Federal Calendar 7708, November 27th, morning.

Main City of the Radiant Flow Star Domain.

A tall man with a cold, imposing aura calmly stepped out of a transit hovercar.

“Sir, please take care.”

A farewell from the driver sounded behind the man.

Loren extended his right hand behind him, gave a symbolic wave to the driver, then unfurled the broad black wings on his back.

With a gentle flap, Loren soared into the sky, flying towards the location of the Interstellar Hunter Association.

Judging by Loren’s attitude towards that driver, he was in a rather good mood at the moment…

Having safely returned to the Radiant Flow Star Domain, Loren was quite satisfied with this trip to the Silver Radiance Star Domain.

Assassinating Councilor Huck was a commission with exceptionally generous rewards, and the process itself was full of interesting twists.

Most importantly, he had also unexpectedly accepted an even more lucrative commission from Ms. Carnina.

Although the commission to destroy the Ferros Family was something Loren wasn’t planning to tackle just yet, the payment from Ms. Carnina was something he had already received in full.

He only needed to wait until next autumn in the Beastkin Star Domain, and Loren could secretly head to the Heritage Site to obtain the sacred relics of the elven race.

“The Spring of Life” and the “Tree of Life”—things that would make even many Gods covetous—were, in the days before the elven race’s decline, only said to exist in legends, sacred artifacts that no outsider was allowed to lay hands on…

It was only in this era, now that the elven race had almost vanished without a trace, that these two sacred relics were left abandoned in a forgotten Heritage Site, unattended…

This gave Loren a sliver of an opportunity.

“Master, I must remind you, the elven race was once an extremely powerful race within the Star Realm.”

“Although we accidentally learned the location of the elven race’s Heritage Site, that place is not so easy to enter…”

“Judging from some ancient records about the Beastkin Star Domain, those long-eared elves with bad tempers once stood at the pinnacle of magical civilization…”

Flying through the sky, Loren asked absentmindedly.

“Raven, what’s your take on this?”

Meanwhile, Loren was contemplating his next steps.

Right now, there was still over a month until December 31st, and the Spirit Stone deficit needed to advance to Legendary Rank was only a little over ten million short…

Just one and a half more well-paying commissions would be enough.

Having already consumed 21.78 million Spirit Stones, Loren only needed to consume another 18.22 million Spirit Stones to gather enough for his next advancement!

And currently, Loren only had 2.02 million Spirit Stones left on him.

Of these, 450,000 Spirit Stones were won from Hans and his robots during the card game.

The other 1.57 million Spirit Stones were spoils obtained only after teasing and eliminating that Legendary Agent from the Security Bureau.

Loren calculated the Spirit Stone deficit in his mind…

“Stop calculating, Master, we’re currently still short by 16.2 million Spirit Stones!”

Loren was taken aback and unconsciously stroked his chin. “So we’re only that short now…”

“You damn master, listen to me properly!!”

Raven’s roar echoed in Loren’s mind.

“Spirit Stones can be earned anytime! At worst, we can just take on a few more commissions!”

“But the Tree of Life and the Spring of Life are once-in-a-lifetime opportunities!!!”

To this, Loren replied in his mind with considerable nonchalance.

“Raven, my intuition tells me that advancing to Legendary Rank and that special stone slab are more important to me…”

Hearing Loren’s words, Raven fell into a rare silence.

“That important?!”

“Mhm.” Loren nodded with great certainty.

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier, Master?”

“You didn’t ask either…” Loren shrugged.

Raven: “…”

“Oh, right. My intuition also tells me you can start learning the written language of the elven race.”

Loren’s voice drifted eerily from the depths of his own mind.

After a moment of quiet silence, Raven’s roar erupted again:

“Have you forgotten, I haven’t finished learning the Federation’s network communication technology yet?!”

“I’m going to report you to the Federation’s Animal Protection Association! You damn master!!”

Hearing Raven’s furious cursing, a smile that was a bit too sincere appeared at the corner of Loren’s mouth.

“Who told us that during our advancement to the Fourth Stage, the Wisdom component went to you? I’m helpless too, Raven. You know I sympathize with you…”

“Damn you, Loren! Now you’re even teasing your own bird?! Your personality is getting worse and worse!!!”

“Then let’s discuss that oil painting you made of me while I was sleeping on the starship, Raven…”

Loren’s tone was teasing.

“Uh… Dear Master, so you weren’t asleep after all?”

Raven’s attitude did a complete one-eighty, his voice carrying a hint of obsequiousness.

“No, I was indeed asleep. But after I woke up, my intuition told me I’d better take a peek at your memories…”

“Oh, and Raven. Could you explain to me what ‘The Federation’s One Hundred Dangerous Challenges You Must Attempt’ and ‘The Federation’s Ten Absolutely Dangerous Places’ are, please?”

As soon as Loren finished speaking, a distinct snoring sound arose from the depths of his mind…

Raven, knowing his misdeeds were exposed, began a forced act of sleeping.

As long as you bury your head, you can avoid everything…

To this, a rather subtle smile appeared at the corner of Loren’s mouth.

“Stupid bird, that oil painting is for your eyes only. If it accidentally leaks out, you’re dead, you know…”

The snoring in his mind instantly vanished!

“Yes, sir! Dear Master! I knew you were the best!”

“So you weren’t asleep? Let’s talk about those ‘One Hundred Dangerous Challenges’ then?”

The snoring in his mind immediately started up again!

To this, Loren nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Hmm, it seems I can have some peace and quiet again for a while…

10 minutes later.

Loren landed outside the Interstellar Hunter Association’s war fortress and retracted the broad black wings on his back.

He walked straight through the gate in the castle’s outer wall, crossed the square filled with parked Mecha and small Warships, and entered the bustling first-floor castle lobby.

The commission-hall lobby instantly fell silent!

“Good morning, everyone.”

Loren, in an exceptionally good mood, gave an extremely rare greeting to the crowd in the lobby.

Many Interstellar Hunters even doubted they were hearing things.

“Did I hear that right? That Night Raven Big Shot actually initiated a greeting?!”

“I must be hallucinating! Not good! Alert! Enemy attack! A Psychic with mental-type abilities is assaulting the Interstellar Hunter Association!!”

…

There were even a few particularly cautious Interstellar Hunters shouting impudent things like “Enemy attack!” and “Alert!”

To this, Loren’s face darkened…

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