so poor he can’t even find a shirt for his upper body.”

Loren: “…”

“That guy’s mind isn’t quite right either. Not only does he not pay for treatment, he also blocks Annie Bell’s path punctually every day, only leaving after she hits him for three hours…”

“If Sister Annie Bell doesn’t hit him, he just follows her, never leaving her side.”

“Only after Annie Bell has hit him for a full three hours will he leave on his own…”

After listening to Raven’s description, the expression on Loren’s face was quite strange.

Loren didn’t understand, but Loren was greatly shocked.

Indeed, once humans have brains, they always do strange things…

Serves you right for coveting my Raven, your retribution has come, Madam Annie Bell…

After silently chuckling to himself a few times, Loren contentedly closed his eyes again.

Clearly, this little bedtime story Raven told had put him in a very good mood.

“Goodnight, Raven.”

“Goodnight, Master, although it’s already morning now.”

—————

Federal Calendar 7708, October 22nd, evening.

Having slept soundly the entire day, Loren naturally woke up on the large bed.

After going to the washroom alone, he put on his newly purchased black coat and, with Raven, walked out of the lounge, knocking on the door of the adjacent lounge.

The door opened, and Ayla Morningstar poked her head out, looking extremely cute, and asked:

“What’s up, big brother? Do I have to go sit in that Portly Man uncle’s office again?”

That form of address would make that Retab Collin very sad… Loren silently thought.

“No, I’m taking you to eat.”

“For the next ten-plus days, I probably won’t be going out.”

Loren explained to Ayla Morningstar.

“Ah? But big brother, the castle restaurant’s food is terrible, I don’t want to go…”

A look of conflict appeared on the little one’s face.

Clearly, that chef at the castle restaurant had made a huge impact on her young heart…

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