My daughter is amazing

Chapter 238 236. Telegram Communication
Luo Er rushed to the imperial capital in a hurry, but the speed of this small private airship couldn't be increased no matter what, and it would still take a day.

He had no choice but to send a telegram to the imperial capital first, asking about the details of the two cases.

Soon, two long telegrams came back, and the telegraph operator on the airship nearly vomited blood.

Luo Er took the message, returned to the cabin, and read it seriously.

The little donkey continued to stick to him, blinking at the densely packed text on the telegram with his eyes, and stretched out a finger to his lips, pretending that he could understand it too.

The two telegrams were quickly read.

The anonymous letter mainly said that there were some suspicious people in black robes appearing on the border of the Plenty Valley, suspected to be members of the Apostle Organization.

At the same time, in the province of Weier, where the imperial capital is located, there are also cultists operating in some scattered villages and towns. It seems that some evil sacrificial activities are being carried out, which may also be related to the apostolic organization.

Rolle frowned involuntarily.

These people, don't they want to attack their lovely students?
After Jeanna returned to the Plenty Valley, she would send a telegram to Luo Er every once in a while, chatting about the Restoration Sect.

After receiving strong support from the empire, no matter how upset the United Kingdom was, they were forced to acquiesce in the independence of the Restoration Sect.

That's why Rangna and the others have been developing rapidly during this period. With Gaoshanbao as the core, their sphere of influence has rapidly extended to the surrounding area. More than ten villages and towns, large and small, have joined them.

The number of sects has skyrocketed even more, and has rapidly expanded to a huge scale of 5 people, and it is still growing. The support of ordinary people in the sphere of influence is also extremely high, and new people join every day.

In addition, some people who were originally born in the Plenty Valley and later went to the empire, barbarians and other places also provided more assistance in their own names.

To sum up, today's Guangfu sect is a great situation where the people's hearts and minds, the support of all sides, and prosperity are flourishing.

Rianna's status and reputation have also risen, and she is extremely busy every day. Now many people have compared her with Fiona, the saint who saved the world back then.

Luo Er felt that this was not an appropriate metaphor, especially when he thought of the final fate of the savior, who became a blazing saint...

Jeanne finally wrote at the end of the telegram:

"There are a lot of things to do every day, which makes me feel exhausted and often panic. I can't help but think back to the time when my mentor was by my side..."

Only with you as my backing and relying on can I feel very at ease...

Miss you so much!
Love your student Jeanne"

Luo Er nodded, very satisfied with Jeanna's current development.

He followed up with a call back, praised Rang Na, and reminded her not to monopolize power, but to learn to delegate power and take an overview of the overall situation, and to cultivate a trustworthy direct line team.

Afterwards, Jeanne sent several telegrams one after another.

It says that winter is coming soon, but everyone's reserves are in place, and they are confident that no one will starve to death this winter.

He also said that there were some ideological differences and frictions in the leadership under his command, which made him very distressed and needed Rolle's advice.

He also said that now Luo Er is also very famous in the Plenty Valley. His black and white symmetrical mask has become the most popular thing here, and every household has it. Every parent will tell their children the story of him leading the rise of the sect.

Then the girls here dream of becoming a leader like Jeanne; the boys hope to become a strong man like a mentor.

At the end of each telegram, she still did not forget to express her thoughts about Luo Er in her heart.

"Sometimes, I really want to give up all this willfully, give up my promises and responsibilities, and return to you..."

"Another girl came to inquire about your situation today, but I turned her down. This reminds me of those trivial things when you were still here..."

In the beginning, it was considered normal, and it was talking about the normal miss between teachers and students.

But probably because Luo Er didn't respond much to this when he called back, this little girl actually intensified, and the more she said, the more she went too far, and the more she said, the more explicit she became.

"Another boy wrote me a love letter today, but I rejected him. I don't like this kind of childish and immature people, but I prefer mature, stable and reliable men..."

