Chapter 65
Xia Zuo did not look at these drawings without permission.
He handed them to Mol, who took them in both hands and looked through them carefully. His eyes suddenly lit up and he sighed sincerely:
"Such a genius design... As expected, Your Majesty."
She did not avoid Xia Zuo, but perhaps out of some subtle jealousy and comparison, she kept the contents of the drawings strictly blocked.
Xia Zuo: "..."
The expression on his face became a little complicated.
...Christine's followers are really scary.
However, it reminded him inexplicably of... Ursula from before.
Once her strength reaches the standard, she will emerge from the deep sea. I don’t know when I can see her again.
The brown-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly.
Mol was extremely sensitive to emotions and almost instantly noticed that something was wrong with Xia Zuo's mood. He blinked and said:
"Mr. Freeman, I'm not being defensive. If you'd like to see His Majesty's hand-drawn drawings, I'd be happy to lend them to you."
——But if there are minor flaws, that’s another story.
Xia Zuo was a little amused and helpless. The other party seemed to interpret his recent low mood as a strange mentality that only Christine's followers would have.
But with this interruption, the bad mood disappeared. Xia Zuo took a deep breath and asked:
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Moer nodded reservedly and handed him the blueprint. "Your Majesty is saying that ordinary people make up the vast majority of the church. They must learn to defend themselves and not constantly beg for help from others. I believe most people would prefer to control their own power."
Xia Zuo asked curiously, "Power? Christine has a way to help ordinary people gain talents?"
"Talent is the power that leaks out from the moment a god falls asleep. It's something that shouldn't exist. It's humanity's plundering of the power of the gods—hence, humanity's talent is declining."
After speaking in a very cold tone, Moore's tone softened again: "But—the weapons are different, Mr. Freeman."
Xia Zuo paused.
Moore continued, "Our technological development hasn't been smooth, and most of it is still in the hands of the Federation. But we want ordinary people without any talent to one day be able to take up arms and protect themselves and their families."
Xia Zuo just remained silent without saying a word, his brown hair covering his bright golden eyes.
He tightened his grip on the paper slightly.
——A long time ago, Cesar told him the same thing.
The black-haired boy told him in a calm tone that if he was given some time, he could make it possible for an ordinary person to completely kill a gift holder.
He will create a killing weapon that ordinary people can use.
Why is Christine's statement so similar to Caesar's?
Do they...know each other?
"Mr. Freeman? Mr. Freeman?"
The blonde girl, who was trying to wake Xia Zuo up, frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Xia Zuo slowed down and was about to reply "I'm fine" when he heard the girl with spread white wings say indifferently:
"Please be careful not to damage the blueprint His Majesty gave me."
The emphasis was added on "Your Majesty, leave it to me."
Xia Zuo, whose importance was completely inferior to a few blueprints: "..."
However, there were wolves surrounding the church, and now was not the time to let personal emotions control him.
Xia Zuo quickly cleared his mind and seriously considered the plans on the paper. When he saw those weapons that were more lethal and sophisticated than ordinary guns, he took a deep breath and nodded to Mol:
"If you need me, I'll be there anytime."
What he didn't notice was that he had unknowingly regarded the church's affairs as his own business.
His subconscious mind had already considered himself a part of the church.
Hearing this, the blonde girl smiled and said, "Thank you for your help. On behalf of the believers in the church, I offer you my most sincere blessings."
…
Three months later.
In the Hidden Wing District Executive Office, the only area adjacent to the wasteland, the newly appointed district chief is nervously formulating a plan to save his life in the future.
The only reason he was able to take office was probably because the previous one died.
The Executive Director and Regional Director generally couldn't be the same person, but the marginal district—particularly one close to Eastwood—naturally couldn't be treated the same way. Furthermore, officials who held multiple positions often failed to assert their authority and, in fact, died faster.
The current director of the Executive Agency was frantically thinking about how to survive, while in his heart he was vehemently cursing some of his colleagues who had brought him here and who wished him dead.
After cursing for a while, he began to look through the archives of past years and study them carefully.
The Hidden Wing District wasn't always particularly dangerous and chaotic. This period of unrest was often related to unusual movements in the neighboring Wasteland District. After all, that was where the true concentration of gifted criminals lay, and the home base of the Ruthless and Wolf Exterminators.
In comparison, the Hidden Wing Area can only be regarded as a temporary resting place that they will consider when they are desperate.
The wasteland and the hidden area are at the same level, and the control over the flow of people is not as strict as that from the lower level to the higher level. However, it is difficult for ordinary people to have the money and energy to complete the migration. Those who can travel frequently between the two areas are either rich people or talented people.
This means that once something happens in the wilderness, the people who come are basically dangerous people.
The Director of the Executive Agency nervously flipped through the recent intelligence on the wasteland.
Thanks to the fact that there are no Execution Agency staff members left alive in the deserted area, this intelligence page is short and can be read quickly.
The director paused.
church?
What is this??
The man's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly turned the page, only to find more detailed information.
