"Well, I want to ask, how big is the Viscount's territory?"
Mozo knew the division of titles, but he really didn't know how big the territories were that corresponded to the titles or lower-level titles.
The Count lay in his chair, smiled and stretched out his hands:
"The entire city of Cromwell is almost the size of a viscounty!"
Mozo was stunned for a moment and then said tentatively:
“Only the urban area?”
The Count shook his head.
"The city and the suburbs. Don't think that the powerful nobles of the empire are as destitute as those principalities."
The Count laughed again and said:
"And if you're lucky, you might even become a viscount."
Hearing this, Mozo said with some doubt:
"I know that killing an angel is a huge achievement for the empire, but considering my identity and other issues, this kind of achievement should not be made public, right?"
Mozo was a little scared, fearing that these people would spread the news that he had killed an angel. If that happened, there would surely be a bunch of old acquaintances who would curiously ask who he was.
"Don't worry, don't worry. His Majesty will not make your identity as Wuxiang Courtyard public. However, the fact that you have protected the Special Zone is enough for you to become a powerful noble."
Mozo frowned and asked:
“Is the Special Administrative Region so important?”
The Count looked at Mozo in a strange way:
"I thought you knew the inside story of the Special Zone. I didn't expect you didn't know?"
Although he was surprised, the Earl did not think much about it and said:
"Your Majesty said that the Special Zone is related to the promotion ceremony of a certain important person! And the result will be known after the Holy Night Festival."
"That's why I said that if you are lucky, you may become a viscount, because that unknown big shot will most likely help you out."
Mozo did not express any doubt about the count's answer. Instead, he was curious about which path required such a difficult ritual.
You know, from what Mozo knew, outside the Special Zone, the extraordinary people were displayed in public. But the millions of people in the Special Zone knew nothing about it.
And this time span is a full three hundred years! The human and material resources invested during this period are not only huge and unimaginable, but the difficulty of controlling the truth alone is beyond imagination.
Just imagine that the Special Zone is not isolated from the outside world, but there are foreign caravans and various goods flowing in or out every day. The flow of people coming in and out is also extremely large.
Under such circumstances, the Empire actually kept the Special Zone a secret for three hundred years.
Damn, no matter how you look at it, it's definitely Sequence One specification!
But speaking of three hundred years, could it be someone from my time as Cromwell? Damn, could it be that old dude from the Duke of Windsor
Mozo couldn't help but feel angry when he thought that the old bastard who burned down his doll collection room and the collector's edition dolls was likely to be Sequence One. He became even more angry when he thought that he had always believed that there was no mysterious power in this world because of that grandson.
If I had known about it for more than ten years, would I have been suffering for so many years
Now that all the hard work has finally paid off, I still have to be on high alert and be careful not to be recognized by others.
Otherwise, I might end up meeting Cheng in heaven. What the hell is going on here
Without Mozo noticing, the curtains behind the Count moved slightly, and a whisper that only the two of them could hear rang in the Count's ears.
The next moment, the Count took out a metal box from under the table and handed it to Mozzo:
"You will soon be a powerful noble in the empire, and the Fog City will need some proof and procedures for this. The most important of these is that they need a drop of your blood to leave your name on the noble register of the Fog City House of Representatives. This is a special prop used to maintain the activity and mystery of blood. Just put your hand on it, it won't hurt."
Mozo heard this with some caution and wonder and said:
"But shouldn't this kind of thing be done when I go directly to Fog City to report?"
"That's true, but since you're from the Special Administrative Region, the procedure is a bit complicated."
There seemed to be no problem with the words, but Mozo still had some resistance. First, in the extraordinary world, if his blood left his sight, it would be very dangerous! Mozo knew no less than a thousand ways to kill the enemy using the blood of others!
Secondly, his complicated identity really made him dare not let something with such heavy mystical connotations as blood flow out at will.
For example, if you accidentally splash blood on a statue of a goddess, that would be a lot of fun.
So Mozo flatly refused:
"You also know that we are all members of the extraordinary world, and we need to be cautious with things like our own blood. Therefore, please forgive me for refusing. If this affects my interests, then I am willing to bear all losses."
The count nodded in understanding, put the box down, and said:
"That's normal. In fact, this box has hardly been used since it was invented. No one trusts it. I will do my best to help solve the procedural problems."
As he spoke, the Earl pointed at the gate and said:
"Now, you can go back and prepare to enjoy the Holy Night Festival."
Mozo immediately stood up with confidence, bowed to express his gratitude, and turned to leave.
At the moment when Mozo turned around, a strand of his hair quietly fell in front of the Count's desk. When Mozo closed the door and left, the Count moved the strand of hair to the left with his hand.
Soon, one of the queen's personal maids appeared quietly and picked up Mozo's hair.
51 Dating invitations come one after another
After getting Mozo's hair, the maid bowed slightly and left the place invisibly.
The Earl did not ask why. As a subject, he knew that most of the time he just had to do his job honestly.