"Yesterday, I saw a couple returning from a foreign country, sitting in a donkey cart, clinging to each other, and slowly wandering on the country road. I recalled the situation when I went shopping with you when I first met my mentor. Maybe it was that Since then, I have been attracted to you, right?"

"In the night without a mentor, I miss you..."

"When will you let me ride in your little donkey cart again?"

In fact, if she hadn't maintained a minimum of reserve and reserve, the content of this telegram would have been even worse...

And Luo Er's reaction was the same as before.

"Oh? Is there another little milk dog pestering you again? This is indeed something worthy of attention. For a high-level leader like you, marriage and love are very important..."

"The opponent must be strong enough to protect you well, at least they must beat me. You can record the list of these little puppies, and I will come here some time later to try their details."

"Foreign couples and donkey carts? When I mention this, I want to remind you again that infrastructure construction is very important. You must not slack off. First find a way to repair the road over there, at least to allow horse carts and steam cars to gallop. This will affect the circulation of the entire region..."

"If there is a chance, I will also try to fight for it for you, and see if the empire can fund someone to help you build a railway, so that you can take the train."

"I think I'm right. Remember the concepts I taught you a lot, and practice the basic swordsmanship I taught you a lot. Your talent is very good, don't waste it."

"My donkey cart? I can't sit on it! Something happened to the little donkey, and now it's a beautiful girl! It can't pull the cart!"

I don't know what kind of expression Jean Na will have when she sees these telegrams...

But today, considering that the apostle organization might wreak havoc on Jeanna's territory, Luo Er took the initiative to send her a telegram to remind her of this matter.

In order to clarify the matter, he didn't use the abbreviations and words that he usually used, but explained the anonymous letter in great detail, and emphasized the danger and danger of the apostolic organization, and told her to pay special attention to the people in black robes and those cults Activity.

The telegram was very long, with several thousand words. When it was handed over to the operator, Rolle saw obvious panic and despair on his face...

After putting aside the matter of the apostles organization for the time being, Luo Er studied the sudden appearance of the mysterious phantom thief in the imperial capital last night.

This guy is so old that he destroyed more than a dozen houses in one night.

According to eyewitnesses, the man was dressed in rags and was in a distressed shape, but his whereabouts were erratic, like a ghost, going up and down non-stop, breaking into many houses in a row, causing damage.

However, it did not steal specific property, nor did it maliciously hurt people, and there were almost no casualties. Apart from the frightened victims, the most serious one was also hit on the forehead by the flying broken bricks after it smashed into the wall.

This guy obviously doesn't look like a living person, but it often makes some girlish sounds and movements.

After messing with it all night, it disappeared without a trace.

The last place it haunted was a small street park. It shoveled away a large piece of turf on the ground. It didn't know how to do it, and it didn't know what purpose it had.

In short, it is very confusing.

Scholars will speculate that this product may be some kind of activated 'mystery'.

That is to say, it can move, and it is the raw material for making holy objects.

Most of the mysterious things are some ancient relics, or magical creations of nature, and most of them are dead things.

But some of them can move, bounce, talk, and make sounds.

There are several such holy objects in the warehouse of the Scholars Association.

Such as the very famous No. 2-116, Relic 2, 'The Comedian'

This thing looks like a clown-like marionette, but it can move by itself, talk, and communicate with people.

But it only tells some corny jokes from the circus, which is very embarrassing.

And it has no fighting power at all, an ignorant brat can easily dismantle it.

If the user can fulfill the price, that is, exchange it with a joke it has never heard, it will tell the user a secret about its era.

The best are yellow accents and dirty jokes, it likes this the most, and can exchange very precious secrets.

According to this guy's self-report, it came from about 200 years ago. It was a small toy made by a master of occult arts at that time, for entertainment after research.

So it knew a lot of ancient secret techniques, but it couldn't use them, so it exchanged them for jokes.

Scholars will get a lot of powerful ancient secret arts from it, and perfect their own extraordinary system.

