Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"Forget it, it's none of my business."

Latis collapsed back onto the bed with a thud and pulled the covers over himself.

Two minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes and touched his chin.

"Wait a minute, this seems to have nothing to do with me!"

He sprang out of bed, rolled over to change his clothes in a flash, and then ran towards the door shouting:

"Ate? Ate!"

……

"My older brother asked me what flowers I like. Does he want to give me flowers? ...It seems like it's almost time for the Flower Festival."

Artemis stroked her chin, blinked, and looked at Latis, who was guzzling tea in her room like a madman. A slight smile played on her lips as she asked:

"What does Big Brother mean...?"

“I want to give you flowers.” Radist paused, coughed lightly, and explained, “You’ve given me so many roses before, and I’ve always been the one enjoying your gifts, so I want to reciprocate, my dear little fairy.”

He scratched his head, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment under Atelier's smiling gaze, and continued:

"Because there are still many flowers that haven't bloomed yet, I was thinking that if you have any flowers you like, I'll look for some that are already in bloom and pick them for you."

"My brother's too straightforward—he seems a bit goofy!"

Artemis chuckled inwardly. Her lips tightened, and she tapped her chin thoughtfully before slowly saying:

"If I had to say which flower I like... well, it would definitely be that one!"

"Which one?" Latis asked curiously.

The half-elf blinked and deliberately leaned close to Latis's ear to whisper:

"Hmm...which one...I won't tell you yet."

"Why?!" Latis couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Artemis chuckled, patted Latis's head, and said with a smile, as if coaxing a child:

"Sweetie, big brother, go and collect some fresh flower seeds for me. I'll tell you more tonight."

"?"

Latis opened his mouth in confusion, about to ask another question, when Ateliers grabbed his chin and bit him, silencing the words he was about to utter.

"...Go, dear brother."

After more than ten seconds, the half-elf, slightly panting, released Latis, her face flushed. Feigning composure, she pushed Latis out the door, leaned out from the doorway, and said with a faint smile:

"Remember to find plenty of flower seeds!"

She then reached out and stroked Latis's cheek, slammed the door shut, and looked back at the countless generations of thriving roses in the potted plants inside. A radiant smile finally broke out on her lips.

……

"What's that little sprite up to now?"

Latis sat on the swing under the flower stand, looking completely bewildered, lost in thought.

To be honest, he really didn't know much about flowers. In his previous life, he had visited flower and bird markets a few times, but he didn't remember the name or appearance of any of the flowers. He had only spent his time teasing the swearing parrot.

However, I have to say, parrots are pretty cheeky... and that green abstract bird from Duolingo, although it doesn't seem to be a parrot, is pretty cheeky too.

Latis snapped out of his reverie and began to think about how to collect flower seeds. After all, although the little elf didn't know about Valentine's Day, he still wanted to give the little elf a happy gift.

It's not because I've been brainwashed by Valentine's Day ads, but probably because my daily life is too ordinary. Occasionally, when I think about this, I want to see my loved one's happy smile.

"Hey boss, is something on your mind?"

Frico's voice rang out from not far away. Latis looked up at the now energetic office worker, paused for a moment, and quickly stood up, saying:

"Oh, perfect timing! Frico, are you busy right now? I need to ask you a question!"

……

"Flower seeds?"

Frico subconsciously patted the "knowledge manual" in her hand and said:

"Boss, although I have a flower field in front of the house, the variety is actually not that many. You know, as people get older, their preferences become more fixed..."

"How would I know about things that happen when you get old?"

Latis frowned, glanced at Frico, and muttered:

"Don't badmouth the boss to his face, or I'll dock your pay."

"Oh well, it doesn't matter if I lose a little bit..."

Frico paused, glanced at Latis's unfriendly expression, coughed lightly, and changed the subject:

"Spring has been here for a while now, and I've almost finished sowing all my flower seeds. Here are some left..."

……

A moment later, Latis emerged from Frico's hut with a small bag of flower seeds in his hand.

He was very familiar with the "Golden Cloud Flower." When Frico treated him to dinner before, she had displayed this flower. It looks like a cloud illuminated by the morning sun and is said to attract wealth.

In addition, there is another type of "opposite kapok flower". The flowers of this species are pink with a hint of purple. It is also a major flower in the Frico flower field and is said to symbolize "distant reverie".

"Two kinds of flowers probably aren't enough... Oh, I did collect some new shoots of Morning Glory when I was with the princess, so that counts as a kind of flower too..."

Latis placed the new shoots with branches together with Frico's flower seeds, and then closed the dimensional rift.

"Next..."

"Big brother, big brother, are you collecting flower seeds?"