——Currently, the largest force in the wilderness is not some vicious team of gifted criminals, but a church where most of the believers are ordinary people.
The central temple of the church is located in the southeastern part of the wasteland near the Hidden Wing District. It is said that it was built by the gods themselves overnight.
On the surface, the divine messenger who handled various matters was named Mol, headed by "His Majesty," as she called him. His Majesty only appeared more frequently in the early days, and once the church was on track, he no longer appeared often before the believers.
But even so, there are countless ordinary people who only learned of the church's existence later and still believe in it.
The harmonious and friendly believers, the weapons they had never seen before, and the comfortable and warm life were all things they could never experience in the past.
And ordinary people killing gifted people - what a strong temptation!
After passing the various tests and being confirmed as a sincere believer in His Majesty, and after being restricted by the church through various means from harming innocent people, almost every believer can receive a new weapon provided by the church.
And all of this was brought by His Majesty.
Whether it is the mining of ore, the interview of machines that have never been seen before, or the means to quickly build a fortress.
——It’s like a miracle.
The man breathed a sigh of relief—given the current situation in the wasteland, his inauguration ceremony tomorrow would be much safer.
He had simplified the ceremony to a minimum, but with someone from the Federation watching, it was difficult to cut too much into the process. The man suspected that their previous leader had died because of their outdated dogmatic beliefs.
The most important thing now is to keep my family hidden a little longer.
However, as soon as he turned around, he froze in place.
"dad!"
A little girl whose eyes and eyebrows looked very similar to his cried and called out to him: "Mommy, Mommy fainted, there is so much blood... Wuuuuuuu..."
The man's eyelids twitched violently and his mind went blank.
A very bad guess formed in his mind.
But he didn't dare to act rashly. He tried his best to calm himself temporarily, looked at his little daughter to comfort her, and then stiffly shifted his gaze to the brown-haired boy behind her who had his hand on the little girl's shoulder, only a few centimeters away from her neck.
The brown-haired boy seemed to have not cut his hair for a long time. His hair was long and hung below his shoulders. There was no emotion in his golden eyes. He was only a little gentle when he touched the little girl. He seemed to be easy to talk to.
But the man had not forgotten where he was and did not dare to judge people by appearance. It was not until he saw the white and gold-patterned pendant on the side of the brown-haired boy that he said tentatively, "...Are you from the church?"
The brown-haired boy shook his head decisively: "I'm not."
"But you've been working for the church for nearly four months without receiving any compensation."
There was a sound of flapping wings outside the window. The Director of the Executive Office turned around and saw a blonde girl dressed like an angel in a fairy tale appear in front of the window, gracefully folding her wings.
Noticing his gaze, she nodded and said, "Director, relax. We hold no ill will towards you. Although there's blood on Freeman's body, it belongs to the enemy—our common enemy."
"Mo'er, can we explain this more clearly..." Xia Zuo hung up under Mo'er's gaze, turned back to look at the director, and explained, "She is Mo'er from the church. You should have heard of her. The reason we are here is just to protect your family, nothing more."
Xia Zuo withdrew his hand, and the little girl he rescued rushed towards the director crying.
But she still remembered her savior, sobbing, "It was my big sister and big brother who saved me and my mother! My big sister flew over here in an instant!"
Mol: “…”
Mo Er didn't look at the child. Instead, he faced the Director of the Execution Agency and said coldly, "Your wife is also under our protection. She is injured. I think you know what you should do next. You are a smart person."
Xia Zuo glanced at her.
I heard that four months ago, she was a disabled person who appeared indifferent and relieved, but four months later, she was able to fight for what she wanted to protect.
Everyone has something they want to protect, and he is no exception.
He slowed his voice. "Perhaps you don't know anything, but I'd say it was the people from the picket tower who attacked your family. Perhaps someone gave you something while you were here?"
With the comfort of the top-level light-oriented talent holder, the man's emotions stabilized a little. Hearing this, he said hesitantly, "Give me something...? I really don't know. I always thought I came here to take office because of my political enemies!"
"That's indeed possible," Mo Er said. "I can get rid of you and complete the mission at the same time. Why not?"
"Wait," Xia Zuo interrupted her, his eyes suddenly sharp, "someone else is coming."
"Then kill them."
Mol spread his wings and drew the sword hanging at his waist.
The blonde envoy of God has always been murderous enough in dealing with such things, but when she turned her head and saw Xia Zuo, she discovered what kind of deep hatred he was hiding when he lowered his eyes.
You know, for this person with an extremely pure and bright inclination, not to mention hatred, even any sharp negative emotions rarely appear.
Mol paused slightly.
…It seems that Freeman and the Picket Tower have some deep hatred involving human lives.
No wonder he was so proactive when he heard that she needed a thug to go to the Hidden Wing District to investigate the matter related to the Patrol Tower.
After all, everyone can live a good life, but not enemies.
There were four black-robed men in the patrol tower who found the Executive Agency. All of them were B-level talent holders. Xia Zuo alone could wipe them all out before they could react.
