My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Arcane Scholar – A Slap

“First-order Black Flame Potion, Revitalization Potion.” Fatty Sun briefly introduced, “Brother definitely knows their functions.”

“But this pink potion is no ordinary thing. I even suspect, brother, if you’re the部长’s illegitimate son.” He said mysteriously, with envy.

This indeed piqued Su Chen’s curiosity, and he didn’t keep him in suspense, explaining in detail: “Third-order potion – Liuli Blood, also a specialty potion of Southwind City.”

“Third-order? Specialty?” Su Chen’s heart trembled slightly, revealing a questioning look. Fatty Sun, observing his expression, explained further: “Why is Southwind City here? Why isn’t it further south or north?”

“It’s because of the Liuli Blood Mine. With it, Southwind City came into being. This item needs to be supplied to Ying Feng, and even Director Yuan only has a fixed quota each year. You can’t buy it with money.”

“It has many uses. It aids in potion absorption. For example, the Black Flame Potion normally takes two to three days to be fully absorbed, but with this, it only takes one day.”

“It can also provide pure nutrition, quickly repairing physical and mental fatigue. More importantly, its medicinal properties are gentle, usable by first and second-order professionals.”

“It’s indeed a good thing,” Su Chen couldn’t help but exclaim.

“I’ve given the items to you, brother. Even excluding the Liuli Blood, the combined price of these two potions is nearly ten thousand gold…” He reminded him, far exceeding the price of the Shadow-Hiding Clothes.

Old Yuan is truly generous, Su Chen thought to himself.

Then Fatty Sun, as if by magic, pulled out a silver bracelet from his pocket and handed it to Su Chen.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow. This thing seemed capable of displaying a virtual screen; it was high-end.

Fatty Sun explained: “Smart Bracelets. Southwind City can’t manufacture these; they’re all supplied by Ying Feng and require quota applications. The communication strength and range are greatly increased.”

He handed it to Su Chen, explaining the controls. Besides more convenient communication, a more important function was its ability to connect to various city departments, such as the Emergency Department, Supervision Department, City Patrol Team, and so on.

However, there were no online forums or the like as Su Chen imagined. Too few people in Southwind City owned these devices, so there was no environment for such things.

“Also, the Director temporarily instructed me to prepare a Mimicry Mask for you. Logistics has been notified, and it should be delivered soon,” Fatty Sun added.

“For disguise?” Su Chen asked. After receiving an affirmative answer, he couldn’t help but praise Old Yuan’s thoughtfulness.

After sending Fatty Sun away, Su Chen eagerly began to try the effects of the third-order potion.

It wasn’t liquid but rather like jelly. Su Chen savored the taste, immediately feeling full, as if he had eaten too much. He quickly downed the Black Flame and Revival potions and rushed into the gravity room.

The stimulation from all over his body intensified. The downside of rapid absorption was the concentrated outbreak of medicinal effects. Su Chen’s skin turned scarlet, and sweat sizzled, evaporating into white smoke.

An entire day and night passed. As the sky gradually darkened the next day, Su Chen finally emerged from the training room.

“So fierce…” he couldn’t help but sigh, stretching his body. Thanks to the assistance of Liuli Blood, his training efficiency was even faster than before.

[Riftwalker Warrior: 55%]

[Body Forging Exercise – Proficient: 30%]

[Purgatory Fire Meditation Method – Proficient: 50%]

All stats showed significant improvement, and the Arcane Apprentice was still in the first half, with development progress skyrocketing to 30%.

After a brief tidy-up, Su Chen heard a knock at the door.

Jiang He arrived, as alluring as ever, in a purple jumpsuit that reached just above her knees, outlining her graceful figure, with slender legs as smooth as jade.

Jiang He leaned against the doorframe, in an enchanting pose, and cooed, “Waiting for me specifically?”

“Come in,” Su Chen glanced at her, indifferently.

The reason he came out of the training room was because someone had informed him that Jiang He was looking for him.

Jiang He’s expression softened, her mood inevitably complex. How long had it been, and he had climbed to such a position.

Yuan Chenyang’s student, tsk tsk…

Even if her father was theoretically on the same level as Yuan Chenyang, the Supervision Department was one of the three major violent institutions.

Just like her, even though she knew Qi Chuan had ill intentions, she couldn’t act rashly. But Su Chen dared to directly bring people to arrest him.

She walked in with a cat-like stride, hooked her leg, and the door closed.

“What is it?” Su Chen asked calmly.

“So cold, Little Brother,” Jiang He sat on the bed, deliberately sniffing the air, “Can’t I just reminisce with you?”

