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Chapter 771 A middle-aged police inspector promoted to three levels in a row

Kingdom of Star Antimony, City of Knowledge Leipzig.

Early this morning, someone discovered the sausages hanging in the municipal square.

They were all wearing the most solemn uniforms they had ever worn. Their skin was dry and hard due to the blood being sucked away, revealing a lifeless blue-black color.

They were not tied up and hung on telephone poles or street lamps in the municipal square... but were hung with their necks stretched out on a relatively fresh gallows that had just been made, just like a group of people who had just been hanged.

They are like sinners. Their two hands are nailed together with a wooden board in front of their body, with the words "thief", "liar" and "liar" written on it in dried blood.

Many of them are not familiar to the residents of Leipzig. Some of them are wearing morning gowns, some are wearing evening gowns, and some are wearing ancient aristocratic costumes from the imperial era... In short, they seem to be big shots, but they are not counted among them.

familiar.

——But there is only one person whom everyone in Leipzig knows.

That was Inspector Frank Schumacher, chief of the Leipzig police police.

He was wearing the uniform of his first-class police inspector, with epaulettes and several medals of honor hanging on his chest. He was also hanged in the municipal square like this, with the word "traitor" written on the wooden board nailed to his hand.

Someone called the police immediately.

But until nearly noon, no police car from the Public Security Police Department arrived at the scene to remove these items.

Some people rushed directly to the Public Security Police Station to report the crime. But far away, they could see the huge and solemn "warning cordon" being opened and parked at the door in plain sight - and a large number of police officers

The police, all wearing black uniforms, stayed near the cordon and surrounded the entire Public Security Police Department.

At first there were people who were anxious and eager to explain to them what had happened.

However, the security police who were continuously on guard outside did not want to listen to what they had to say. No matter what people said, they were just emphasizing that they had important tasks and could not leave, nor were they allowed to enter the police station.

Gradually...people gradually realized what was happening.

Although it is not yet clear what exactly happened, the premonition that something big is happening has become increasingly clear.

Just like when the class teacher monitors the noisy class at the back door, the classroom suddenly becomes extremely quiet at a certain point in time without warning - the noisy crowd on the street suddenly starts at a certain moment and suddenly becomes extremely sparse.

Some people chose to flee to their homes and hide, while others tried to drag their families and leave Leipzig. But no matter how they chose, one thing was certain...that is, the Public Security Police Station was no longer safe.

The whole street fell silent in an instant, and you could only see the hesitant expressions on the faces of those whose news was delayed, arriving and leaving sporadically.

At this moment, a red sports car with a streamlined shell buzzed and sped from a distance.

The security police, who had been standing guard at the door like a doll, almost unresponsive no matter what was asked, was almost startled and reacted immediately.

Before the car arrived, there was a small commotion, and some people subconsciously raised their guns. However, the commotion was immediately stopped and silence fell again.

"--how?"

The passenger window was rolled down, and Prince Szijjarto's cold voice sounded from inside the car: "What do you want to do? Raise a gun at me?"

His Highness's words immediately aroused confusion.

The quarrels and noises suddenly became louder, and after more than ten seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a police inspector's uniform, with a big belly and a stiff smile trotted over, wiping the sweat from his forehead: "

Your Highness... We don't mean any harm, it's just that something happened today, and the brothers were a little too vigilant for a while...

"oh?"

Szijjarto, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows and said in a declarative sentence: "I understand, you are wary of me."

"How is that possible? Your Highness, someone wrote us... a threatening letter to us! There may be explosives in the Supervision Bureau——"

The middle-aged man was still thinking of a reason, but suddenly he had an idea and thought of a good excuse.

Immediately afterwards, his words suddenly became fluent: "Someone said that they sent us some things that can blow up the police station! There are alchemists sent by the Wangli Alchemy Association who are debugging the bombs. Brothers, in order to

If you don't want to cause trouble to anyone, just stay out of the way..."

"It's so dangerous."

Szijjarto glanced at him and said coldly: "Then I'll leave first."

