Then he, Mozo, was Cromwell back then, and also the biggest anti-royalist...
Chapter 23 The doctor said my stomach is not in good condition and I cannot eat hard food
After thinking about this, Mozo came up with the idea of escaping as quickly as possible.
But when he turned around, he saw the Elf Godcrafter who was kneeling at his feet even though he was dead, and the black-robed leader who was deader than dead.
If he just slipped away like this, he could certainly avoid a lot of trouble, but the problems on the Empire and the Elves' side would be as huge as a mountain. And the most crucial thing is that the forces of the most concerned person, the man in black robe, are staying out of it.
So, I can't sneak away? What should I do
What Mozo didn't notice was that while he was thinking, the girl behind him slowly woke up. The girl's pretty face first showed confusion about the current situation, then she was horrified by what she remembered. Of course, it could also be that she saw two dead people and a huge scrapped puppet not far away.
Plus, there was a man in front of her who was unknown and holding a musket. The girl's face was filled with fear. However, she did not say anything but covered her mouth tightly, while also thinking of a countermeasure quickly.
At this time, Mozo heard a noise coming from the sewer. Then two men in black robes came out because their boss hadn't come over.
For some reason, the other party didn't notice Mozo's situation at first, and kept on talking:
"Boss, let's retreat quickly. The situation up there has stabilized. If we don't leave, I think the extraordinary people from the Overwatch Council will come in droves. Boss?!"
As he was talking, the man in black robe saw the leader who died tragically and the master craftsman who died kneeling on the ground.
Immediately, Mozo knelt on one knee and aimed his gun. At the same time, he consciously adjusted his position to protect the girl behind him.
This subconscious care made the girl behind him immediately understand the difference between friend and foe, and her eyes were instantly filled with surprise and admiration that she herself was afraid she could not even notice.
Isn't this the scene from her favorite opera?! And it's not a fake script, it's a real knight and a damsel in distress! ! ! !
Oh, gods, please help my knight win!
The other party responded immediately. The person on the left raised his hand, and the originally bright room fell into darkness. The person on the right could not see the movements because of the darkness, but Mozo heard the footsteps approaching rapidly.
Following his feeling and previous memory, Mozo pulled the trigger in the dark.
A huge tongue of fire spewed out, but for the extraordinary person, who was still occupying the advantage of the terrain, such an attack did not have much effect. However, it also successfully forced the opponent to retreat with the help of the light fired by the musket.
Mozo barely saw where the other party was, then immediately threw away the rifle in his hand, and took out the revolver that he had taken from a soldier who looked like an officer, and fired another shot in the possible direction.
While he was moving backwards, he raised his hands to protect the girl behind him as much as possible.
Mozo hated the Duke of Windsor because the old man had burned the collectible doll that he had finally obtained after overcoming his fear. But the girl was innocent.
At this time, a gentle and pleasant voice sounded in Mozo's ears:
"Trust me, shoot at the upper right corner!"
She woke up?! After a brief thought, Mozo immediately fired in the direction the girl said.
This time, there really was a cry of pain in the darkness, accompanied by the rapid movement of a heavy object after it fell to the ground.
Immediately, the girl's voice sounded again:
"Bottom left corner, shoot! Quick!"
Mozo quickly turned his gun around and fired again. But this time he was not as lucky as before. But he managed to force the opponent back. Fortunately, the opponent did not bring a gun or a throwing knife.
He is also a low-level transcendent who prefers close combat.
But what about the other one? As he thought about this, cold sweat broke out on Mozo's back.
Is the other party trying to maintain darkness, or is he preparing a killer move
Before Mozo could continue thinking, he heard the girl exclaiming with a slightly crying voice behind him:
"Someone's coming again!?"
What? Another person is coming?! Mozo's heart sank.
But he did not give up, instead he lowered the muzzle of his gun and prepared to pull out the bayonet from his boot. But before he could do that, the girl behind Mozo suddenly hugged him from behind.
"Miss Windsor?!"
