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Lin Feng played with the small piece of metal in his hand, feeling that it was nothing special—indeed, it looked quite ordinary.

It was just a palm-sized rhombus-shaped iron piece, resembling a reinforcement piece that had fallen off an old wooden farm tool. It was gray-black in color, with weathered traces of wear and tear, one side smooth and the other side with curved patterns resembling leaf veins, like the kind of pictographs specifically carved on fake relics to deceive people. Lin Feng could confirm that this thing was just ordinary iron: he had tested it with a magnet.

"Let me see." Vivian snatched the small iron piece without saying a word, holding it up to her eyes and examining it closely. Lin Feng realized her reaction and asked, "Do you recognize this thing?"

"...Not sure, but I feel like I've seen it somewhere," Vivian frowned slightly, "It's not exactly like this, but I've seen the symbols on it. By the way, where did you get it?"

"I don't know." Lin Feng scratched his head, "I remember having this thing when I was very, very young. I was only four or five years old at the time, just a little brat. How could I pay attention to what was more or less in the toy box? I just remember that I must have picked this up myself, and for some reason, I treasured it especially back then. I couldn't bear to throw it away even after several clean-ups of old things at home."

Vivian was obviously not satisfied with this answer. She held the small iron piece, running her fingers over the patterns on it, and after recalling for about two minutes, she looked up, "I have indeed seen this symbol, and it was a very, very long time ago... I mean, at least eighteen hundred years ago. But I can't remember the details—my memory seems to be a bit faulty. When time passes, I get confused."

Lin Feng swallowed his saliva. Although he didn't catch everything, he caught the words "eighteen hundred years," which made him happy, "Are you saying this thing might be an antique?! And possibly an antique that's over a thousand years old!?"

Vivian gave Lin Feng a look, "You can try selling it at an antique market and see if anyone wants it."

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly, knowing that his small-town mentality had acted up again. So he didn't mention selling antiques for money anymore, but he still carefully put away the small iron piece: even if this thing wasn't valuable, just for the sake of surprising Vivian, this thousand-year-old monster, it was worth treasuring.

The two of them then continued to clean up the house. There weren't many miscellaneous items piled up here, and Lin Feng often came down to clean, so the work was completed quickly. The items that needed to be moved were thrown into the nearby small warehouse, and Lin Feng also cleared out half a box of old junk that should have been thrown away long ago. The basement had turned into a clean new room. There was a bed, a desk, a chair, and even an Ethernet port, but there was one thing that Vivian hated most: there was only a small skylight on the west wall, half buried under the wall base of the main house. Sunlight only came in directly when the sun set, which suited Vivian's living habits.

Lin Feng still felt it was a waste to let a beauty like Vivian, who was at this level (remember, vampire girls are forever seventeen years old), live in the basement. But seeing the clean room, his guilt was slightly reduced. More importantly, Vivian looked particularly happy. She enthusiastically helped Lin Feng brush off the dust from his body, smiling brightly, "Landlord, you're really kind. Thank you. I've never been treated so well when I was struggling outside before, back then..."

Well, the vampire girl's past grievances are endless. Anyway, we know that this unlucky girl has finally welcomed a good life after struggling for thousands of years—at least in her opinion, the current life is quite good. This girl is so easily satisfied that it's annoying, just like Muyun, easy to take care of.

Isaac might need a few more days to adapt to his new life here. As the chef, Vivian also needed a few days to adapt to the sudden appearance of a second big eater at home (the first big eater is Muyun, who can eat three bowls of noodles in one go). The period of adjustment between the new tenants had just begun, and according to Lin Feng's observations, the situation was stable for now: the big demon was a gentle guy, with a temperament completely opposite to his race's setting, so Lin Feng didn't have to worry about his daily life becoming more chaotic: heaven pity him, with Muyun and Vivian, two lively characters, in the house, if another bad-tempered person came, Lin Feng would consider sleeping on the street.

Since there was no need to worry about fighting at home for the time being, Lin Feng naturally had to pay attention to the affairs of his workplace: he hadn't seen Raven12345 for several days and had a lot of questions to ask.

So, on a clear morning with a cool autumn breeze, Lin Feng boarded the old bus to Wangbatuo, and after a dusty journey, he arrived at the majestic place: the Heaven's Earth Office on Earth, abbreviated as ETO.

Raven12345's luxurious mansion always seemed to be the same. The space it occupied seemed to be frozen in time on a misty morning. The scenery inside the mansion was pleasant, while outside, there was always a layer of impenetrable fog. Sometimes Lin Feng would have the idea of going into that fog to see if he could discover the secrets of this "divine realm," but he never did. He didn't even dare to mention it to Raven12345—God knows what that neurotic woman would do if she heard Lin Feng's whimsical thoughts.

Guided by a blue elemental servant, Lin Feng arrived at Raven12345's office. Pushing open the door, he saw the goddess concentrating on studying an image floating in the air behind her desk. Seeing her furrowed brows and deep in thought expression, Lin Feng was shocked: this unreliable guy actually worked seriously sometimes!

At this point, Raven12345 sensed someone coming in, raised her head, and casually greeted, "Oh, Lin Feng, it's been a few days. You look good. Have you adjusted to the time difference?"

"Uh, not bad, not bad." Every time Lin Feng met this goddess, he couldn't enter the mindset of "mortals' pilgrimage." Over time, he simply got used to it, treating it as meeting a department manager at work, "I came to... "

"Don't be in a hurry. Give me a detailed report on this mission first." Raven12345 waved her hand, "The information you gave me a few days ago was too brief, and I can't write it into the file."

Listen, this is so formal! Even God has to write a file...

Lin Feng had no choice but to clear his throat and tell the story of his experience in the UK in full detail. This time, he emphasized the undead beneath the Jofford Castle and the half-baked demon hunter named Nangong, as he

 felt this was the biggest surprise in the mission and worth mentioning. After listening, Raven12345 was silent for a few seconds and asked him, "What do you think was the biggest difficulty you encountered in your mission?"

Lin Feng was silent for a few seconds, finally speaking frankly, "As a mortal, I really can't handle this deadly work with just my physical body—I feel like I need some combat power, even if I don't have combat power, a little self-defense ability would be fine. When I was in the underground palace, I was almost exhausted just following Muyun around. Most of the time, let alone fighting monsters, I was in a state of trying to prevent myself from being beaten by monsters, which could be fatal! The physical enhancement you mentioned did arrive, but the speed of arrival is a bit slow, isn't it? Or maybe you could give me a less life-threatening task next time..."

"The task I gave you is already the simplest job. The only other task left for this period is to go to the Third Star to mediate the war. Will you go?" Raven12345 rolled her eyes, "But you really do need to exercise and strengthen yourself, that's true. Physical adjustments can only give you a foundation, real combat power requires training. How about this, I'll give you..."

Before Raven12345 could finish, Lin Feng immediately became spirited, "Are you going to give me a secret technique? That's it for sure! There must be something like this!"

"Hehe—" Raven12345 looked at Lin Feng askew, "You've read too many novels, and you think you'll reach the sky in one step if I give you a secret technique manual? That thing also needs learning and training. Even an ordinary person needs to do exercises for two months to familiarize themselves with the formula before they can cast a fireball spell, and arcane magic requires advanced mathematical knowledge. Do you think it's like in a game, where you can double-click a skill book and casually conjure up an ice arrow? Dream on. A guy who complains about math problems even cries out in pain at the sight of them, even if he's given a complete book of forbidden curses, he won't be able to continue learning. The 'Ten Years Casting, Thirty Years Simulating' question bank at the beginning alone is enough to make him cry. So... do you still want the secret technique?"