The Sword Saint of Arknights [MTL/Machine Translation]

Chapter 10 | The Girl's Experience with the Lungmen Police

In the darkness, the girl walked alone. In the last moment before losing consciousness, she thought she saw a figure, and then she found herself here.

She didn't know how much time had passed, nor did she know how long she would stay in this place. But as she wandered in confusion, a light shone through the darkness like divine grace. At that moment, she quickened her pace towards the light.

When the light finally faded, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling and felt a warmth she had never experienced since leaving her hometown and wandering to Lungmen. At that moment, she was lying on a bed.

"Did someone save me?"

With a slight sigh in her heart, the girl looked to the side. On the balcony's clothes rack, her red suit and coat, which she had worn before, were hanging there, still dripping water, indicating they had just been washed.

When the girl turned her gaze to the bedside table, she saw a set of Guard Bureau police uniforms and a note.

"I've mended your clothes, but you can't wear them yet. You can borrow this police uniform for now."

That was the content of the note. Thanks to her knowledge of the language of Yan, the girl could understand its meaning.

"Was it a police officer who saved me...?"

As she pondered, the girl got up from the bed without hesitation. She picked up the police uniform and put it on. As for whether her body had been violated?

From the feel of her body, nothing of the sort had happened. The person who saved her had simply treated her wounds, nothing more.

The police uniform was too big for the girl, but its loose fit somehow made her look more attractive. If she were to engage in a certain special business at this moment, she would undoubtedly attract many people.

However, the girl wasn't considering such things now, nor would she. Instinctively, she began to analyze the situation and concluded that the owner of the police uniform was more robust than herself.

Gurgle...

That familiar sound came from the girl's stomach, and at that moment, a faint scent wafted over from the other side of the curtain.

It was like a traveler, parched and starving in the desert, suddenly discovering an oasis. At that moment, the girl couldn't help but walk towards the other side of the curtain.

As she passed through the curtain, the girl saw a man slightly older than herself. The man, dressed in ordinary clothes, was busy in the small balcony kitchen, preparing dishes filled with the flavors of Yan.

These dishes had one thing in common: they were light. However, the girl knew that this was not because the man preferred bland food, but rather to take care of her.

In the past, she had heard someone say that after a long period of hunger, it's best not to eat greasy food right away but to choose something like rice porridge. Although, the girl didn't particularly like such bland flavors.

"Yo, you're up?"

The unfamiliar male voice came from the kitchen. Without waiting for the girl to respond, the man continued:

"Take a seat, the meal will be ready in a moment."

Listening to the man's words, the girl sat down. This was the first time in her life she had been so docile, and likewise, it was the first time she had seen a police officer like this.

Knock knock knock...

Also, at that moment, a knocking sound came from the door.

The man walked out of the kitchen, placed the last dish on the table, and then turned to walk towards the door.

"Coming!"

As his voice fell, the man opened the door. Glancing over, the girl saw a middle-aged man in a suit. From his flawed movements, it seemed he was trying to give something to the police officer, but the officer did not accept it.

"Don't insult my integrity, please take your things and go back!"

As the man's words fell, he closed the door.

The girl was curious about what was in the box that made a police officer speak such words.

"Let's eat."

As his voice fell, the police officer filled a porcelain bowl with white rice porridge and handed it to the girl.

"What was in that box?"

"Lungmen dollars."

As the girl took the porridge, she asked curiously. Roy answered without hesitation as soon as she finished speaking.

Roy's straightforward answer left the girl somewhat at a loss for words.

Before arriving in Lungmen, the girl had little impression of the value of Lungmen dollars, but during her time there, she had come to understand their worth.

In Lungmen, without Lungmen dollars, you can hardly move a step; it's a very real problem. Moreover, in the girl's memory, if it were the police from her hometown, they would have taken the money long ago, having bribed many people with it before.

After a moment of silence, she continued to ask:

"Don't you want this money?"

"Of course, I do."

Roy didn't speak with any grandiose righteousness; he is human, after all. He naturally understands that having this money would allow him to live better in this city.

But he also knows that this money isn't easy to come by.

It's like an invisible net, and those who control the net are waiting for greedy prey to enter their hunting ground, and then... they take them down directly!

Many of his comrades have fallen in such hunts, and likewise, many have seen him as prey and hunted him, but he has never stepped into that trap because he knows what it means to accept those things.

"But still, I know what should be taken and what shouldn't."

After saying this, Roy filled his bowl with rice and continued:

"Eat up, I'll take you to the Guard Bureau this afternoon."

"The Guard Bureau?"

"We'll take you to the immigration department. If you have a legal passport, you can continue to stay in this city. If you're here illegally, I guess those guys will deport you back to your country."

As Roy's words fell, the girl who had just taken a sip of porridge showed a look of astonishment; she hadn't expected such a turn of events!

"Can I not go?"

"No, even if you meet the conditions for staying in this city, as a foreigner, you must re-register... at least get a temporary residence permit."

With that, the girl added another label to her assessment of Roy: rigid.