Mozo was very anxious. Why did this woman suddenly interfere with my movements? Was she acting as me before
At the same time, Mozo heard footsteps approaching, and then he raised his hand and fired a shot.
Then came a voice that sounded frustrated and helpless:
"Boy, you hit the wrong guy!"
At the same time, Windsor's voice sounded again:
"It's someone from the Overwatch Council! We are safe! Mr. Knight!"
"What?!"
While Mozo was stunned, the dark room was bright again.
Mozo's eyes seemed a little uncomfortable with the sudden brightness, but fortunately it was only temporary. After squinting his eyes, he adapted to the brightness.
He also saw the situation at the scene. The one behind the two black-robed men had already fallen to the ground and his life or death was unknown. The one who attacked them in front was pinned to the ground by two men in windbreakers.
Besides them, there were more men in windbreakers, and a middle-aged man not far away who was holding his shoulder and looking at him with a somewhat angry and complicated expression.
Seeing this, the girl who had just been protected by him suddenly let go of him, stood in front of him, opened her arms to protect Mozo and said:
"I'm sorry for your injury, but it wasn't intentional, Mr. Knight. And as a member of the Overwatch Council, you didn't inform me of your presence in advance, so I think the blame for this accidental injury lies entirely with you!"
"You cannot and have no right to hold Mr. Knight accountable or retaliate against him for this!"
After hearing this, the man's face darkened instantly. Mozo was also helpless. Miss Windsor, if you say this, even if others don't pursue it, they will think of making trouble.
But Catherine Windsor followed up:
"Of course, your injury was caused by Mr. Knight after all. I am willing to make some compensation for this in humanitarian terms! How about one thousand gold pounds and a bottle of superior recovery medicine?"
One thousand gold pounds?!
As soon as this number was spoken, everyone present, including the man in black robe who was still struggling, looked at Miss Windsor in disbelief.
Seeing that everyone was looking at her like this, Miss Windsor looked around and said strangely:
"Is it too little? Then two thousand pounds! If it's more, I will tell my grandfather!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of people gasping for air in the audience.
A super rich lady, this is it!
Chapter 24: I have someone above me!
The girl's voice had clearly stopped long ago, but everyone felt that her words were lingering in their ears for a long time.
Two thousand gold pounds? And a bottle of advanced recovery medicine? How much does this add up to
As the calculations became more in-depth, everyone felt that their brains were no longer enough. They were extraordinary people from the Inspectorate, specializing in combating all kinds of cultists and resolving extraordinary incidents.
So the salary and benefits are already very high, but even so, the humanitarian compensation mentioned by Miss Windsor is still beyond their understanding.
Even the captured black-robed man gave up struggling for a short time, constantly calculating his gains and losses. He was a secret soldier of the empire, nameless during his lifetime and without a monument after his death. Although the empire promised to give their families secret special care.
But no matter how he calculated it, he didn't think his life could be exchanged for 2,000 gold pounds and a bottle of superior recovery medicine... .
No, if he continued thinking about it, he began to suspect that his firm belief was about to collapse.
Thinking of this, the black-robed man couldn't help but feel grief in his heart and crushed the poison sac hidden in his teeth. Then he died instantly. With the death of the black-robed man.
The extraordinary people present only just came back to their senses:
"Oh no, my tongue is dead!"
A man in a windbreaker stepped forward and pinched the black-robed man's mouth, took a closer look, and cursed:
"Damn it, there's poison hidden in those molars!"
On the other side, the man in black robe who was shot by Mozo looked at the man in black robe in a daze, and then looked at Miss Windsor and Mozo with complicated eyes.
After opening his mouth for a long time without knowing what to say, he pointed at his other arm and said to Mozo:
"Why don't you shoot my arm too? Otherwise I won't feel safe with the money!"
Mozo was stunned when he heard that, then he raised his hand and fired a shot, using up his last bullet.
The man in the windbreaker on the opposite side also covered his arm and jumped up and down:
"Fuck, you really shot me!"