Mol wasn't worried about him at all.
After four months of working together, she was well aware of the fighting ability of this brown-haired boy.
"Tell me everything you know," Moore stepped forward and placed the tip of his sword against the neck of the last black-robed man who had lost his fighting ability. "Otherwise, I will break every bone in your body."
The Director of the Executive Office murmured softly, "...Is this someone from the church?"
Aren’t they all said to be friendly and gentle?
Why do you always want to kill people and break bones?
Xia Zuo's hearing allowed him to easily catch this sentence. He smiled and said, "But it is obvious that before a church member becomes a believer, he was first a person from the wilderness."
His eyes fell on the interrogating figure of More.
"I know someone who's great at this."
Mol: "Oh, can you introduce me?"
Xia Zuo said: "He is dead."
While Mo Er was listening to the information revealed by the black-robed man under his command, he turned around and glanced at him:
"My condolences. If ever you decide to fight your way through a picket tower, I can ask at the church if anyone wants to go with you."
Xia Zuo smiled and said, "Then I'll go first..."
"The agent of the Crest family... We are here to find Crest—"
"boom!!"
Before Mol could react, the brown-haired boy had already pulled the man out from under her hands and slammed him against the solid wall with a bang. Without even controlling the strength, he directly smashed a human-shaped dent in the wall and spoke word by word:
"Clayster? Agent?"
The black-robed man was hit so hard by this force that he vomited several mouthfuls of blood and even spit out two pieces of flesh. He kept coughing and was unable to answer Xia Zuo's questions. His face was distorted with pain.
"Xazor Freeman." Moore said coldly, "Your Majesty asked me to pay attention to your mood after coming here. I don't want to disappoint Your Majesty."
The brown-haired boy took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."
Then, he loosened his grip slightly, nodded to Mol, picked up the man, and flipped him out of the window.
Moore didn't stop him.
Since His Majesty said to pay attention to the other party's emotions, it means that this is something His Majesty had long anticipated. She only needs to complete her work.
As for Shazo Fryman, he'll be back.
The blonde girl spread her wings again and looked at the man who was trembling with fear beside her.
"Perhaps you would like to see your wife, Mr. Director."
…
…
Xia Zuo showed no pity for the black-robed man in his hand.
He was running fast in the Hidden Wing Area.
Several months of experience in the wilderness had greatly improved his overall quality. At least he was able to quickly find a suitable location, allowing him to continue the interrogation that he had been unable to complete due to the presence of the director of the Executive Agency and his daughter.
The man in black robe was thrown to the ground mercilessly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of beast-like golden eyes.
He had seen this pair of golden eyes in the wanted notices inside the patrol tower. For a long time, this was the nightmare of the patrol tower members who were responsible for hunting down the wanted persons.
It is hard to imagine that a holy priest of a god would have such ferocious eyes.
"An agent of the Crest Family, huh?" Xia Zuo grabbed his hair and said, "You've set your sights on the Crest Family again... Ha."
Picket Tower, Kleist, these two nouns put together are just like dancing on the Chazore Point, giving him the middle finger and saying "Come here" while dancing.
The brown-haired boy said slowly:
"He's here, right? The Cloak District, or... the Wasteland."
Xia Zuo directly tore open his wound, plucking his pain nerves from a piece of flesh and blood, and shouted with gritted teeth: "Speak!!"
“…He’s right here!! He’s been here for months! We, our prophet sensed his presence…!!”
The man breathed in, as if that could ease the intense pain, but the words he spoke even contained a hint of subtle sarcasm:
“…It’s like finding yourself back in the day.”
Obviously, as the one with the highest status among the several black-robed men that Mol picked out, he had already seen through Xia Zuo's identity, that is, the High Priest Freeman who had been wanted by their internal forces for a long time.
"Since you knew he was here for months, why did you only show up recently?" The brown-haired boy ignored the malice in his words and asked directly, "This is not like your style. What did you do?"
"You think we, ahem, don't want to?" Since he wasn't going to live long anyway, the black-robed man said, "This is no secret in the Patrol Tower... The agents of the Crest family who appeared in the prophet's dream were actually two people...! And one of them is already dead!"
This was so bizarre that even the prophet thought his ability had been interfered with and gone awry. After all, they hadn't been able to find an agent for over a decade. The Crest family must have used some secret method, and perhaps they were using another one to confuse them.
Not to mention that the remaining agent candidate is still in the wasteland. You know, in a place like that, whether it is the patrol tower or the federation, the control power is pitifully weak.
In a sense, that place was Eastwood's territory, and Eastwood Prison for the Insane happened to be Crest's family business.
With so many factors combining to form a whole bunch of hesitations, they could no longer sit still when they saw the unusual movements in the deserted area and the Federation taking action.
After saying these words, the black-robed man suddenly noticed that the brown-haired boy was abnormally silent.
This silence created an extremely terrifying pressure, like a storm about to hit you.
"Two agents of the Crest family... one is dead."
The brown-haired boy murmured, "Christine... Kleist."
"——Christine Kleist."
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