One day later, in the forest to the north of Bluewater Port.
A group of imperial police officers in dark blue uniforms surrounded a large piece of empty land.
Hossein ate his bread as he asked, "How did you find out?"
Richard, who was beside him, pointed toward the perimeter of the cordon and said, "It's that guy."
The person Richard was pointing at was a dark-skinned young man. A few police officers were surrounding him, asking him questions from time to time.
"According to him, he was picking herbs in the forest yesterday morning when he heard a loud noise. He thought it was a battle and went into hiding. Later, he realized that something was wrong and followed the sound to find his way here. "
"Are you sure he only heard one sound?" Hossein frowned and asked.
"Err, yes."
Hossein nodded and walked to the center of the area. He saw a few police officers taking notes on a piece of broken ground. Some of them were even taking pictures back and forth with their cameras.
Hossein squatted down and looked at the ground in a daze. It was a depression created by someone's foot. The ground around ten meters around the depression had sunk in. In the center of the depression, there was a footprint.
If there were no footprints, people might mistake it for a small crater.
"This power." Hossein used his hand to touch the soil before him. There were still traces of the high temperature. "In today's world, there are not many who can create such a crater with just one step. Additionally, only one sound can be heard after jumping. He must have jumped a distance of at least three kilometres. As for those who can do that, even fewer. In the entire world, there are probably less than five."
"Could it be..." Richard frowned.
"It could be an old friend from the Central Plains." Hossein took off his gloves. "Although I don't know who it is, this level of strength... Go back and send a telegram to Norman. This person is heading north. Tell him to be careful there."
"The rest of you, get ready to set off. We'll catch up to him."
"Yes!"
...
At the same time, in New Continent City on the eastern shore of the new land...
A mage covered his nose with a handkerchief and walked into the dungeon.
He looked at the man with disheveled hair in the dungeon with a look of disdain and said, "It's him?"
"Yes, sir. We found him in Rhode Island. However, this person is a lunatic. He kills everyone he sees. He's also wearing aristocratic armor. We don't know where he came from."
"Open it." Following the mage's instructions, the person beside him placed a wooden box in front of the prison cell and opened it. In an instant, brilliant lights filled the entire prison cell, and a crystal-clear longsword appeared in front of the cell.
Inside the cell, Marquis Jean opened his eyes and threw himself onto the steel pillar at the edge of the cell. He grabbed the steel pillar and shook it crazily. "This is my sword, my sword, my sword, give it back to me!"
His face was ferocious, and his eyes were bulging. He looked like a complete madman. He only said a few words back and forth, which made the mage in front of him frown even more.
In fact, before the seaplane piloted by Marquis Jean ran out of fuel, he was forced to land on a small island in a fishing village. However, the magic sword's erosion on his mind was getting worse and worse, causing him to think that everyone wanted to snatch his sword. In the end, he went crazy and killed people, and was arrested by the imperial army.
However, no matter how the police interrogated him, they were unable to get any useful information from the crazy Jean. Because he was wearing the armor of a noble, they finally reported it to the Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry of Magic's third-level special agent, Levis, looked at the report and set his gaze on the magic sword. However, no matter how he studied it, he could not understand what the sword was used for.
However, just by looking at its appearance, he knew that this sword was definitely not an ordinary item.
He frowned and looked at the crazy Jean in front of him. Patiently, he asked, "You'd better understand the current situation. You've killed so many people. No matter how strong your background is, you won't be able to get away easily.
Tell me what's going on with this sword, and I can help you apply for bail. "
Levis tried to persuade him for more than ten minutes, but it was as if Jean could not hear him at all. He continued to roar and struggle madly. Levis' expression became uglier and uglier.
With a cold snort, he left the prison with his subordinates. Behind him, Marquis Jean's sorrowful cries could be heard.
"No, you can't do this. This is my sword. It's mine. You can't take it away just like that!"
For some reason, Levis, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, felt a chill down his spine when he heard this sorrowful cry.
"What on earth are you?" Levis stroked the wooden box and mumbled to himself.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
Levis thought for a moment and said, "Send it back. Let those old fellows in the research institute figure out what this thing is. I don't have so much time to waste in such a remote place."
…
In the Northern Wilderness …
Rumbling sounds of air currents vibrating rang out, and a black shadow plunged down rapidly like a cannonball, smashing into the ground like a meteor.
The entire ground bulged up with a thud, and then the soil spread out in all directions like water ripples, leaving behind a large crater.
Zuo Qingcang stood in the middle of the crater and suddenly frowned.
During this period of time, he had been making his way through the forest by jumping a few kilometers at a time. Occasionally, he would go to the towns to gather information. However, during this period of time, he had been frequently reporting on the Northern Wilderness, and the various news reports on the suppression of the resistance army had decreased by a lot.
This abnormal calmness made Zuo Qingcang feel that something was wrong.
At this moment, Zuo Qingcang stopped in his tracks. His ears twitched, and he seemed to have heard gunshots.
"It's …" The Night Sea in his left eye quickly released invisible rays. His head turned slightly, and he looked towards the northwest. There was a shocking heat wave exploding there.
"… There."
The next moment, Zuo Qingcang's body squatted down slightly, and a huge reaction force came from the ground beneath his feet. His entire body shot up into the sky like a missile, flying towards the northwest.
As for the ground beneath his feet, a large amount of dust was kicked up, and the crater on the ground sank again like mud.
Reaction force was this universe's rule. Therefore, although Zuo Qingcang could control his gravity, if he wanted to use a powerful force to fly out, he would still need to stomp on the ground to produce a powerful force. However, with the same reaction force, he would be able to fly even further.
In the blink of an eye, he was flying at extreme speed, and became a black dot in the sky.
Zuo Qingcang looked at the ground beneath his feet, and the ground flew past his vision. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at a basin. What he saw were violent explosions and concentrated gunshots.
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