69novels Chapter 469 Everyone Has Their Own Way of Life
Chapter 469 Everyone Has Their Own Way of Life
Backlund time, 11:00 on Winter Festival Day.
There are 9 hours left until the Outpost launch.
A cultist secretly follows a little girl. Guided by her teammates, the girl will circle the building, absorbing the scars and power left behind by the exiles, before returning to him and handing him the baton.
Judging from various intelligence reports, this operation did not go very smoothly. It seems that someone has discovered their operation and is deliberately causing disputes with other believers, successfully resulting in a significant number of casualties.
Worse still, perhaps because of the Winter Ritual, the Church of the Night mobilized more official Beyonders than in previous years, scattered throughout Backlund.
Especially in those places where the Sky Cult had "been" there, there seemed to be more night watchmen and higher-ranking red gloves than other outposts.
This is a very bad sign.
Has the church... already grasped the details of their actions and specific plans?
The Skywalker was unaware of this, but he dared not deny the conjecture.
All tactics and actions must be planned for the worst-case scenario.
Because of this, the little girl's path changed again and again, and she was forced to abandon many nodes, discarding the energy she had previously saved.
Fortunately, they had designated many spare locations when designing the operation, making it a saturation operation. The little girl could absorb the [Heavenly Scars] at other undisturbed and undetected nodes, but they would need much more time to complete the planned task.
Everyone was immersed in the festive atmosphere, and no one paid attention to the stumbling little girl. This girl seemed to possess a strange kind of "luck," which helped her successfully evade the gaze of passersby, becoming a ghost wandering the streets and alleys.
However, when the little girl actually walked up to the Skywalker, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, lifted the cloth covering the little girl's face, and took a look.
I don’t know, I’m scared.
The little girl's face remained unchanged and undisguised; it was still the same face she had always had.
The Skywalkers gasped.
Who on earth forgot to fix the little girl's face?
And why didn't this problem appear in all those previous relays?
Is it simply because the little girl was wrapped up very tightly?
This elementary mistake greatly concerned the Skywalkers, to the point that they suspected there was a mole within the order.
The power of the citizen identification system has been experienced firsthand by the Skywalker himself. As long as a little girl's face is exposed for a fleeting moment and captured by the camera, the citizen identification system can immediately read the little girl's profile information if there is no interfering coating.
So, did the little girl ever show her eyes on camera during the entire journey?
The Skywalker dared not gamble and could only curse inwardly. After much hesitation, he decided to break the "no touching" rule and took the little girl into a dark alley. Using extraordinary items, he altered her appearance, removed her fingerprints, changed her body shape, and changed her clothes before nervously returning her to the flight path.
He promptly relayed this information to the high priest and to every colleague involved in the operation.
Their next move will be even more difficult.
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Backlund time, 12:00 on Winter Festival Day.
There are 8 hours left until the Outpost launch.
Having undergone physical camouflage and extraordinary modifications, Fors, now unrecognizable, stood laboriously by the amusement park wall, leaning on a shovel.
I'm not very tired, nor am I very annoyed. I just want to rest and escape from reality for a while.
Foll thought about lighting a cigarette, but then felt it wasn't appropriate, so he had to give up slacking off, sighed, and continued digging the hole with his shovel.
Her current task is to bury as evenly as possible the obsidian lenses she has outside the amusement park's perimeter wall.
Meanwhile, four other completely unrecognizable Fors are doing the same thing.
She glanced up at the camera with lingering fear.
Fors actually doubted whether this disguise was effective.
Regardless of what they identified me as, it's quite strange that there were five oddly dressed people digging holes along the wall at the same time!
Just as he was thinking this, Fors suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Hey there, young man!
Several simple yet powerful voices came from behind Fors.
In the distance, several gardeners pushed their carts and waved to Fors. They wore various sun hats, wind-damaged goggles that reduced visibility, and plaid scarves that covered their wind-reddened faces all the way to their eyes. Their time-worn work clothes were layered over their bulky cotton-padded coats. Snowflakes gradually piled up on them, making the workers look like giant snowmen.
Like Fors, they were bundled up thickly, but they dressed like this only to ward off the winter's chill, the harsh winds of the outskirts of Backlund, and the blinding sunlight of Schrödinger's sun.
Today is Winter Solstice, but the moonflowers, slumbering grass, and other flowers decorating the amusement park haven't been planted and replaced yet.
Amusement parks are places of joy, and every corner should be filled with dreamy sweetness. Even outside the openwork walls, there should be no scenery that spoils the atmosphere. Changing flowers and shrubs according to the seasons can provide good views for visitors to the amusement park, so that even if they see gaps in the park, they won't find anything that spoils the charm.
This year's garden design was quite complex, and even with all the gardeners mobilized, they couldn't finish the work before Winter's Eve. They had to call for reinforcements and borrow workers from gardening companies all over Backlund to ensure that they could present this grand gift to the goddess before the bells rang on Winter's Eve.
"Hey kid, you're here pretty early!"
The gardener clearly mistook Fors, who was dressed in similarly heavy clothing, for a fellow gardener. Looking at the neatly dug holes in the ground, he patted Fors on the shoulder with delight.
"As expected of young people, they're so diligent even when digging! Look at these holes, aren't they beautiful!"
"..."
Before Fors could say anything, the enthusiastic gardeners waved to the gardening vehicle and called out to their colleagues.
"Hey everyone! Give it your all! With the young guys here, we can finish this damn overtime a little earlier today!"
"Get moving, guys! After we finish planting these flowers, maybe we can go home and have a big feast on Winter's Eve!"
Fors looked at the energetic gardeners around the amusement park, and then at the shovels in their own hands.
Well, at least he's not a dangerous individual anymore.