The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Third, one-third of the monthly turnover is to be kept with ’Taigong’, and furthermore, use all available resources to gather intelligence, Black Silver, and individuals with a Mysterious Coefficient above 1.0. Note: If such individuals are discovered, do not make contact privately; report immediately to the Black Robed Envoys for Taigong to make a decision.

Lastly, the Eye of Taigong watches over.

The twenty-five silently noted these three points.

The projected subtitles continued: This is entrusted to you.

Black Robe Xiao Bing threw out three red firecrackers.

Subtitles: If foreign enemies invade, light these items, cast them into the sky, and loudly declare, ”With one Cloud Piercing Arrow, armies come to meet,” and strong reinforcements will descend.

”Yes!” The leader among the twenty-five carefully took the three Cloud Piercing Arrows, treating them as treasures.

Subtitles: Alright, you all can leave now.

The heavy stone in the hearts of the twenty-five dropped, this Black Robed Envoy wasn’t as cruel and ferocious as rumored, and after bidding farewell, they quickly left. Next, it was time for the twenty-five to divide up Taigong Street and enjoy the profits...

Speed was necessary, the first of Taigong’s thirteen rules forbid infighting, so the matter of dividing...

First come, first served!

Inside the private room, four Tablet Spirits removed their swimming goggles, took off their little black robes, and looked at each other, excitement filling their big eyes.

Taigong Street!

New power!

Power!

Benefits!

In just seven days, they had done a bunch of things, perfectly inheriting Jiang Shu’s character in pursuing more interesting matters.

A: But, will Master be angry when he finds out about us playing like this...

B: Shouldn’t... be, right? We’ve won him so much money! And power! And Black Silver! And information! Maybe even a pretty Key Master girl!

C: But... we didn’t tell him in advance.

D: ... Don’t look at me, I’m just a fighter, what bad intentions could a fighter have?

They were all happy during the mischief, but now it seemed like nobody wanted to take the blame.

Thinking this, the four Tablet Spirits couldn’t help but sigh from their venting ports, then sat on the table, their eight short legs anxiously swinging, and their screens filled with worry.

Originally, they were just indignant, suspecting mechanical disciples (their guess) of conspiring against Jiang Bao, causing his imprisonment. They thought of targeting the disciples a bit, but by the time they reached the four known strongholds, they had already been purged.

Jiang Bao’s imprisonment, although voluntary, was still a loss, so they needed to help Jiang Bao make it up elsewhere...

And as they earned, things took a different turn, and then...

The Taigong Dynasty was born.

Sigh, life is hard, the Tablets sighed.

Finally, Jiang Xiaoyi, Taigong’s own little padded jacket, stepped forward.

B: How about... we don’t tell Master first?

C: Build it big and strong! What’s done is done! The rice is already cooked!

D: Then wear the yellow robe and rule the world!

A: Given this, this matter can only benefit Master, it must do no harm, all adverse consequences must be borne by us.

Little A was serious, it had reached Wise Time first, so it had already begun thinking about consequences— which were—

If trouble arises, the consequences will be severe!

The four Tablet Spirits exchanged glances, after all, they got into this together and if anything goes wrong, they must carry it together...

No, they absolutely mustn’t let things go wrong!

They absolutely mustn’t let Taigong know they are Taigong!