Having accompanied the lantern calf for a while, she had come to fully comprehend this character s essence.
The lantern cat, this girl was simple and lively, though a deity, she resembled a child, naive yet imbued with a rare kindness.
This kindness was not a fa aday of false virtue, but rather an authentic, beautiful sentiment, a trait nurtured by a life wellprotected.
However, excessive kindness is not always a virtue, especially in such a world.
Ariel did not consider herself a good person, nor did the deity, she served embodied traditional virtues.
They engaged in war and slaughter, exhibiting bloodshed and brutality, pursuing their goals without regard for anything but their own hearts, solely focused on becoming stronger.
In her interactions with others, aside from the deity, Ariel maintained a degree of calculation.
Even when she initially followed the esteemed one, her motives were not devoid of self-interest, only gradually revealing her genuine heart over time.
Her kindness towards the lantern cat, her gentleness, her role as a caring big sister, was merely a means to gather information and uncover vulnerabilities.
Should their interests diverge, Ariel would not hesitate to strike or manipulate the lantern cat.
Her benevolence towards the lantern cat stemmed solely from their shared allegiance.
The lantern cat was simply useful.
Yet, this Na'vi child seemed to genuinely regard her as a gentle and kind big sister.
Ariel's gaze lowered slightly as she observed the girl, who was significantly shorter than herself, gazing up at her.
As she passed by the lantern cat, she leaned down, her crimson lips brushing against the girl's earlobe.
Do not attempt to save lives unrelated to you out of pity.
It will only burden you with their karma, tainting your own essence.
Unless, of course, she is genuinely striving for her own salvation and not merely floundering.
With these two sentences, Ariel departed.
Her voice was soft, yet her words carried immense weight.
The lantern cat shivered, feeling as if an electric current surged from her tailbone to the crown of her head, leaving her tingling all over.
Her little heart thumped incessantly, and her cheeks flushed with warmth.
She pondered over Sister Ariel's words repeatedly.
Like Cat felt that Sister Ariel was indeed correct, yet there were aspects she found perplexing.
Was sister Ariel cautioning her against being overly kind, warning her not to jeopardize herself in the pursuit of saving others? Was she concerned for her well-being? However, it was precisely because that individual was Sister Ariel that she felt compelled to assist.
Were a stranger, she would hardly bother.
It would be too troublesome.
Sister Ariel was so kind that she deserved to be saved.
As for why she placed such trust in Sister Ariel, it stemmed from her allegiance to Sister Hong.
Her kinship was inherently aligned with her own.
Like Cat recognized her lack of intelligence, yet she was not foolish.
She was acutely aware of her own intellectual capabilities.
Her academic performance throughout her life had clearly indicated that she was far from being considered clever.
However, this did not imply any deficiency in her emotional intelligence.
She understood that having chosen to follow Sister Hong, she must remain utterly loyal to her in order to reap the abundant rewards.
Being duplicitus would yield no favorable outcomes.
Deceit or treachery might seem to offer fleeting benefits.
Yet, when challenges arose, it was invariably such individuals who would be the first to falter.
As a schemer, one could potentially gain immense advantages.
But only those with a high quotient of both intelligence and emotional acumen could navigate that realm successfully.
She dared not attempt it.
Her capabilities were evident.
Better to find a powerful ally to cling to, to thrive alongside them, where they would feast while she savored the broth.
Life would be far more comfortable than toiling alone.
Why would she labor by herself when she was well aware of her own limitations? Contemplating the deeper implications of Ariel's words eluded her.
Lycat committed those two phrases to memory and began her task for the Hung family.
Sister Hung had entrusted her with the care of their injured companions before her departure.
Like Catat considered her greatest asset to be her strong execution.
She surveyed the sorrowful faces of her teammates and after some reflection resolved to create a stir to alter the atmosphere with a flick of her powers.
Like Cat conjured a grand trumpet.
Chapter 175.
The blissful longing of sorrowful atmosphere pervaded the air until the lampat employing divine magic conjured a grand trumpet fashioned from water shattering the melancholic mood.
