On a morning when the first snow was near and the sun had disappeared, a transmigrator named Wang Ju met a girl with donkey ears.
"You know my name?"
Hearing the girl address him that way, Wang Ju turned to look at her, puzzled.
The girl's features were delicate and soft. She wore a white shirt and a black miniskirt, and her long flaxen hair was tied in a neat ponytail. She looked like a gentle young lady raised in luxury.
The girl giggled. "Looks like I got the right person. You really are the officer they call the Sword Saint."
No one could resist the smile of a girl next door like her. Even Wang Ju, stern as he was, softened a little.
He paused. "Is there something you need?"
Wang Ju was something of a celebrity: an advocate of iron fists and tyranny, the undefeated Sword Saint of Chernobog, and a rare mutant in appearance.
All of these identities belonged to him.
The girl blinked her blue eyes and raised a hand with a giggle. Wang Ju noticed several similar rings on her fingers.
She said earnestly, "Hey, Officer, do you know Rhodes Island?"
