"Excuse me, excuse me, please make way!" Manfeld squeezed into the crowd and immediately attracted the attention of the refugees.
"Who are you?" Someone blocked his way, looking displeased. "Even if you can't hold it in any longer, you should at least wait until I'm done."
He was also the one who laughed sinisterly at the beginning. His mind raced. It seemed that the other party was most likely the leader of this group. It was impossible to take away a woman in front of a dozen gangsters, and he didn't have any weapons. His only chance was to take down the leader first, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape.
"I'm here to remind you that someone has already informed the guards in black. If you don't run now, it will be too late." Manfeld spread out his hands and pretended to be calm. He took two steps closer to the leader and winked at the woman, hoping that she would understand that he was not on the same side as these hooligans. However, the woman did not respond. Instead, she tilted her head and looked confused.
Damn it! Doesn't this guy understand the situation he is in?
How could he still be so … calm even at this stage?
"What black-clothed guards? Aren't they just patrols?" The leader grinned. "It's hard to say who they'll help. You are still a rookie, aren't you? "
"Hahaha, judging from his appearance, he must be from a rich family."
"In the end, didn't they end up like us?"
"If you know what's good for you, get out of here before the boss gets angry —"
The crowd burst into laughter. At this moment, Manfeld made his move. He lowered his shoulder and slammed into the chest of the leader, who had let down his guard. Then, he punched the leader and knocked him to the ground.
Compared to Mike McKinley's two well-trained servants, these hooligans were much easier to deal with. From the moment Manfeld made his move to the moment he fell, the leader did not even make a sound.
The crowd burst into an uproar.
"Damn it! You're courting death!"
"Save the boss!"
Manfeld felt several blows on his back and legs, but he could not care less. He reached out his hand to the woman and said, "Come with me!"
Something unexpected happened.
The woman did extend her hand, but she didn't put it in his palm. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the encirclement.
"Hey, you …" Manfeld was about to ask if the woman was mistaken, when he saw the electric sparks bouncing on the woman's body.
Wait a minute … lightning?
Before they could come back to their senses, the tiny electric light instantly turned into an electric arc, and the blue light suddenly flourished. Like a long snake, it pounced on the gangsters who rushed up, piercing them one by one like skewers. In front of such an incredible scene, the perpetrator had almost no power to resist. He only had time to let out a short scream before his body stiffened and fell to the ground.
"That's enough." The woman clapped her hands and said in a relaxed manner.
"Er … Are you …" Manfeld was dumbfounded.
"That's right, I'm a witch." The woman admitted her identity very calmly.
But … shouldn't all witches be incomparably beautiful, have an impressive figure, and every move of theirs filled with charm? He looked at the woman carefully for a moment, but the feeling he got from her did not match the description at all. Not to mention her appearance, it was already a compliment that she was ordinary. She was also quite skinny, and from the back, she looked no different from a little girl.
"Then … what should we do with them?" Manfeld pointed at the gangsters on the ground.
"I'll contact the police department to deal with the aftermath. Don't worry, I only used about 10% of my strength, so they'll be unconscious for half an hour at most. However, the mine and the furnace area won't let them go so easily. I think they'll have to stay there for at least half a month. "
Manfeld found that he could not follow the woman's words at all.
From her tone, it seemed that this conflict was all part of her plan.
"By the way, I'm Sharon. Can you tell me your name?" The woman's question interrupted his thoughts.
"Well, Manfeld …"
"You're the first person I've met to stand up for me. Why?"
"Why?" Manfeld rubbed the place where he had been kicked. "Isn't it a matter of course to stop the crime? I just didn't expect that you didn't need my help at all. "
"A matter of course?" Sharon curled her lips. "If everyone thought that way, those people who started the fight wouldn't have run away."
"But there's always someone who understands that." In the history books, the nobles were all transformed from such people. They brought order to the chaotic world and paved a way through thorns.
"You're right. There's always someone who knows what's right and what's wrong." Sharon smiled. "You're a new immigrant to Neverwinter, right? Do you want to join the police department? "
"You mean … to become a man in black?"
"Yes. The main responsibility of the police is to crack down on crime, maintain order, and protect the residents. I think it's a good job for you. Besides, they don't have to wear black all the time. For example, now. "
"Huh?" Manfeld was stunned.
"Well, I have to report to the Administrative Office. The receptionist is waiting for you." Sharon waved her hand and walked toward the inner city.
"Now you know why I didn't let you go, right?"
Matt smiled at Manfeld when he returned to the team.
"What … what's going on?" Manfeld asked in confusion.
"It's an effective way to deter crime," Matt explained as he walked. Matt explained as he walked, "Originally, the temporary housing area in the suburbs wasn't this chaotic, at least when I lived there. But since the number of immigrants increased several times, the public security has been severely reduced. Among all the crimes, the violence against vulnerable women is the most prominent. Of course, I'm not saying that you're to blame, because there are many refugees from other places in Graycastle. Because there are so many of them, it's hard for the police to take care of them all. More importantly, if you don't call the police after the crime has happened, the criminals may have already caused irreparable harm. "
"Isn't it obvious? When a large number of scums are gathered together, even the best place will become a mess," someone muttered. Someone muttered, "In my opinion, the King of Graycastle shouldn't have accepted these unknown people at all."
Matt shook his head. "His Majesty wants everyone to be useful, especially in the Battle of Divine Will. However, this idea didn't come from His Majesty. It was the witches who suggested it. For them, it can consume magic power, kill time, and maintain public security. It's killing two birds with one stone. "
"Kill time?" Manfeld could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"It's proven that this method is very effective. Any seemingly weak refugee can launch a fatal counterattack, which is enough to dissuade those who are interested in it. Besides, the police will never let go of a criminal, and repeat offenders will think twice about the consequences. After the two parties worked together, the public security here is much better than before. "
"I see …" Manfeld said thoughtfully. It seemed that the men in black in Neverwinter were completely different from the patrols in the past. Instead, they were more like the Knight in Manfeld's mind.
If Sharon did not lie to him, this might be an ideal job.
After arriving at the temporary housing and being assigned rooms, Matt waved goodbye to them. "I'll come back tomorrow and show you the history and characteristics of Neverwinter, which will be very helpful for your future life and integration. Also, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Manfeld was about to ask about the requirements to become a police officer, but he somehow changed his words. "On my way here, I saw some giant iron birds. I wonder if you've seen them —"
"Ah, I've seen them. If you stay in Neverwinter for a long time, you'll know that they're not rare." Before Manfeld could finish, Matt replied with a smile, "It's indeed a little shocking when you see them for the first time, but you'll get used to it. If you're talented enough, you might even be able to fly them into the sky. "
"Are you serious?" Manfeld's heart skipped a beat.
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