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Outside the Overwatch Council, Miss Knight had other things to do, so she said hello to Audrey and Mozo and left.
Only Mozo and Audrey were left there.
Looking at the Knight Lady walking away, Audrey suddenly asked Mozo:
"Um, can I ask you something?"
Mozo turned to look at Audrey and said:
"Are you worried that the Overwatch Council will take action against you? Don't worry. After the Holy Night Festival, the restrictions on extraordinary people will be lifted. There is no need for the Overwatch Council to take action at this time. Just don't cause any trouble."
Hearing what Mozo said, Audrey waved her hands and said:
"That's not it. The mayor told me that."
When questioning Audrey, the Count specifically told her that she should not worry about her identity as a superhuman being attracting official assassins.
But it was also said that wild extraordinary people need to be registered with the government. Otherwise, they are easily interrogated and detained. After all, ordinary people are the majority in this world.
If a supernatural being is completely unsupervised, he can cause huge damage among a group of ordinary people with just a little bad intention.
Mozo nodded and said, "What is that?"
Looking into Mozo's eyes, Audrey blushed slightly, lowered her head, twisted her fingers and asked:
"Well, do you know why the Green Angel said that I was the Sun King's personal servant?"
Mozo nodded in understanding, then looked at Audrey with regret and care.
Audrey also noticed Mozo's caring gaze towards the fool, so she looked up and asked angrily:
"We are all friends after all. What are you looking at me like that?"
Mozo then pretended to apologize and bowed, and then before Audrey could lose her temper, he said with sympathy:
"You've been with the Green Angel the longest. Didn't you realize that he had a problem with his brain? If you did, why would you believe a madman? Are you a fool?"
After being hit three times by Mozo, Audrey became a little uncertain.
She stood there, hesitating for a while. She wanted to say something to refute, but she felt that what Mozo said made sense.
How can the words of a madman be convincing
After hesitating for a long time, Audrey finally gave up and said:
"Okay, okay, I get it, I'm the idiot!"
Mozo immediately crossed his arms and said with satisfaction:
"That's right."
Very good, another one has been fooled.
I really have to thank Green Angel for having a problem with his brain. Otherwise it would be really hard to fool him.
After Audrey gave up on herself for a while, she looked at Mozo carefully and said:
"Um, is Wuxiang Courtyard a very powerful organization? And, are you contacting me because of the Green Angel?"
Mozo shook his head and said:
"Wuxiang Courtyard is not some great organization. It's just a gathering of spectators. As for the contact between you and me, well, it's not as complicated as you think. It's just an accident."
As he spoke, Mozo solemnly extended his hand and said:
"Also, I am very grateful to you for introducing me to the extraordinary world!"
Although even without Audrey, Mozo would know the truth of this world after the Holy Night Festival, but there is no doubt that Audrey is actually Mozo's guide into the extraordinary.
For this, Mozo was very grateful to Audrey.
After receiving Mozo's answer and thanks, Audrey couldn't help but puff out her chest with joy, but immediately shrank back, and bowed awkwardly and said:
"That being said, thank you so much for saving me this time!"
At the same time, he also said:
"However, I probably can't give you anything good to repay you. But please believe me, I will definitely try my best to repay you!"
Audrey likes money and a rich life, but she also remembers everyone who has helped her.
Seeing this, Mozo smiled and put down his hand, then touched Audrey's head and said:
"That's enough. Helping others shouldn't be done in exchange for anything in return."
At the same time, he added inwardly with shame: What's more, I have pitted you once...
Audrey raised her head in a daze, and looked at Mozo with a flash of emotion in her eyes that she couldn't explain.
Then all these unclear feelings turned into:
"That's what you said! I really won't give you money or anything else!"
Mozo smiled and nodded:
"Of course, I don't need you to repay me."
Audrey's eyes immediately showed a light of surprise, and she raised her hand and said:
"Come on, high five!"
Mozo raised his hand, somewhat confused. Then Audrey jumped up slightly and high-fived Mozo.
After high-fiving, Audrey skipped away from Mozo:
"Then it's settled, I don't owe you anything!"
Audrey, who had already jumped far away, bent over with her hands behind her back and looked up at Mozo.
Mozo nodded with amusement towards Audrey who was getting farther and farther away.
"It's settled!"
Having received a satisfactory answer once again, Audrey happily turned around, tapping her feet slightly, and walked around the corner to go home.
After Audrey disappeared around the corner, Mozo shrugged and prepared to go home. Tomorrow is the Holy Night Festival, and he has encountered so many good things recently, so Mozo is ready to celebrate. It just so happens that he has the happy gold pounds supported by the rich women in his pocket, so he can be happy.
Mozo turned around and heard Audrey's voice from behind:
"Well, how about we have a drink, tea and a meal together tomorrow?"
Mozo turned his head to look. Audrey was half hidden in the corner, with her head slightly out of her mouth, looking at him.
In response, Mozo thought for a moment and said:
"no problem."
"Then the Rose Pavilion?!"