Chapter 771: A Middle-Aged Police Inspector Promoted Three Times
The Kingdom of Star Antimony, the city of knowledge, Leipzig.
Early this morning, someone discovered the sausages hanging brightly in the municipal square.
They were all dressed in the most formal uniforms they had worn in life, their skin shriveled and hardened from being drained of blood, revealing a lifeless bluish-black color.
They weren't tied up and hung from telephone poles or streetlights in the town square... Instead, they were stretched out by the neck and strung from a newly constructed, still-fresh gallows, like a group of freshly hanged criminals. Their hands were nailed to a wooden board in front of them, with the words "thief," "liar," and "cheat" written prominently in dried blood.
Many of them were unfamiliar to the residents of Leipzig. Some wore morning suits, some evening gowns, and some wore old aristocratic costumes from the imperial era. In short, they all seemed to be important figures, but people didn't know them well.
——But there is only one person that everyone in Leipzig knows.
That was Inspector Frank Schumacher, Chief of the Leipzig Public Police.
He was hanged in the same manner in the town square, wearing his uniform as a first-class inspector, with epaulettes and several medals of honor on his chest, with the word "traitor" written on the wooden board nailed to his hand.
Someone called the police immediately.
But until almost noon, the police car from the Public Security Police Department did not arrive at the scene to remove these things.
Some people rushed directly to the Public Security Police Station to report the crime. However, from a distance, they could see the huge and solemn "cordon" being drawn up, clearly parked at the entrance - and a large number of Public Security Police officers in black uniforms were stationed near the cordon, surrounding the entire Public Security Police Station.
At first, some people anxiously and eagerly tried to explain to them what was happening.
However, the public security police who were on guard outside did not want to listen to what they said. No matter what they said, they just emphasized that they had important tasks and could not leave, and would not allow them to enter the police station.
Gradually... people belatedly realized something.
Although it was still unclear what exactly had happened, the feeling that something big was happening was becoming increasingly clear.
Just like when the head teacher is monitoring the noisy class at the back door, the classroom suddenly becomes extremely quiet at a certain moment without any warning - the noisy crowd on the street also suddenly begins to become extremely sparse at a certain moment.
Some chose to flee to their homes and hide, while others tried to leave Leipzig with their families. But no matter what they chose, one thing was certain... that the Public Security Police Department was no longer safe.
The whole street suddenly became quiet. Only those who were slow to get the news had hesitant expressions on their faces, and were seen coming and going one after another.
At this moment, a red sports car with a streamlined body made a buzzing sound and sped towards them from a distance.
The public security police, who had been standing at the door like a puppet, and had hardly responded to any questions, suddenly reacted with a start.
Before the car arrived, there was a small commotion, and some people instinctively raised their guns. But then the commotion was stopped and silence fell again.
"--how?"
The passenger window was rolled down, and Prince Szijjártó's cold voice rang out from inside the car: "What do you want to do? Point a gun at me?"
His Royal Highness's words immediately caused a stir.
The arguing and noise suddenly grew louder, and after more than ten seconds, a middle-aged man in a police inspector's uniform, with a large belly and a stiff smile, trotted over, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Your Highness... We have no ill intentions. It's just that something happened today, and the brothers were a little too vigilant for a moment..."
"oh?"
Szijjártó, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows and said in a declarative tone, "I understand. You're trying to warn me."
"How could that be, Your Highness? Someone sent us... us a threatening letter! There might be explosives in the Supervisory Bureau—"
The middle-aged man was still thinking of a reason, but suddenly he had an idea and came up with a good excuse.
Then, his words suddenly became fluent. "Someone said they sent us something that could blow up the police station! There are alchemists sent by the Royal Alchemy Association defusing the bomb inside. To avoid causing trouble, the brothers have all fled..."
"It's so dangerous."
Szijjártó glanced at him and said coldly, "Then I'll leave first."
"well--"
The middle-aged man shuddered and suddenly raised his voice: "Your Highness! I mean... Your Highness, why don't you go in and take a look? Leipzig has never seen a disaster of this scale. If you can go in and take a look around, it will also gain some good reputation with His Majesty! I mean, His Majesty will reward you..."
