On the afternoon of the 16th of November, in the center of Red Street Market.
What was supposed to be a bustling and lively street was now filled with patrol soldiers in light armor and star blue uniforms, as well as police officers in black and blue uniforms. They carried stretchers, supplies, and notebooks to and fro on the destroyed houses and roads.
"There's another one here!" A soldier of the patrol team waved his hand and dragged out a deformed human body from a collapsed beam together with his colleagues who had rushed over after hearing the news.
"This one's still breathing!" Another urgent call came from afar. The doctors and healers hired by the City Hall, as well as some priests who volunteered from the Divine Temple, hurriedly came forward.
Lorbec Deira, the first-level director of the Western City Police Station, was standing on a small hill of collapsed houses. His feet were stepping on a blood-stained building material.
He had just sent away a few city hall government officials with a smile. They were dressed as brightly as the backstage. He politely listened and humbly accepted their stupid complaints such as, "Look, this is supposed to be your responsibility. How did you end up like this? Do you know that we, the city hall, also need to work to serve the people? We don't have the time to waste manpower here."
Behind Lorbec was an open space covered by a large umbrella. This was a temporary morgue. At the moment, there were close to a hundred corpses, some of which belonged to innocent citizens, and some of which belonged to gangsters. Many officials were wearing masks, holding pens and paper as they walked around the corpses. The corpses were occasionally recognized by family members who rushed over after hearing the news. Naturally, there was a heart-wrenching.
Some family members recognized the uniforms of the officials. They were so agitated that they even rushed forward. However, they were pulled away by the well-prepared soldiers and police officers.
Lorbec lowered his head and sighed deeply.
Fortunately, it was winter and the flies had not gathered yet.
Lorbec stepped on a signboard that was cracked into five or six pieces. It seemed to be a chess and card entertainment room. He walked down with a stiff expression.
An exquisite swordsman chess piece fell out of the bloodstained ruins.
Lorbec stopped in his tracks.
He slowly bent down, picked up the chess piece, and patted off the dust on it.
However, the blood on the chess piece had already coagulated and could not be wiped away.
This bunch of bastards.
Lorbec looked at the chess piece in his hand with an ashen face.
This swordsman chess piece was missing the hand that was holding the sword. It seemed to have been broken by a sudden force.
The director turned his head and looked at the side of the ruins. There, a man in a dark red leather coat was also looking at everything.
The man in the red coat turned around and looked at the director's dissatisfied expression.
"I won't agree!" Lorbec said resolutely.
"Are you sure?" The man in the red coat revealed his face. His thin face was covered with stubble, but his tone was full of hostility. "This is a request from the Blood Bottle Gang and that Lord."
"Nikolay! This is not what we originally agreed on! Even His Excellency will not allow you to blow up Red Street Market into ruins and take away almost two hundred lives! "The police chief gritted his teeth, as if he was suppressing his anger, and spat out the words one by one.
"And now you still want … their bodies?"
Lorbec felt that his dissatisfaction was about to break through the sky.
But the man he called Nikolay, although his face was full of ice, he didn't care at all.
"That is not accurate. Only a dozen houses in the center of the street were destroyed, right?"
"And I really didn't know that the West City Police Chief who stood by the side the whole night also had a sense of justice and compassion. Speaking of which, we also lost a lot of people last night."
'Scum, do you expect me to help you when you gang fight?' Lorbec thought angrily.
"This is the Blood Bottle Gang's loss, His Excellency's loss, and His Excellency's loss. Of course, it is also your loss." Nikolay continued.
'This scum, why did the Western Frontline expel him? They should have just chopped his head off! '
Lorbec cursed in his heart.
Nikolay said in an unfriendly tone, "So, for His Excellency's benefit, you can still make the decision on some bodies, right?"
But Lorbec did not give in as he expected.
The director took heavy steps in front of Nikolay, almost touching his nose. His eyes were full of anger as he said:
With eyes full of anger, he said, "I don't care how many of you Blood Bottle Gang scum have died. I am following His Excellency's orders, but he did not say that you scum would cause such a disaster! This morning, everyone in the King's City knew that you guys had nothing better to do in Red Street District! Even the Imperial Conference was discussing the gang fight in XC District! "
Nikolay's eyes changed.
He stepped forward without backing down and pressed his forehead against Lorbec's. He stared at the director's eyes and said with hatred and anger.
"Then you should know that our anger is no less than yours! The Blood Bottle Gang has never been complacent, blood debts will be repaid! "
Lorbec was also angered by Nikolay's provocative reply.
"Don't talk about your stupid matters! Especially you bunch of useless losers! "he scolded.