Mozo was stunned again and wanted to say, "Didn't you tell me to shoot?"
But Miss Windsor rushed over before him, put her hands on her hips and said with a frown:
"Weren't you the one who asked Mr. Knight to shoot? Why did you yell at Mr. Knight so loudly if you were so stupid? People like you are really bad. I'm only willing to give you one thousand of your two thousand pounds!"
Suddenly, the others couldn't help laughing. The man in the windbreaker also had a bitter face and didn't say anything. But soon, he became happy again.
He still made a lot of money from one thousand gold pounds!
After that, the matter was relatively simple. After the official extraordinary people briefly inquired about the matter, they brought Mozo and Miss Windsor to the surface and arranged a carriage to send them to the Supervisory Office in the new city.
In the Supervisory Office, Mozo and Miss Windsor separated halfway. Mozo didn't know where Miss Windsor went. He only knew that he was taken to an airtight room.
However, there were no torture instruments, only a table, two chairs and a chandelier powered by an unknown source.
Mozo, sitting quietly in the room, knew that for him, the big show of the night had only just begun.
Soon, a well-dressed man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in with a document in his hand.
The other party spread out the documents and sat opposite Mozo. He first looked at the documents, compared the photos with Mozo's real person, and then said:
"You are not Miss Windsor's guard or follower, and you have no connection with Miss Windsor. You are also a resident of the new city. Why did you appear in such a place?"
Mozo said seriously:
“I don’t wish to make any statement about this.”
The other party pushed his glasses with amusement after hearing this, pointed at the document and said:
"You are a civilian, and you are also an honor student at Cromwell University. I think you should be smart enough to understand your current situation. Young man, I advise you to be honest. In this way, we will try our best to give you preferential treatment because you saved Miss Windsor."
In response, Mozo nodded and said something that surprised the other party:
"I know, but I also believe that Grand Duke Windsor won't let you do anything to me."
"No, why should the Duke of Windsor help you?"
"Because I saved Miss Windsor."
“... ..”
Looking at the other party's stunned and silent expression, Mozo knew that although the other party did not speak, he was deeply convinced by this reasonable wording.
Miss Windsor was willing to pay him two thousand pounds to end the accidental injury, which meant that Miss Windsor herself recognized and appreciated his kindness at the time. In addition, the character of the Grand Duke of Windsor was recorded in the Nameless Book.
After considering many aspects, Mozo decided to temporarily conceal part of the secret. After all, he went to the ruins for promotion. And his path was a completely new one, so it was not good for outsiders to know too much. Anyway, the Duke of Windsor would make the other party give in.
And most importantly, why he was there was not important. What was important was how much he knew about the relationship between the black-robed man and the Elven Godsmith.
Mozo did not intend to hide this part.
At the same time, a sneer was heard from behind Mozo, and then a middle-aged man suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
It was obvious that the other party had been here for a long time and had overheard everything.
Seeing the middle-aged man, the man who was interrogating Mozo also stood up and saluted:
"Captain."
The other party waved his hand and sat in that person's seat, then looked at Mozo with great interest:
"Indeed, the Grand Duke of Windsor will not leave you alone. Based on this, we really dare not do anything excessive to you. However, young man, if you give me convenience, I can give you convenience. If we are all accommodating, it will always be beneficial in the future."
"Anyway, you should also know that with the relationship with the Duke of Windsor and what happened tonight, you are destined to have more dealings with us in the future. And."
As he spoke, he took out a gem that emitted a faint blue light from his arms and said:
"And you are also a transcendent, right?"
Looking at the gemstone that was most likely used to identify extraordinary people, Mozo said with an unchanged expression:
"I am not going to explain why I am there, but I will tell you about the man in black robes, the stone statue, and the elven master craftsman."
"That's right. Wait, you said the elf master craftsman?! That elf is a master craftsman?!"
The middle-aged man nodded happily at first, then stood up in surprise and looked at Mozo while leaning on the table.