Since Joanna didn’t want to say it, Karl wouldn’t ask.

Who doesn't have a little secret? After settling these people, Joanna left a man in black robes here to make some preparations, and then she left with the remaining three people.

Around early morning, the sixty or so people hidden by Joanna arrived one after another at the place arranged by Carl for them, and the engineering structure began to work.

But what Carl didn't expect was that the Storm Council's search would arrive so soon.

"Master, there is a man outside who claims to be a member of the Storm Council and wants to see you."

The next morning, Carl had just finished breakfast and planned to continue developing mechanical creations to accumulate spirituality.

Then V informed Carl of this matter through the mental link.

Putting down the things in his hands, Carl hesitated for a moment, then assembled a newly made power armor and returned to the first floor.

At the gate of the base, a sturdy man with a fierce look was waiting for Carl under the aim of several force field crossbows and various defensive equipment.

Although he tried his best to stay calm, it still made him feel a little creepy to have these things pointed at his head.

Just then, the gate of the base opened.

"What can I do for you?"

Carl opened the door to leave enough space for two people to pass through, walked out and asked the congressman outside.

After seeing the real owner of the base, the congressman seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He wanted to straighten up and say something reprimanding, but when he thought that this was Karl's territory, he swallowed the words back.

After reorganizing his words, the congressman finally spoke: "I have been ordered to investigate the criminals who brutally killed many innocent people in the market some time ago. I need to enter your station to search."

He thought that what he said was enough to give Karl enough face, but to his surprise, Karl did not make way for him to go in and search, but asked:

"Are you in charge of this entire thing, or just the search of the underground ruins?"

The councillor frowned and replied, "Of course I am only responsible for the search of the underground ruins! Storm Bay is not big, but it is not small either. How can I search it all by myself?"

"Then what evidence do you have to prove that you are a member of the Council of Storms? My base was attacked a while ago by a druid of the Son of Winter and a group of bandits who have a grudge against the Council of Storms. How do I know that you are not their accomplice?"

After hearing what Karl said, the congressman's eyes were bulging with anger, ready to force his way in.

But suddenly, the sound of loading guns was heard from the surrounding city walls.

This voice calmed him down for a moment, but he immediately remembered that he and Carl were standing so close, and if those weapons were really fired, Carl might be injured.

So he immediately wanted to catch Carl and use him as a shield.

The thought came to him almost in the blink of an eye, so his body executed the plan faster than his mind.

"Sure enough, those mechanical sounds are just for scaring people. This guy doesn't dare to attack directly! He..."

Before the congressman could be happy for too long, the sole of a steel combat boot suddenly enlarged in his field of vision.

"Bang!"

After a dizzying moment, the congressman found himself kicked several meters out of the gate.

This time, those weapons had no scruples, and the force field crossbows and magic arrows hit him directly on the head.

Fortunately, this congressman had some skills in his early years, and after a series of backflips, he just managed to avoid a round of attacks.

But he also knew very well that Carl was showing mercy, otherwise, those weapons would have turned him into fertilizer with just a little advance calculation.

The illusory feeling brought about by holding power for a long time dissipated a lot with this attack, and the congressmen clearly realized that their rights were nothing in front of a person who did not care about these rights.

As long as people are willing to take risks, they are not much different from ordinary people.

And as long as the opponent uses the trick of reanimating the dead on me afterwards, I will never be able to be resurrected again.

Thinking of this, the congressman broke out in a cold sweat.

"Do the officials in your place have such no rules? Even the secret forces of the dwarves need a warrant to search someone's home. Do you think you can prove that you are a member of the Storm Council just by talking? I said I was the young patriarch of the Dragonmark Family!"

After saying that, Karl closed the door without giving any face.

The congressman wanted to get closer, but another round of magic crossbow arrows came from the front.

Gritting his teeth, he had to go search the bases of several other adventure groups in the underground ruins first.

But they are not fools. When there was any movement on Carl's side, these adventure groups sent people to check the situation.

Carl didn't deliberately lower his voice when he spoke just now, and the scouts heard it clearly.

Therefore, this congressman was "invited" out by these adventure groups using the same excuse.

"What the hell, what kind of world is this! Do I have to prove that I am myself?"

After kicking a rock hard, the congressman took a moment to recover and then limped away.

…

In the base, Hope hugged Carl and laughed until she was out of breath.

I don’t know what Karl’s previous behavior had touched her funny bone, but now she was laughing so hard that she could hardly straighten her back.