He was a little incoherent for a moment, and kept taking out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe the sweat off his face. It was obvious that he was under great psychological pressure - he knew Szijjártó's identity and what he was doing.
This made his fingers almost tremble.
Szijjártó asked in return, “Where’s Inspector Weiner?”
"He's in there defusing a bomb!"
"Can you call him out?"
"Uh...but none of my brothers really want to go in..."
"You hope I can enter the place you dare not enter?"
Szijjártó suddenly laughed, his eyes complicated and disappointed.
The middle-aged man didn't understand why he was laughing, so he could only stand in front of the car window, wiping his sweat and smiling.
"You really want me to come in?"
Szijjártó said leisurely, as if he had relaxed a little.
The middle-aged man didn't dare admit it and could only say awkwardly, "I just thought His Majesty might be pleased... Of course, you certainly understand His Majesty better than I do! If you don't think so, then just treat my words as nonsense..."
"—So, you're in charge here now?"
An elegant and ethereal female voice suddenly came from the back seat, startling the middle-aged man.
As the car window slowly rolled down, his face tensed and he looked towards the back seat vigilantly, his left hand unconsciously reaching for the pistol at his waist.
Before he could see the man's face clearly, a fragrant breeze seeped out.
It tastes like freshly peeled lychees, warm rose wine, and a hint of pine scent.
Then, the nervous middle-aged man saw a face that was so beautiful that it was a bit weird - and a pair of dark red pupils that were still shining in the dim back seat of the car.
She looked to be in her twenties, and the low-cut black and dark red dress she was wearing made her look like she was going to a party.
Almost instantly, he relaxed.
The sweet aroma seeped into his brain, causing his intelligence to plummet. He only had eyes for this beautiful young woman, and he would do anything to please her.
"So you've already succeeded!"
He praised the Moon Child with all his might, even revealing the secret he had wanted to hide: "You must have charmed His Highness Szijjártó with your own charm!"
"And the Count of Leipzig?"
The other party asked.
That voice was like a brand deeply imprinted on the middle-aged police inspector's mind. His brain involuntarily began to search for information, and his body was already moving before his rational reaction could react.
At this moment, a dark red glow emanated from the bottom of his pupils, which was a sign of resonance with the path of love.
And deep within that red wine-like glow, there was a pink light that moved and circled like a snake.
Finally, unconsciously, two pink circles connected end to end and quietly hovered in the center of his pupils. It looked like the reflection of a flash in the bottom of the pupil when taking a photo.
The middle-aged police inspector immediately said obediently: "The Earl should still be in the Earl's Mansion, but he will go to the police station soon!"
"—Ask him what benefits he got."
Prince Szijjártó turned around and whispered.
That would have made the middle-aged inspector extremely awed, his teeth tingling and his fingertips trembling at the mere thought of deceiving the other party. But now, when he heard the prince whispering to this lady, he suddenly felt an inexplicable murderous intent and irritation in his heart.
It was as if he wanted to kill His Royal Highness the Prince right here!
"Still not giving up? Fine then."
The lady chuckled, turned around and looked at the middle-aged police inspector, and said lightly: "What are your benefits?"
"Count Leipzig promised me that I would be promoted three levels in a row, to the rank of Second Class Inspector!"
The middle-aged police inspector said with great pride: "I will also have a house of my own in the city of Leipzig!"
"You sound strong?"
"I am a fourth-level Blood Lord, ready to transform into a Moon Child at any time!"
The middle-aged police inspector said immediately.
Blood Lord—that was one of the advancement paths for the Blood Mage class, and could also be considered a "Son of the Half Moon." This was one of the very few extraordinary classes that could be fully inherited and retained after transforming into a Son of the Moon. Hong Xiang himself was this class.
"That's all?"
The lady asked with interest, "No gold coins, titles, or anything like that?"
The middle-aged police inspector sneered, "That kind of thing is meaningless—if the Earl wants gold coins, he can have as many as he wants. The title is meaningless... In the future, the entire Star Antimony will be completely different from its current shape!"
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