Why weep, we are saved, it exclaimed.
Let us not forget the valiant sacrifice of Orlon in our rescue, nor the swift arrival of the Hunga people, nor the joy that accompanies our newfound safety.
The Lampcat activated a luminous screen, selecting a jubilant melody to play in the background.
Amidst the cheerful music, we ought to cherish what we possess rather than wallow in what we have lost.
Since our entrance into this world, we have transformed.
Must we remain passive and endure suffering? Rally your spirits, comrades.
The fervent zeal of youth quickly inspired everyone around.
Unbeknownst to the lamp cat, her abundant vitality and youthful vigor were precisely why Suzi Han entrusted her with the task of encouragement.
Speak up.
Speak boldly.
What is the matter with you all? Ling Erang, rarely serious, interrogated this peculiar group of little fairies.
The fairies merely chuckled mischievously.
Just moments ago, they had been singing and dancing.
But upon Ling Erangs arrival, one by one, they found themselves bound by his spirit ropes.
They were all escorted to the interrogation room of the law enforcement team.
This interrogation room, the largest of its kind, felt somewhat cramped as the group of fairies entered.
Among them were no fewer than five members of the law enforcement team.
Almost the entirety of the onduty personnel present that night.
These officers were robust fairies standing approximately 40 to 50 cm tall.
Notably, one was a seasoned officer who had previously served under Ling Urchang, a reliable fairy promoted through Ling Erangs own efforts and the most unsuitable member to partake in the revalry.
This strong fairy stood nearly a meter tall with a rugged exterior and a commanding presence.
Renowned among the fairy folk for its strength and handsomeness.
Beyond its formidable physique, it possessed a dependable character, sharp intellect, and exceptional logical reasoning skills.
This esteemed individual was Dong Gio, adorned with a small hook at top its head as the deputy captain of the law enforcement team in Pearl City.
It earned its position through merit.
Pearl City, a melting pot of diverse races, is the largest city within the Dark Empire, where the ghostly folk are known for their mischievous tendencies and love for pranks.
The demands for public safety are immense here, as it boasts one of the highest crime rates.
Dong Xio Gio's excellence warranted its promotion to the deputy role within the law enforcement team.
The captain of Pearl City s main squad is Ling Erang, who steadfastly protects the city, which is why he was able to respond promptly.
Were he residing in another city, his arrival would have been delayed by several minutes.
In every city, when the volume of emergency calls surpasses a certain threshold without resolution, the calls transform into recorded messages, triggering an urgent alert sent to the communicator worn by Ling Urchang, prompting him to act swiftly.
Even while asleep, he never turns off his communicator, ensuring the ringer is at its loudest.
This was the first time he had received such an urgent alert.
The last had occurred during the fairy outbreak, which was an internal matter, unlike this situation.
In the dead of night, it was startled awake and rushed to the scene.
At this moment, a line of bound little sprites stood in a row, silent and no longer singing.
However, each one wore a foolishly cheerful expression as if they had been cured yet still drooled in delight.
Summoned in the middle of the night, Ling Jing Jing employed a weakened version of the dark sun exploration spell.
Meticulously examining each sprite's body, she shook her head, declaring that no abnormalities had been found.
This group of sprites had not consumed any prohibited psychoactive substances, such as the ghostly mushroom.
Ling Jing Jing conducted several rounds of investigation utilizing various probing techniques.
Yet the outcome remained the same.
Lingerang could only temporarily accept Ling Jing Jing<unk>s findings.
However, his acceptance was tentative.
He remained skeptical that these creatures were entirely normal.
He questioned Ling Jing Jing, suggesting that it was improbable these sprites were merely overjoyed to sing and dance in the middle of the night, thus neglecting their duties.
According to my investigations, "The reason you propose is highly plausible," replied Ling Jing Jing, though she too found the notion absurd.
"Trained and competent members of the sprite enforcement team engaging in nocturnal revalry was indeed inconceivable.