"That's right. He said he wanted to search so we let him search? Who knows who he is?"

Carl patted Hope's back and rested his chin on his hand, looking calm.

"Won't the Storm Council take revenge for this?"

On the sofa next to them, Bane and Thorin looked worried.

They had suffered a loss once before, and they were afraid that Carl would get into trouble in a fit of anger.

"What we should be afraid of now is the Storm Council. Our adventure group in the underground ruins actually openly drove away the councillor who came to search the house, and even asked him to prove that he is a councillor of the Storm Council. This actually shows that the Storm Council's deterrent power is seriously insufficient."

It’s just like the Emperor of Zhou in his previous life who was attacked by arrows.

Whether the arrow hit the target or not is not important. What is important is that someone dared to shoot an arrow at the Emperor of Zhou.

Once everyone sees the weak nature of the Storm Council, it won't be long before the Storm Council is liquidated.

If it were the original members of the parliament, they might be able to crush all rebellions with their absolute strength.

But time has passed now. All the big pirates have been cleansed and returned to the shore. The ones in Storm Bay are only their former first mates, sailors, and even the descendants of those first mates and sailors.

After explaining these things to Bain and Thorin, they finally felt relieved.

But Scorpion said at this time: "What if the people in the Storm Council don't realize it?"

“Don’t realize it? Ha! Attitudes will spread, and they will soon realize it. As long as those who attacked the Storm Council are still alive, people’s attitudes towards the Storm Council will slowly change.

If someone spreads the news of what we did to the Storm Council members at this time, it may happen faster."

After saying that, Carl turned his head and looked at Scorpion.

"Tsk, you really know how to order people around. Why don't you let Ying do it?"

Realizing that Carl wanted him to spread the news, Scorpion said with some dissatisfaction.

After a long time, everyone became familiar with each other, and Scorpion even dared to joke with Carl.

"Ying has other things to do. Besides, I'm giving you a chance to take revenge on the Storm Council. Don't you want to push the Storm Council, which is already standing on the edge of the cliff, off with your own hands?"

His eyes swept over Bane and the other two, Carl chuckled, and took out a strangely shaped machine from his dimensional bag.

"This is a batch printing machine. First type out the content using a typewriter, then place the content roller on top of it, and you can print flyers in batches."

After that, Carl handed over some more papers.

This thing is also a gadget that Carl made recently. He is now studying how to combine it with the construct to make it a little smarter.

"Wow, you... you top students have really smart brains!"

Scorpion originally wanted to praise Carl for being insidious and cunning, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he realized that this was not a nice word.

Thorin, who had been beating Carl for several days, naturally knew how to use this thing, so he and Bain carefully chose the words, exaggerated what had just happened and made it into a short story, which they then printed in batches.

Scorpion returned to his previous job with the news, and gave the news and flyers to his colleagues in the "pub" for free.

She wasn't worried that her affairs would be leaked, because the tavern had always done a good job of keeping secrets. During its heyday, the Storm Council might have been able to learn Scorpion's true identity from them, but now...

Almost on the same night that Scorpion distributed the flyers, the Adventurer's Association and other places spread the news.

In the streets and alleys, those thugs who used to work for the Storm Council and bully others were put in sacks and had their legs broken.

The Son of Winter's purge plan has now almost achieved its effect. The diluted Green Rain virus has "screened out" most of the ordinary people with weak constitutions, and the remaining ordinary people are almost all those who have the qualifications to become professionals.

That night, many barbarians were inspired by rage in their revenge against the Storm Council.

Fury rules over passion and revenge, rage and despair.

And revenge in rage is most likely to win His favor.

When the news reached the ears of the top leaders of the Storm Council, they felt like the sky was falling.

The current Storm Council relies on its previous deterrent power to exploit the people of Storm Bay. When people develop a consciousness of resistance, the illusory deterrent power will gradually dissipate.

Of course, the most important thing is that due to long-term peace, the Storm Council has lost its absolute military power that allows it to override everyone else.

"No! We can't go on like this! Go, find the steward of the Dragon Mark Family and other forces in Storm Bay... No! I'll go myself! I'm afraid you can't go!"

Climbing up from the bed in a panic, the once-mighty leader of the Storm Council staggered out of the room.

Thick lead-gray clouds covered the sky of Storm Bay. At this time of year approaching autumn, a heavy rain was about to thoroughly cleanse the town.

(End of this chapter)