"The Blood Bottle Gang has never been complacent? Do you believe that if I withdraw the police and patrol now, scum like you won't even be able to leave Red Street District? "
Nikolay furrowed his brows indignantly, and the anger in his eyes grew stronger.
Lorbec stared back at him without showing any signs of weakness.
The surrounding members of the patrol team noticed the situation and silently approached them.
Two captains of the Swordsmen of Eradication had cold expressions and put their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists.
Nikolay glanced at the soldiers and felt a chill in his heart.
'This Big Green Skin has guts.'
At the same time, he noticed that among the residents outside the cordon, there were a few gazes with ulterior motives. They disappeared from time to time, and a few new gazes would appear again.
'Damn the Brotherhood.
After all, Red Street District no longer belongs to the Blood Bottle Gang. '
Considering the power of the police and the threat of the Brotherhood, Nikolay suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and took a step back.
'The Air Mystic is missing. At least before the Blood Mystic returns, we have to give in.
'Damn Big Green Skin, and that damn Great Noble.'
"I apologize for my words and actions, Lord Lorbec Deila." He emphasized the word 'Lord', and a smile bloomed on his thin face. He lowered his head and bowed, as if his previous anger was fake.
This bow was not very standard.
"We really should not have caused you such trouble. I will leave now and ask the Duke for forgiveness."
Nikolay smiled bashfully and turned to leave.
Until the expected reply came from behind him.
"Wait!"
Lorbec clenched his fist tightly and told himself not to be impulsive.
'Damn it.
Damn it.
Sure enough, once I took that step, I can't turn back. '
Lorbec waved his hand weakly and waved his subordinates who were about to surround him back away.
The corners of Nikolay's mouth curled up in satisfaction.
Chief Lorbec closed his eyes in pain. After a while, he whispered with a trembling voice, "Damn it.
"Damn it! Fine, you can take the corpses, but not more than twenty! And they must be unclaimed! "
The smile on Nikolay's face finally became sincere.
"Yes, Your Lordship."
He once again enthusiastically called Lorbec by his title.
'Unclaimed corpses?' Nikolay laughed contemptuously in his heart. 'Since the Blood Bottle Gang wants the corpses, then they are naturally unclaimed.
'Isn't that so?
What a pleasant cooperation between the police and the people. '
Nikolay made another nonstandard bow and turned to leave.
Lorbec looked at his back, shook his head, and asked weakly, "What's the matter?
He asked weakly, "What do you want the corpses for?"
"To entertain a few old friends on behalf of the big shots," Nikolay did not turn his head, but his tone was frightening.
"To prepare a banquet."
Nikolay disappeared from sight, and at the same time, a few watchful gazes from the crowd also disappeared.
Lorbec lowered his head and saw his reflection in a pool of blood at his feet.
It was a helpless middle-aged man with grizzled hair and wrinkles.
Lorbec felt a wave of disgust.
He took a deep breath and looked at the chess piece in his hand. He saw the one-armed swordsman smiling at him.
The police chief released his hand with a sorrowful expression and turned to leave.
The swordsman without a sword fell into the pool of blood and replaced Lorbec's reflection.
—
Six o 'clock in the evening, Mindis Hall.
"Four groups of five. Clear division of labor, tacit cooperation, supra class leaders, leading ordinary class experts. Although they have extraordinary skills and rich experience, judging from their equipment and identities, they are indeed hired."
Gilbert stood up from beside a corpse and waved his hand for the guards to carry it away.
"Mercenaries and adventurers who dare to attack the Royal Family's property … If the employer did not promise them a generous reward, then they must have the confidence to avoid the risk."
The middle-aged noble stood in the hall on the first floor with his hands behind his back. He suppressed his disgust for his collaborators and spoke to an empty corner.
"As a former adventurer, what do you think?"
A hoarse voice came from the void.
"Both, and most of them are the latter. The employer did not tell them the truth, such as' you will not encounter any supra class experts' or 'there will not be more than twenty guards'.
"Perhaps their employer did not expect that our guards are far more powerful than an ordinary property, and you are here as well," the middle-aged noble replied.
Corpses were carried down the stairs, the roof of the hall, and the corridor.
Gilbert watched as the guards carried the intruders out and cleaned up the blood. He lowered his head and pondered.
"But it is still too simple."
He murmured.
"Even though we have doubled the number of guards in Mindis Hall, even though we have fifty well-trained ordinary class and supra class Swordsmen of Eradication, even though they were only hired to test us, we still handled it too easily, too simply."
The guards who carried the corpses past them did not pay attention to Gilbert, who was talking to himself.
It was as if the middle-aged noble was talking to the air until Yodel's figure appeared beside him out of thin air.