Anyway, it is a very interesting holy object, but has no combat effectiveness, and it is also one of the few holy objects that has disclosed its existence to the outside world.

Probably it is necessary to solicit more jokes from all walks of life from all walks of life...

And the other moving and talking holy objects in the Scholars Association have not been made public, and they may be very powerful.

All in all, the Scholars Association basically believes that this Emperor Capital Phantom Thief is an active mystery like this.

They basically ruled out the possibility that the other party was human.

He crashed into more than a dozen houses in one night, but he didn't do any bad things in the end. It didn't look like something carbon-based organisms could do.

This kind of active mystery is very important and precious, and it is very troublesome to capture it. You must not use violence, because it is likely to destroy it.

So scholars will think of the person who is probably the best at catching things in the entire imperial capital, the spy chief of the gray ghost.

He once captured the owl, the magical creation of the elves, and had the chance not to cause too much damage to the other party.

So they approached the security department very rarely, hoping to cooperate with Luo Er.

"It turns out that this thing is not a human..."

Luo Er touched his chin, tapped the back of his hand again, turned his head to look at the little donkey beside him, and asked again:

"How? Can you catch it?"

The little donkey tilted its head, its big eyes were full of doubts, and the long ears on the top of its head were bent into the shape of question marks.

She couldn't even understand what the master was saying inexplicably.

"Ah... it's probably like this..."

Only then did Luo Er tell her about the situation.

After listening to the little donkey, he lowered his head and began to think seriously again, pointing his lips with his fingers, and swaying the long ears on his head from side to side, as if he was trying hard to weigh the strength of himself and his opponent.

Seeing this, Luo Er felt quite relieved.

My little donkey has learned to think independently!

It seems that the tutor you hired before is still a bit capable?

He turned to look at the little milk cat on the table again.

It seemed bored, trying to curl itself into a ball of fur and roll around on the table.

It seems to be acting cute...

Luo Er pinched it with some disappointment, bit it again, and threatened:
"Amiya is working hard, but you only know how to play?"

"If you don't work hard to be smart, believe it or not, I'll eat you in one bite?"

The little milk cat was extremely wronged, meowing and waving its furry little paws, pitifully.

It probably wants to express that he is already very smart, right?

After all, without it, Luo Er would even lose the ability to go home by himself...

Luo Er rubbed the little milk cat casually, threw it aside, and continued to ask the little donkey:

"How is it, do you have any eyebrows?"

Hearing the master's call, the little donkey raised his head, his big eyes full of confusion.

"I'm asking if you can grab that white, fluffy, limp thing!"

Rolle had no choice but to emphasize the problem again.

The little donkey blinked hard, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It may be white, soft, and reminds her of the delicious fish that she ate before...

Seeing this, Luo Er quickly picked up the little milk cat that was shrunk into a ball in the corner of the wall, and kissed it hard.

"I'm sorry Xiaomi, I blamed you wrongly, you are still smarter than Amiya!"

After all, he took out a small dried fish from his left hand and stuffed it into the little milk cat's mouth.

Of course the little milk cat chose to forgive him.

But when the little donkey saw Luo Er kissing the little donkey, he suddenly had an idea, and the long ears on the top of his head stood up.

Then she also ran to the corner and curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"What tricks are you playing with me again?"

Rolle said dumbfounded.
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Just as Luo Er was planning how to capture the Phantom Thief of the Imperial City, Anya just got up from the bed.

She first looked at her arms and wrists, then lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing her delicate and round calves, and examined them carefully.

There is really no scar left on the body!
Mingming went back and forth last night, stumbled all the way, with great momentum, making it look like a big monster invaded the imperial capital.

As a result, there was really no injury, and there was no discomfort in the body.

My body has become so powerful!

She could not help muttering in a low voice:
"Oh? With such an injury, it really can't hurt the deity?"

"The power of the agent? Heh, so-so."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly realized that something was wrong?

(End of this chapter)