The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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"Ah? Why?"

Chad didn't understand.

“My precognitive abilities have been misused. We’ve been acting under the wrong guidance for so long, and I don’t even know when I was misused. Helena may not have even come to Izero City.”

Dora took a deep breath and finished speaking quickly in one breath.

"This……"

Chad was stunned.

"Can you still salvage the situation?"

After a moment of silence, Chad spoke up.

"can."

After thinking for a while, Dora replied, "I need to set up a magical ritual, but it will take at least half a day to prepare."

"long time?"

Chad did the math; it was only the beginning of the afternoon, so it wasn't impossible to seize Helena in the middle of the night.

"Sir, the half-day I'm referring to isn't the common sense kind, it's the theoretical kind."

It's 12 hours.

Dora sensed that Chad might misunderstand, so she explained.

Uh, this...

Chad was speechless. Leon would be arriving tomorrow morning, making it much harder to mobilize the government forces. "Isn't there a faster way?"

Dora didn't speak, she just shook her head gently.

"Alright, go and set up the ceremony immediately. I'll report to His Excellency the Duke now."

Chad sighed heavily and turned to head towards his office.

To misrepresent one's precognitive abilities, one needs either an epic seven-star or higher high-level destiny-type sealed artifact, or a star-level or higher powerhouse with the same destiny authority.

These two conditions are something that ordinary forces cannot offer under any circumstances.

Who exactly is the powerful figure secretly protecting Helena?

Dora was filled with doubt. She knew she couldn't afford to offend the faction protecting Helena, but she also couldn't afford to offend Hibbert.

Furthermore, capturing Helena was the Emperor's order. No matter how powerful the forces behind Helena are, can they suppress the Great Emperor Caesar?

So after careful analysis, Dora decided to continue helping Helena capture for Hibbert.

That evening, Hibbett, who had just slunk back from Mrs. Lev's bedroom, hadn't even had a chance to properly savor the exciting day when he received a letter from Chad.

His fat face, which was drooping, turned from rosy to greenish-black the moment he saw the letter.

"A bunch of trash!"

Hibbant angrily tore the letter into countless pieces.

"Father, what's wrong with you again?"

Raymond, who was playing with crickets on the side, was speechless.

Cricket fighting has always been popular among the nobles of ancient Beleran, and the nobles hold two cricket fighting competitions every year, one in summer and one in autumn.

With only a few days left until the Autumn Cricket Fighting Tournament, Raymond, as one of the most popular players with the best chance of winning the championship, naturally needs to carefully select his crickets for the competition.

In the past, Leon would participate with him. A few months ago, Leon even won the runner-up in the summer tournament, but he didn't register for the autumn tournament. Hmm.

"How could I have such a bastard son? Leon, who grew up with you, has already started to change! Look at you, you're still the same dog!"

Hibbate angrily confronted Raymond.

"You always complain that I'm not as good as other people's children, but Leon's father is an emperor, what do you say about that? As my father, shouldn't you be an emperor so I can be a prince for fun?"

Raymond felt wronged.

"Get out! You unfilial son! Are you trying to make your father die by talking like that?!"

Hibbert felt like he was about to faint from anger.

"Fine, I'll leave then..."

Raymond muttered something under his breath, picked up his cage containing the crickets, and trotted away.

"Butler, butler!"

Hibbert roared.

"Your Grace, what are your orders?"

"Arrange a carriage immediately; I need to go to Guberland University."

"Okay, my lord."

P.S.: Ah, well... I guess I'm just too bad at this game. I got some bad news: I failed to advance my recommendation level.

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Chapter Sixty-One: Hibbert's New Foreign Aid

University of Guberland.

The School of Mechanical Engineering has two teaching buildings.

When Hibbert arrived downstairs at the teaching building, there were only a few minutes left before the end of the last class of the afternoon.

On the way, when he arrived at the school gate, Hibbant asked a staff member, who said that Mr. Bancroft was teaching there.

So Hibbate came to us.

The University of Guberland has a large campus, twelve faculties, and hundreds of majors. Currently, there are very few universities in the world that can compare with the faculty strength of the University of Guberland.

Furthermore, Guberland University is an international institution of higher learning, and students here are not only from the Fester Empire, but also from many other independent countries.

So the quality of girls in colleges is either really bad or really bad, but the pretty ones are absolutely gorgeous!

Walking along the campus paths of Guberland University, watching the youthful and beautiful figures passing by, Hibbate suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for his own bygone youthful days.

Back then, Guberland wasn't as prosperous as it is now. The old duke was still alive. As the eldest son of the ducal family, he was quite different from his son Raymond. He excelled academically, stood out from the class, and was tall and handsome—he was practically a campus heartthrob.

