There’s no use arguing with the common folk.
With that in mind, Malin returned to the inn and began to prepare for tomorrow’s work—the lads were still waiting for his dazzling appearance the next day, and he had to join tomorrow’s performance in the best condition to show them the sincerity of a Carterburg man.
And, incidentally, there was the opportunity to give someone a good thrashing—the kind that’s a beating within an inch of their life.
Entertaining this thought, Malin also stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while.
Magic mirror, oh magic mirror, tell me who is the handsomest of them all in the world.
Ha ha, of course, it wouldn’t be me, after all, this face is admittedly too adorable.
Malin smiled at his reflection in the mirror, but inside he felt bitter.
Jiaxi Sheringham finished his shift change with the team leader from the same department, patted the team leader on the shoulder, shook hands with another member, and finally, after leaving the small room, he breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the magic carpet hanging on the wall.
Lucky you, Jiaxi, he comforted himself, then walked to the entrance of the hall, took a steaming hot meat bun from the self-service food dispenser—the department had recently hired a Thainan chef, and food enthusiasts from South Tai like Jiaxi no longer had to order takeout.
He took a bite of the bun, then walked into the hall. This was the department members’ rest area after their shifts, where they chose to sleep in the department or simply go home after eating.
"You’re in luck, Jiaxi," said the minister not far away.
Jiaxi gave an embarrassed smile in response—indeed, he was in luck. The operation with Malin had brought him a windfall; by offering the heads of the different kind to the Church of Justice, he gained a large amount of materials and his personal Seventh Tier Six-Ladder Magic Potion formula—a formula only suitable for Jiaxi. Its downside was that it required more materials than usual, but its upside was that he didn’t have to fear the whispers during ingestion. After drinking this potion, Jiaxi would be blessed by the God of Justice.
At that moment, a messenger walked in, whispered something to the minister, who promptly stood up and followed him out of the rest lounge.
Out of curiosity, Jiaxi followed them and found they were entering the Hazardous Entities Strategy Corridor. Jiaxi walked past a room, turned his head and saw a little girl sitting silently inside. He didn’t dare to speak—this gigantic glass door was completely sealed, and inside was a doll that was very harmless when quiet, but if someone made a meaningless noise, she would instantly transform into a terrifying assassin.
After passing this room and another two, Jiaxi finally stopped at room 149.
"The magic mirror is causing problems again?" The young man knew something was wrong just by looking at the room number.
There was a mirror in this room—a very cursed one—that posed a question every week. If no one answered, everyone who had seen the question would suddenly age five years after a week.
Nobody in this world wishes for a shorter lifespan, but if no answer was given, the mirror would suddenly appear within a five-kilometer radius in a family’s home, replacing their mirror and posing a question to the unsuspecting head of the household.
The losers would disappear, vanish into thin air.
Thus, someone had to answer. If the answer was right, all would be well. If wrong, it’s likely that the person would vanish.
"What’s the new question?" Jiaxi asked, and the one looking into the mirror today was a veteran operations member who was over fifty, relegated to the logistics team due to injuries, tasked with problem-solving—if he couldn’t manage, help would come.
But today, it looked like for the first time, he managed to answer without the need for help.
The somewhat embarrassed man smiled and said: "It asked me if I was the handsomest man in the world, and I answered no."
"Such an easy question," said a fellow who walked in after.
Jiaxi cursed under his breath—was this guy brainless?
No sooner had he spoken, another question appeared on the mirror.
Jiaxi looked at the three words on it and wasn’t sure how to react.
The minister paused for a moment and replied, "I am not beautiful."
’Having self-awareness is the greatest virtue of a mortal, congratulations,’ another line of text appeared on the mirror.
Jiaxi and everyone else scrambled to restrain their boss, to prevent him from breaking the mirror in grief and anger.