“You and I have no old memories to reminisce about,” Su Chen shook his head. “If there’s nothing, you can leave.”

“Heartless…” Jiang He looked at him resentfully, “There’s a small matter, and I want your help. I want to break off my marriage with Qi Chuan.”

“You want a divorce?” Su Chen was puzzled, “Why come to me?”

“Qi Chuan is in your hands, isn’t he? Naturally, I’d come to you. You just need him to sign this thing.” Jiang He pulled out a brown scroll from her chest. When unrolled, it was a large piece of gibberish.

That’s right, in this world, the proof of marriage is a “Marriage Contract,” made by a Marriage Contract Master. Communication between cities is difficult, so this item is the hard proof. Through special means, the other party to the contract can be directly identified, simple and clear.

“Why?” Su Chen looked at her.

Jiang He explained: “My father said that Qi Chuan might be involved in some matters, plus the previous attempted murder, it’s best to cut ties with him. The later, the more trouble.”

“My point is, why should I help you?” Su Chen emphasized.

Jiang He leaned back, her figure becoming more prominent, her hands propped on Su Chen’s bed, “He won’t be locked up for long anyway, it’s an easy favor.”

“Worst case, I can even pay a bit,” Jiang He shivered, feigning grievance.

Seeing Su Chen gradually approach, the shadow gradually covered her, looking down.

Jiang He was extremely uncomfortable with this feeling. She didn’t like being played; she only liked playing others.

“Just kidding,” Jiang He awkwardly moved back, pulling out a copy of a paper from her embrace. “The promotion requirements for an Arcane Scholar. Father said Director Yuan should be interested.”

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, reached out and took it, scanning it.

[Discovered a second-order superior profession – Arcane Scholar. Can be promoted upon fulfilling requirements.]

[Arcane Scholar Promotion Requirement One: Remain in the “Whispering Trial” for five minutes.]

[Arcane Scholar Promotion Requirement Two: Elevate three F-rank meditation methods to Master level.]

It actually required staying for five minutes. Su Chen recalled the so-called Whispering Trial, mumbling to himself.

“Just to get a divorce, is it necessary to bring this out?” he asked, looking up.

“Just to butter you up. You’re not the same as you used to be,” Jiang He tossed her hair.

Su Chen looked at her beautiful and delicate face, and an inexplicable impulse arose in his heart. After frowning and pondering for a moment, he understood where the impulse came from.

Then, he reached out his hand.

*Slap!*

A slap landed on Jiang He’s face, hair falling, and a red palm print gradually emerged on her fair cheek.

Su Chen let out a breath, feeling relieved, as if a great burden had been lifted. The resentment from his past life, having been played by Jiang He, completely vanished.

Jiang He was stunned, anger flashing in her eyes. The lights in the room flickered non-stop, and a certain power was accumulating.

“What are you doing!” she growled.

“I’ll have him sign it.” Su Chen snatched the scroll and walked straight out the door.

Jiang He stared at his retreating back, taking several deep breaths before gradually calming down. Her delicate hand caressed her right cheek, the lingering sting both annoyed her and gave rise to a strange sensation.

“Qi Chuan…” Su Chen hadn’t forgotten this guy. He brought the scroll to the detention room.

“What’s his situation?” he asked the guard.

“He doesn’t say a word. He usually just sits in the corner and eats when it’s time,” the other party, recognizing the second generation, explained.

Through the one-way window, Su Chen observed that Qi Chuan had visibly lost weight, his cheekbones protruding, his eyes vacant and scattered, looking gaunt.

The metabolism of a second-order physical combat professional was very fast. The ordinary liquid food wasn’t even enough to fill his teeth.

“Has anyone come to see him?”

“The section chiefs and deputy section chiefs of the Patrol Section have both come and asked a few casual questions,” the guard recalled.

The person was arrested by the Patrol Section, so it was normal for higher-ups to inquire.

Su Chen pondered: “When is dinner?”

“In about ten minutes or so,” the other party checked the time.

Su Chen waited there for a while, and then dinner arrived in a plastic box. He took it, opened it, and saw clear, thin, milky-white liquid food, the kind his predecessor used to eat.

Asking the guard to block him, Su Chen dipped his index finger into the soup. A small green metal shard appeared at his fingertip, only to disappear a moment later.

This was a small piece he had chipped off the attacker’s dagger.

“Take it to him,” Su Chen closed the lid, glanced at the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor, and thought, “Appearances must be kept up.”

The guard took it, held it, and walked inside, quite speechless. “You added ingredients rather crudely.”

(End of this chapter)