He also had a sweet campus romance, but it didn't last. The girl he liked has now married and moved to the great country of "Ariel" west of Fchester.

Time eventually disrupted everything, and the once innocent young man became a decrepit old man.

Hibbate felt a pang of emotion, and then he finally met the real old man.

Bancroft was dressed in a sharp black suit, his long, gray hair neatly combed back and tied into a uniquely artistic little wolf tail.

"Senior Bancroft."

Hibbant quickly stepped forward and blocked Bancroft's path, then bowed respectfully.

He had met Bancroft when he was a child; at that time, Bancroft also had a head of white hair and was very energetic.

Hibbs is now in menopause, while Bancroft still has a full head of white hair and is full of energy.

If nothing unexpected happens, when I die in the future and Raymond reaches my age, Bancroft will probably still be the same.

After all, Bancroft is no longer human... His body is filled with divine blood, and this human body is not his true form.

"Duke Hibbett—what do you want with me?"

Although Bancroft uttered a question, there was no trace of doubt on his face.

"Senior, I need your help."

Hibbs got straight to the point.

When talking to angels, there's no need to resort to those clichéd, flattering gestures.

After all, their worldly needs and desires can no longer be measured by the standards of normal humans. They can live well even if they don't care about eating and sleeping. Perhaps living like normal humans is just a pastime for them.

No, we shouldn't use "they," we should use "they" to describe Bancroft, that would be more appropriate.

Because angels are also gods, but they do not hold real power; they are merely gods with the bodies of complete mythical creatures.

Of course, only the top echelons knew that Bancroft was an angel; to others, he was simply seen as a long-lived and powerful extraordinary being.

After all, the existence of extraordinary powers is not a surprising secret in this world.

"please say."

Although he was of a much higher generation than Hibbett, Bancroft remained humble and polite.

"Senior, may I have a word with you in private?"

Looking around, Hibbert could keenly notice that most of the students passing by were curiously looking in his direction.

After all, Bancroft was a world-renowned scholar, and Hibbout, as a high-ranking official in the Imperial Duke's government, was frequently featured in major newspapers and news outlets, so both of them were quite well-known.

"Row."

Bancroft readily agreed.

If you want to threaten a ground angel, Hibbert alone is far from enough.

It was sunset, and the university professors had all left for the day. Bancroft and Hibbot went into the nearest empty faculty office.

"What's on your mind?"

After Bancroft finished speaking, Hibbett was suddenly struck by a spiritual awakening. He could feel that the surrounding space seemed to be instantly separated by a transparent spiritual wall.

"Senior, as far as I know, you provided Leon with the drug that controlled Helena, didn't you?"

Hibbate first asked a question.

"Yes, Caesar also had a hand in this. It was Leon who came to me to get the medicine. Is there a problem with that?"

Bancroft countered, confirming that he was telling the truth. It was indeed Leon who had approached him, wanting his help to concoct a drug that could control Helena and keep her from leaving the palace. However, it couldn't be a drug, because he was afraid that would damage the equipment.

This is the truth, and it's what Leon fears most. Once exposed, Leon will inevitably suffer the wrath of Feng Aotian, which will most likely condemn him to eternal damnation.

"However, I also think it's better to keep Helena under control. I've peeked into that child's fate, and her future is very ordinary, so ordinary that it's almost abnormal."

Bancroft continued, "Furthermore, her innate ability is unique; no known innate ability has been found to be exactly the same as hers so far—instant healing—what does that remind you of?"

"This skill is truly incredible, it feels like a miracle?"

Hibbett echoed.

"Yes, it's breathtaking."

Bancroft sighed, then his deep gaze returned to Hibbett. "So you want me to help you capture Helena, is that right?"

This……

Hibbs was stunned.

"As expected, senior is incredibly insightful."

After a brief pause, Hibbert laughed awkwardly.

"Although His Majesty Caesar has his reasons for doing this, Duke, do you think it's appropriate for me to do such a thing?"

Bancroft did not directly refuse.

Helena is valuable, but not very valuable to him. He has no need to get involved in this karma, even though he has committed quite a few karmic offenses himself...

So the main reason is that Helena's fate is too bizarre; it seems easy to see through, yet also unfathomable.

Bancroft is generally more inclined to befriend such people.

"But I came here seeking your help on His Majesty's orders. It wouldn't be right for you to send me away empty-handed, would it?"

Hibbert smiled. There was no other way; it seemed that if he wanted the angels' help, he would have to show his fists, even though Hibbert was borrowing Caesar's fists here.

"Very well, for His Majesty's sake, I'll help you out."

Bancroft reached out from the air, and an ordinary parchment scroll appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Here you go. Helena's exact location will be updated every minute. You can just go and catch her. This parchment is valid for three days. If you can't catch Helena within three days, then it's your own problem."