I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 141: The Painting and Its Meaning

Help the Security Bureau purge the remnants of the Justice Party? Interesting... Loren let out a light chuckle.

"Help apply for the Level 9 Assessnt."

"Understood, your application has been submitted. Please proceed to the top floor of the castle, Room 001. The Chief will personally oversee your assessnt. We wish you the best of luck with your assessnt, Mr. Loren."

A formulaic blessing ca from inside the window.

Along with this blessing, Loren's Interstellar Hunter license was also handed out from the window.

After collecting his Interstellar Hunter license, Loren gave a slight tip of his hat, indicating his departure.

He took the little girl, who was looking around everywhere, by the hand and headed towards the staircase.

Yes, sothing Loren couldn't help but complain about was that after taking a look inside the castle, he discovered this war castle had no elevator.

After climbing with Ayla Morningstar up to the castle's sixth floor via the stairs, Loren felt for the first ti the urge to blow this castle up.

Such a decrepit thing that doesn't even have an elevator should be buried forever in the dust of history!!!

"Wait for at the stairwell, little one."

"Although you probably won't encounter any danger here, let remind you anyway: if you encounter danger, open your mouth and scream. I'll hear you."

Having said that, Loren reached out and gently ruffled the little girl's head.

"Okay, big brother, I'll wait for you obediently. Good luck with your assessnt. And, rember to co get . And, rember our promise..."

Ayla Morningstar shook her little head, escaping Loren's large hand.

"I'll co get you very soon, be good." Loren withdrew his large hand, appearing completely unconcerned about whether he would pass his assessnt, and confidently turned to walk towards Room 001.

Ayla Morningstar stared blankly at Loren's retreating back, tilting her head as she thought:

This big brother I picked up seems really strong?

After Loren's figure disappeared into the room with the placard reading '001', Ayla Morningstar turned around and sat down on the highest step of the staircase.

Propping her little head up with both hands, she waited quietly and peacefully.

Dear father, you're really in for it now. I've found a ruthless man with a 3 billion bounty to co catch you!

Thinking this, a trace of an innocent, guileless smile appeared on the little face of Ayla Morningstar, sitting alone at the stairwell.

On the castle's top floor, inside Room 001 on the sixth floor.

After knocking once, Loren opened the door and entered upon hearing a "Co in" from inside the room.

It was an office, or perhaps a study, decorated in a classical style.

The bookshelf behind the desk covered almost the entire wall.

The other walls were also hung with classical paintings of a pessimistic nature.

Upon entering, Loren swept his gaze over the largest painting hanging on the left wall, and then found it hard to look away.

The painting depicted a knight in tattered armor, raising a bloodstained broken sword as he charged towards a vast, dark mass of enemies, behind whom was a blood-red, setting sun.

Behind this knight, destined for failure, there was nothing, only a solitary, aningful silhouette.

"It seems you like this painting. It's called 'The Knight of Symbolic Hope', a rather ironic na. It's one of the famous paintings from the old era, a gift from a friend of mine."

"When you leave later, I can give it to you as a gift for your arrival in the Radiant Flow Star Domain."

The figure behind the desk spoke quietly to Loren, who had been staring at the painting on the wall since entering.

Interrupted, Loren's brow furrowed involuntarily. He turned his gaze towards the figure behind the desk.

It was a sowhat balding, also sowhat portly middle-aged man, unexpectedly clashing heavily with the somber, weighty style of this war castle.

If not for the unmistakable energy fluctuations emanating from the man, Loren would have had a hard ti believing this bald, portly man was a Chief of the Interstellar Hunter Association.

"No need. Such an excellent painting shouldn't have to wander around with ."

Loren calmly refused.

"What a pity. Soone like wouldn't appreciate such pessimistic paintings."

"Let introduce myself. I am the Chief here, Retab Collin."

"I have received your assessnt application."

Having said that, Retab Collin once again examined in detail the extrely unique Interstellar Hunter standing before him, who hailed from the slums.

He had already received intelligence on Loren earlier. He found it hard to believe that soone of this caliber could erge from such a place.

That kind of bone-chilling, oppressive aura tinged with the scent of blood made even him feel sowhat short of breath, like so evil god crawled out from the Abyss.

"Mr. Las Loren, before the assessnt begins, may I ask you a question?"

A trace of caution unconsciously colored Retab Collin's eyes.

Looking at this bald Chief, Loren nodded calmly. "Please ask."

"Sir, having erged from the slums, what is your stance?"

Hearing this, Loren chuckled lightly, his smile gradually widening.

What a boring question...

Then, Loren reined in his smile. He suddenly felt a bit listless and said with an expressionless face:

"My own stance."

"Excellent! Assessnt passed! Congratulations, Mr. Loren!"

Retab Collin broke into a smile.

Hearing this, Loren's eyes narrowed dangerously. Were they going to play this boring test routine again?

His mind flashed back to that old man Sebastian Benjamin's test...

"Wait! Mr. Loren, I think you've misunderstood sothing."

"You have genuinely passed."

"I have no interest in playing gas like combat tests with a powerhouse who forced a Titan-class cha to self-destruct."

"The 3 billion Federation coin bounty is the best testant to your combat prowess."

Retab Collin wiped non-existent sweat from his brow.

These rule-based psychics with unclear intelligence were the most troubleso. No one wanted to fight soone like that...

Not even those at the Legendary tier wanted to engage with such bizarre powerhouses. A mont of carelessness could lead to an unexpected defeat...

Loren tilted his head, observing the other man's expression, and felt the bald, portly man didn't seem to be lying.

To be safe, Loren silently took out the Federation coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air.

"Have I truly passed the Level 9 clearance assessnt? If yes, heads."

The coin landed, heads!

Loren revealed a smile. Good.

Smiling, he put the coin away and casually asked:

"For the Interstellar Hunter Association, is the stance of a Level 9 clearance holder that important?"

Seeing Loren had set aside his combat intentions, a smile also appeared on Retab Collin's face.

"Of course. Level 9 clearance allows one to do many things."

"What if I had answered with a different stance?"

"As long as it's not so overly niche stance, the Association would grant passage to a powerhouse like you."

Retab Collin stated the standard for the Level 9 assessnt to Loren, and then he revealed the deeper aning of this assessnt.

"Your past deeds indicate you are a rather dangerous individual."

"The Interstellar Hunter Association needs to clarify your attitude to prevent you from dragging us down with you in the future."

"In fact, knowing your stance is far more important than anything else."