Yashutia suddenly appeared behind Latis. He turned around, glanced at Yashutia who was dressed like a shady character, paused, and asked:

"Are you stalking me?"

"It shouldn't be a problem to follow them, right?" Yashutia chuckled, took a few black, sprouted seeds from her pocket, and stuffed them into Latis's hand, saying:

"This is the 'Ghost Face Flower,' which can decompose corpses at lightning speed. I cultivated it with great difficulty in the cemetery. If you need it, take it quickly! I'm leaving now!"

"...?"

Latis stared blankly at Yashutia as she ran off into the distance.

"Wait a minute, what was I supposed to do in the first place? Wasn't it to collect flower seeds for Valentine's Day?"

He looked down at the flower seed in his hand, which was filled with a dark aura, and after a moment of silence, he muttered:

"...Well, since we're already here, going out to commit murder and robbery with our lovers on Valentine's Day is probably quite normal...right?"

He looked up at the azure sky and felt that his Valentine's Day had already gone completely astray before it even began.

……

……

"Huh? Flower seeds? I do have some..."

At the popular Turtle Head Restaurant, the chef serving Latis today's specialty, "Blossom Cream Soup," paused, then said:

"Why do you suddenly want to collect flower seeds? I don't think there's a flower market in Lundia."

"A flower market? Now that I think about it, it really is the place to go to find flower seeds..."

Latis, a regular customer, thoughtfully stirred the cream soup a few times with a spoon, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and savored it carefully.

“However, if Lundia could have a flower market, that might be a very good thing.” The chef adjusted his hat, sat down opposite Latis, and said with a touch of wistfulness:

“When I was young, I often went to the flower market near Guanzhuang City. I have to say, in such a boring and ordinary world, flowers are truly a thing that contains hope.”

"Where is it boring or mundane? There's so much magic involved! Your signature dish, 'Spicy Stir-fried Turtle Head,' is made by blasting it with a fireball spell, isn't it?"

Latis smacked his lips, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and continued:

"And given the Venerable Lundia's character, the flower market is probably full of budding flowers and ghost mushrooms..."

"That seems to be true." The chef scratched his head in frustration, but couldn't think of any reason to refute it. He could only sigh helplessly and say:

"In short, I believe that if people can maintain the same initial intention they had when planting flowers, then even if the flower market is full of buds and mushrooms, it will still be filled with laughter and joy."

"The original intention of planting flowers? What is that?" Latis picked up the soup bowl, drinking as he looked at the chef with curiosity.

"Now that you've asked, I can't answer it right away."

The chef touched the stubble on his chin and hesitated before saying:

"Think about it, the origin of the flower market is the Fairy Flower Dance Festival from decades or even hundreds of years ago. At that time, the fairies collected flower seeds to awaken the first bloom of all kinds of flowers and plants that year, which actually meant that they hoped everything would go smoothly and beautifully back then, right?"

"But does that mean people can't give each other flowers as a token of their affection? The original intention of planting flowers may simply be to see beautiful things, but the process of giving them away is imbued with human emotions."

Latis placed the empty bowl on the table and said philosophically, "In conclusion: Flowers are merely a manifestation of life; only when they are given meaning by people do they form various symbols and preconceived emotions."

The chef paused slightly, then smiled and nodded, muttering to himself as he pondered:

“What you say makes a lot of sense. According to this logic, the craze for budding flowers and ghost-head mushrooms in Lundia was all for the mages…”

"By the way, bro, is the bud flower you used today a different variety?"

Before the chef could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Latis, who was savoring the taste. Latis smacked his lips and said:

"I remember the Youthful Bud Flower tea I used before had a light and refreshing taste with a very sweet flavor. This time, maybe they added too much pepper or something, because it tastes very strong."

"The smell is very strong?"

The chef was immediately horrified. He picked up the empty bowl on the table, sniffed it, and then gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat, saying:

"Oh no, I think I served the wrong thing... This is a cream soup mixed with mackerel mushroom juice, which I was planning to have with my wife tonight..."

"?"

Latis was silent for a moment, instantly recalling the experience of Serfal transforming from a fire-attribute dragon into a water-attribute dragon after drinking the soup he had made from these two plants. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, sigh, stand up, and calmly ask while pressing the hem of his robe:

"That's all for today. I'll come back to bother you again another time."

"well……"

The chef, sweating profusely, watched as Latis strode confidently out the door. Just as he was about to approach to say goodbye, a loud bang rang out, and Latis vanished instantly, leaving only a large crater on the ground.

He hurriedly went outside, glanced left and right, scratched his head in confusion, and suddenly noticed a shadow in the sky out of the corner of his eye. He subconsciously looked up, and his eyes widened instantly. He muttered: