"Borrowed, borrowed, let the trouble go!" Manfred squeezed into the crowd and immediately attracted the attention of the group of refugees.
"Who are you?" Someone stopped in front of him with an unpleasant expression, "Even if you can't hold back, you have to wait for Lao Tzu to get comfortable first, right?"
It was this person who laughed at the beginning. His thoughts turned sharply. It seemed that the other party was probably the leader of this group of people. Without weapons, the only chance is probably to bring down the leader first, and then take people away in the chaos.
"I'm here to warn you all. Someone over there has already notified the guards in black. If you don't run now, it will be too late." Manfred spread his hands and pretended to be calm again. He took two steps towards the other party, and at the same time gave the woman a secret wink, hoping that she would understand that she and these gangsters were not the same. However, the latter not only did not make any statement, but turned his head slightly, showing a confused look.
Heck, doesn't this guy understand his situation
Why has it come to this point, how can you still be so... calm
"What black-clothed guards, isn't that the patrol team?" The leader grinned sullenly, "Who they will help, maybe. You kid, you should still be a baby!"
"Hahaha, looking at his appearance, he probably came from a big family."
"Isn't the result still down to the same level as us?"
"Get out of the way when you know each other, before the boss gets angry—"
The laughter suddenly burst out, and at this moment, Manfred started. He slammed his shoulders and slammed into the chest of the leader who had relaxed his vigilance, then raised his fists and knocked the opponent to the ground.
It had to be said that these bastards were much easier to deal with than McKinley's two well-trained attendants. From his start to his fall, the leader didn't even hum.
The crowd burst into an uproar.
"Damn, you are courting death!"
"Save the boss!"
Manfred immediately felt several slaps on his back and legs, but he couldn't care less now, and reached out to the woman with his head half-covered, "Come with me!"
Something unexpected happened.
The woman did hand over her hand, but instead of putting it in his palm, she grabbed his wrist tightly, and then pulled him hard, pulling him into the encirclement.
"Hey, you..." Manfred was about to ask if the other party made a mistake, but saw the electric light jumping on the woman's body.
wait... electric light
Before he came back to his senses, the tiny electric light instantly turned into an electric arc, and the blue light suddenly flourished, rushing towards the gangsters rushing up like a long snake, passing through them one by one like a skewer. In front of such an incredible sight, the perpetrator had almost no resistance, and only had time to let out a short scream before he fell to the ground stiffly.
"That's it." The woman clapped her hands and said easily.
"Uh... are you..." Manfred was stunned.
"Yes, I'm a witch." The other party admitted his identity quite frankly.
But... Aren't witches supposed to be incomparably beautiful, proud of their figure, and full of charm in every move? He looked at the woman carefully for a moment, and the feelings he got were completely irrelevant to these descriptions. Not to mention the appearance, it is a kind of compliment to be ordinary; the figure is also quite thin, if you only look at the back, it is no different from a little girl.
"Then what are they... going to do?" Manfred pointed to the thugs on the ground.
"I will contact the police department to deal with the funeral - don't worry, I only used about 10% of my strength, and it will only make them faint for half an hour at most. However, the mine and furnace area will not be released so easily. They are gone, I think it will take at least ten days and a half to come out, right?"
Manfred found himself completely out of line with what she was saying.
How can I hear her tone, this conflict is like something planned
"By the way, my name is Sharon, can you tell me your name?" The woman's question interrupted his thoughts.
"That, Manfred..."
"You are the first person I see who takes the initiative to stand up, why?"
"Why," Manfred rubbed the part where he was kicked. "Isn't it a matter of course to prevent evil from happening? It's just that I didn't expect you to need help at all."
"Of course?" Sharon pouted, "If everyone thinks this way, the cajolers will not all disappear without a trace now."
"But there will always be someone who understands this." In the history books, the nobles are transformed from such people, who brought order to the chaotic world and opened up the way among the thorns.
"That's right, there is always someone who knows right and wrong." Sharon laughed, "You are a migrant who just arrived in Neverwinter, right? Do you have any idea of joining the police department in the future?"
"You mean... become a man in black?"
"Yes, fighting crime, maintaining order, and protecting residents are the main responsibilities of the police, and I think this job may be a good fit for you. Also, they don't necessarily wear black all the time, like now."
"Huh?" Manfred was stunned.
"Okay, I have to report to the Administration Office, the receptionist is still waiting for you." Sharon waved, turned and walked towards the inner city.
"You know now, why didn't I let you go?"
After returning to the team, Matt smiled at him.
"What the hell is going on here?" Manfred asked with a puzzled look.
"An effective way to deter crime," Matt explained as he walked. "The temporary housing area on the outskirts was not so chaotic, at least when I lived. But since the number of immigrants has doubled, the level of security has It has dropped seriously, and among all crimes, the violence against vulnerable women is the most prominent - of course, I am not saying that the fault lies with you, because there are also many refugees who have moved from all over Greycastle. Due to the number of people, the police It's hard to think about it, and it's very important that you don't call the police until something happens, and by the time someone arrives, the perpetrator is likely to have done irreparable harm."
"Isn't this obvious? When a lot of scum is gathered together, no matter how good the place is, it will become smoky." Someone muttered, "In my opinion, the King of Greycastle shouldn't accept these unknown people at all. "
Matt shook his head, "Your Majesty hopes that anyone can come in handy—especially in the battle of Divine Will. But this idea didn't come from His Majesty, but the witches came up with it. For them, doing so would consume a lot of money. Magic power, killing space and time, and maintaining law and order, are undoubtedly killing two birds with one stone."
hit... to kill some free time? Manfred twitched the corners of his mouth.
“It has also proven to be very effective. Any seemingly weak refugee may launch a deadly counterattack, enough to dissuade those on a whim. In addition, the police department will never let a criminal offender, and repeat offenders will repeat them again and again. Consider the cost. After the joint remediation between the two, the law and order here has been much better than at the worst."
"So..." Manfred mused. It seems that the black clothes in Neverwinter City are completely different from the patrols in the past. Instead, they look a bit like the image of a knight in his mind.
If Sharon hadn't lied to himself, this might have been the ideal job.
After arriving at the temporary residence and assigning the rooms, Matt waved goodbye to them, "I will come over tomorrow to show you the history and characteristics of Neverwinter, which will be very helpful for your future life and integration into the local area. In addition, Feel free to ask any questions you have."
Manfred wanted to inquire about what it takes to become a police officer, but when he said it, it turned into another sentence, "I saw some huge iron birds on the way here, I don't know if you also-- "
"Ah, I've seen it before. If you've been in Neverwinter for a long time, you'll know that it's not uncommon." Before he could finish speaking, Matt replied with a smile, "It's really shocking to meet you for the first time. , but get used to it. If you have enough talent, maybe you can fly it to the sky by yourself.”
"What you said... is true?" Manfred's heart skipped a beat.
"Of course, the recruitment order of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess is still posted on the central square - about the new round of air knight selection."