Shane continued to read and sign the scrolls for the entire day, and he couldn't even finish half of them. It even seemed like a few more scrolls were added to the pile. At the end of the day, he couldn't find Song Song's scroll.
So at the end of the day, he pretended to retire to his room. He entered his room and closed the door behind him, even telling the maids not to wait on him. After that, he wore the cloak and went off to see the official again.
From what he had seen, the man didn't have a habit of sleeping too soon. It might even be possible that he would approach that righteous cultivator again. So he might get something if we keep an eye on him.
Hope knew what this guy was doing. So she said nothing and continued to look at the screen while yawning. "You know, I haven't slept for days. It's fine if you don't want to take care of your own body, but at least you should understand that there's a girl with you inside your body. Think about her, will you?"
Shane scoffed. "You're a girl? Why don't you act like one?"
He suddenly felt his mind burning with anger. Was it just his imagination? He shook his head and didn't focus on a certain angry system anymore. He continued to walk down the corridor. He returned to the same company through the street after slowly exiting the palace.
As expected, Song Song was still sitting on his chair, reading through scroll after scroll.
Why did it feel like this person was even busier than the king himself? Shane scoffed and looked over at what this person was reading.
He was surprised to find out these scrolls were the same ones he had passed during the day. Then he saw something miraculous. Song Song's cultivation allowed him to write a statement beneath each scroll in the old king's handwriting.
"I do not approve of this settlement."
After that, he would throw the scroll away in another corner.
Now, after seeing this scene, Shane understood why the common people feared and hated this demonic king. Even when he wanted to do the right thing, there were spies like this one here, Song Song, who refused to look the king in the eyes.
No wonder the old king's ultimate desire was to destroy the righteous sects.
After watching for a while, the eagle screeched again from the sky and flew inside the office through the opened window. Song Song came to a halt in his work and extracted a hidden message from the bird's legs. He opened the paper and read it.
"Meet me. Right now."
Song Song rolled his eyes and pressed his finger on his forehead. That righteous cultivator was getting impatient. He sighed and got up from his seat, heading toward the shelf.
He opened it and walked inside, followed by Shane in his invisible form.
Then the latter watched as the official walked out of the corridor and stood right in front of the same cultivator with a youthful face. There was a frown on his forehead.
He stared at the old official with a grim face and asked, "So? Did you manage to approach him?"
Song song pursed his lips and said, "I wrote him a scroll, but he didn't see it yet. Who knows where he went off to for a few days? He came back today and had a pile of work, which also gave me a headache. I almost couldn't finish the scrolls he signed today."
The cultivator waved his hand as his face turned even darker. "So you didn't. Are you even on our side? Sometimes I feel like you're playing a double-spy game on us!"
Song Song had worked throughout the day, and now he even had more than half the pile of scrolls to edit and send out to the public.
He looked at the other person angrily and said, "Do you have any idea what I went through just for our stupid contract?! I not only have to finish my work up-to-date during the day, I even have been forced to alter the scrolls! If I wasn't determined to kill that guy, I would have given up already!"
The cultivator took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with a demonic person any longer. "Do whatever you want. I want a message tomorrow, and you'd better be successful."
Shane grimaced after seeing this. Didn't this mean he would have to finish those scrolls in a day if he ever wanted this spy to approach him? Ah, couldn't he just skip them all? It wasn't his work anyway, and even if he passed, this person would change it.
After thinking about it for a moment, Shane shook his head. No, better yet, he would have to pass those scrolls carefully so that this person wouldn't have any suspicion about him until the end. He wanted to ambush those guys. So it was better to be careful.
He sighed, thinking about all the work he would have to do tomorrow before finishing up the world.
Song Song ended the talk and walked back to his office with a dark face. He sat on his chair and said, "System, can you help me finish these?"
It seemed that the system heard and accepted his request. After a moment, Song Song's body rested as the scrolls flew in the air. The stamp appeared on every page at such a fast pace that it even left Shane dumbfounded. It almost seemed like magic.
He couldn't help but ask, "Hope, what's going on?"
"The system used a spell to sign the stamps."
"That I can see," said Shane in a cold voice. "Why didn't you tell me something like this existed in the first place?"
"Because I wanted you to work your *ss off! Hahaha."
Shane felt like his head was about to burst in anger. He took a deep breath and ignored the girl's annoying laughter in his head as he continued to look at the official.
It was getting closer to dawn. He glanced at the busy official once more and turned back to go to his palace. Since he had already decided what he wanted to do, he should hurry and start signing the scrolls tomorrow itself.
The next day was way too hectic for Shane. The pile of scrolls to finish was somehow mixed up by the mistake of a servant. Shane had no idea how far Song Song's scroll had progressed. So he could only ask Hope for some help.
"Help me."
"Why should I?" asked Hope in a haughty tone.
"Because I might be your next system. If you don't want trouble, help me!"
Hope seemed to have paused and thought of something. After a moment of strange silence, she opened her mouth.
"Alright. I'll help you, but not the way that system did. I have my own techniques."
After that, Shane felt dizzy for a moment as his consciousness shifted. He went directly back to the dark and empty space of his mind and frowned.
"Did you just change bodies?"
"Yup, but this is just for the scroll. Don't get the impression that I'll help you pass this mission," said Hope while hurrying past every scroll. f(r)eeweb(n)ovel
Her speed was so incredibly fast that all Shane could see was a hand flashing past the scrolls. She didn't even seem to be reading them before singing them all at once.
Night came by sooner, but Shane managed to reach Song Song's scroll soon enough. He sighed in relief when he saw that.
Hope signed it and gave the body back to Shane. The latter retired to his room and wore the cloak again after eating some food.
As expected, the next day, Song Song was the first to come to court after his request was accepted. He bowed to the king and gestured for them to head out.
Shane could finally say goodbye to those annoying scrolls. He nodded coldly as he got off the throne and walked over to the man at a steady pace.
The two of them continued to walk onward without any pause until they reached the parlor just outside the king's garden. Shane sat on his seat and gestured for the other person to sit as well.
He then asked a few servants to come by. "Bring two cups of tea."
The servants nodded and walked back with the order. Then Shane raised his brows.
"What do you want to talk about?" asked Shane in a proud tone similar to the original owner of this body.
Song Song felt his body stiffening. Even though he had done many things behind the scenes, this was the first time he faced the king himself to try and defeat this guy. He took a deep breath and was just about to open his mouth when the servant came by.
He looked at the other person as the latter poured tea into two cups and left it on the table. The servant went back after bowing respectfully.
Shane glanced at the cup and knew that it was poisoned already. He sneered. Even the servant was a spy. No wonder this old king was so terribly pitiful.
He silently picked it up, took a sip, and gestured for the other person to speak.
Song Song was especially nervous as he wiped the layer of sweat from his forehead using a handkerchief. "Your majesty, I have a proposal for you."
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