"They did not have the awareness to fight to the death, and did not intend to cause harm to the guards," the masked secret protector said in a low voice.
"If I had taken action a little later, they would have retreated."
Gilbert frowned deeply.
"This is not right. Even if they were just testing us, their attitude and methods were too rash. It was as if —"
Yodel answered at the right time, "— as if they came to our doorstep to die."
The gray-haired middle-aged noble nodded and said,
"If their employer is really the one we expected, then they must know that if we really have an important secret, then this kind of preparation is of no use."
"Then why did they do it? Cover for the others? "
Yodel shook his head. "I did not sense anyone else.
If there is no one else … "
At this moment, Gilbert and Yodel raised their heads at the same time and looked outside the door.
Under the setting sun, an ordinary carriage was on the road leading to Mindis Hall.
After Gilbert finished listening to a guard's report, he nodded and said, "Jines has arrived. “
Gilbert frowned. "That woman originally hated to sit in narrow carriages like carriages. It seems that she also restrained her likes and dislikes in order to hide from others."
After hearing this, Yodel raised his head abruptly.
At first, Gilbert was still wondering why this secret protector, whose expression could not be seen, had such a big reaction.
But immediately after, his expression changed drastically and he looked back at Yodel in shock.
'Hide from' others' …
'It can't be?'
"Didn't you say that you did not sense anyone else?" Gilbert asked with a pale face.
Yodel turned his head to look upstairs and his figure flashed.
"I left eight Swordsmen of Eradication upstairs …" But before Gilbert could finish speaking, Yodel disappeared before his eyes.
'Wait, if I did not sense anyone else …'
Gilbert slapped his head hard.
"Everyone! Gather at the third floor at full speed! Protect the target! "
Thales was drenched in cold sweat and looked nervously at the man in front of him.
Just now, this fair-faced adult man, who was wearing a gorgeous pleated shirt and expensive leather boots, suddenly appeared between him and the eight Swordsmen of Eradication.
There was no wind, no sound, no breath, no trace.
Then, blood spurted out from the necks of the eight Swordsmen of Eradication beside Thales one after another.
It was not that transmigrators had never encountered powerful enemies before. For example, Asda the Mystic was one of them. But he really had never encountered an enemy who appeared so suddenly.
It was so sudden that Thales' visual nerves could not even react.
He did not see how the other party moved at all.
Thales subconsciously wanted to shout, but a right hand suddenly appeared in front of him.
This man, who had good taste in clothes, suddenly covered his mouth.
Thales still could not see his movements clearly.
Even an expert like 'Phantom Wind Follower' Ralf would at least have tracks and afterimages even though his movements were swift and fierce.
But this man in front of him did not move his right hand at all.
It was like a frame skipping animation.
Thales, who struggled to no avail, gave up on wasting his energy. He calmed down and tried to calm the beating of his heart. He looked at the man in front of him.
This man was slightly taller than Yodel. His neat blonde hair was spread behind his forehead, and his green pupils were clear. Even though his face was sickly pale, he was really — Thales could only describe it this way — very handsome.
Compared to Asda's feminine handsomeness, this man could be said to be the 'sunny and dashing' type. Coupled with his simple but elegant taste in clothes, he would definitely charm a lot of girls when he went out.
Unfortunately, Thales could not feel any warmth from him at all.
There was a pleasant smell of perfume coming from the man's body. Even a country bumpkin like Thales could recognize that this was not the cheap perfume that the townsfolk in the market would wear.
Now, this handsome man opened his pale mouth and smiled at him.
"I was just exercising my muscles, but look at me, what did I find?
A baby of a short-lived species. "
'Short-lived species?'
Thales caught this particular word choice.
"The smell on your body … Tsk tsk, it's really delicious.
As expected, good food is always in unexpected places! "
But in the next moment, the relaxed blonde man's expression suddenly changed.
His hand that was covering Thales flickered and changed again. In the next moment, Thales was held in his arms with his mouth covered.
"You found out so quickly. I can't deal with that mask," the handsome blonde man muttered. "I'll just pack it up and eat it at home.
"Fortunately, the sun is setting soon."
This was the last sentence Thales heard.
In the next moment, his eyes were surrounded by a burning red color, and the world was spinning.
The scene in Mindis Hall seemed to be spinning, and it was getting smaller and smaller.
Before his consciousness disappeared, Thales vaguely saw Yodel's mask appear among the eight Swordsmen of Eradication's corpses.
—
Recently, I've been thinking about opening a QQ group, but I don't know how many people are reading this book. If I open a group and there are only two or three people all year round, wouldn't that be embarrassing? (scratching head) ~
Readers who are reading this book, why don't you say something in the book review section? At least you can give me some confidence ~
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