"well--"

The middle-aged man was excited, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Your Highness! I mean... Your Highness, why don't you go in and take a look? Leipzig has never had a disaster of this scale. If you can go in and take a look, Your Majesty

There will also be some good reputation over there! I mean, His Majesty will reward you..."

He was a little incoherent for a moment, and he repeatedly took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket to wipe his sweat. It was obvious that he was under great psychological pressure - he knew Szijjarto's identity and what he was doing.

This made his fingers almost tremble.

Szijjártó asked: "Where is Inspector Wiener?"

"He's in there debugging it!"

"Can you call him out?"

"Uh...but none of the brothers want to go in..."

"Where you dare not enter, you hope I can enter?"

Szijjarto suddenly laughed, his eyes complex and disappointed.

The middle-aged man didn't understand why he was laughing, so he could only stand in front of the car window and wipe his sweat while apologizing for his smile.

"You really want me to come in?"

Szijjarto said leisurely, seeming to relax a bit.

The middle-aged man did not dare to admit it and could only say awkwardly: "I just thought that His Majesty might be happy... Of course, you must understand His Majesty better than I do! If you think otherwise, just take it as what I said.

If you’re bored…”

"——In other words, you are in charge of this place 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, he tightened his face, looked at the back seat warily, and his left hand unconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.

Before he could see the man's face clearly, a gust of fragrance had already seeped out.

Like freshly peeled lychees, warm rose wine, mixed with a touch of rosin.

Immediately afterwards, the nervous middle-aged man saw a face that was so beautiful that it seemed to be a bit enchanting - and a pair of dark red pupils that were still shining in the dark back seat of the car.

She looked to be in her twenties, and she was wearing a black and dark red low-cut dress as if she was attending a banquet.

Almost instantly, he relaxed.

That sweet smell seeped into his brain, causing his intelligence to decline rapidly. He only had eyes for this beautiful young woman at the moment, and he would do whatever it took to please her.

"It turns out you have succeeded!"

He tried his best to praise the female Moon Child, even at the expense of revealing the secret that he originally wanted to hide: "You must have charmed His Highness Szijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.com with your own charm!"

"Where is the Count of Leipzig?"

The other party asked.

That voice was like a brand that was deeply imprinted on the heart of the middle-aged police inspector. His brain began to search for information involuntarily, and his body was already moving before he could react rationally——

At this moment, his pupils were emitting a dark red light, which was a trace that resonated with the path of love.

And in the depths of the red wine-like brilliance, there was a pink brilliance scurrying around like a snake.

Finally, unconsciously, two pink rings connected end to end, hovering quietly in the middle of his pupils. It looked like the reflection of a flash on the bottom of his pupils when taking a photo.

The middle-aged police inspector immediately said obediently: "The Earl should still be in the Earl's Mansion now, but he will go to the police station soon!"

"——Ask him what benefits he got."

Prince Szijjarto turned around and whispered.

It was a sound that would have originally made the middle-aged police inspector in awe, and his teeth would numb and his fingertips would tremble just thinking that he was deceiving the other party. But now that he heard His Highness the Prince whispering to this lady, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

An inexplicable murderous intention and irritability——

It's like I want to kill His Highness the Prince directly here!

"Still not giving up? That's fine."

The lady chuckled lightly, turned back to look at the middle-aged police inspector, and said lightly: "What good do you have?"

"The Count of Leipzig promised me that I will be promoted three levels in a row to a second-level police officer!"

The middle-aged police inspector said with great pride: "I will also have my own property in Leipzig!"

"You sound strong?"

"I am a blood lord of the fourth level, and I am ready to transform into a son of the moon at any time!"

The middle-aged police inspector said immediately.

Blood Lord - that is one of the promotion directions of the blood mage profession, and can also be regarded as the "half-moon son". This is one of the very few extraordinary professions that can be completely inherited and retained after being transformed into a moon son. Hong Xiang himself is

this profession.

"That's it?"

The lady asked with interest: "No gold coins, title or something?"

The middle-aged police inspector dismissed it: "That kind of thing is meaningless - if the earl wants gold coins, he can have as many as he wants. The title is also meaningless... In the future, the entire Star Antimony will be completely different from what it is now.

shape!"

(End of chapter)


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