Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 771: The Middle-Aged Police Inspector Who Was Promoted Three Levels in a Row

The Kingdom of Stars and Antimony, the city of knowledge, Leipzig.

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

They were all wearing the most solemn uniforms they had worn in their lifetimes. Their skin was dry and hard from having been drained of blood, revealing a lifeless blue-black color.

They were not tied up and hung on the electric poles or street lights in the town square... Instead, they were hung by their necks on a freshly built gallows, just like a group of criminals who had just been hanged. Their hands were nailed to a wooden board in front of them, on which were written the words "thief", "liar" and "cheater" in eye-catching dried blood.

Many of them were unfamiliar to the residents of Leipzig. Some wore morning suits, some wore evening suits, and some wore old aristocratic costumes from the imperial era. In short, they all seemed to be important figures, but people were not familiar with them.

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

That was Inspector Frank Schumacher, Chief of the Leipzig Police.

He was hanged in the same manner in the town square, wearing his uniform as a first-class police inspector, with shoulder straps and several medals of honor on his chest, and the wooden board nailed to his hand read "traitor".

Someone called the police immediately.

But until almost noon, the police car from the Public Security Police Department had not arrived at the scene to remove these things.

Some people went directly to the Public Security Police Station to report the case. But from a distance, they could see the huge and solemn "cordon" being drawn, and it was parked at the door - and a large number of public security police officers in black uniforms were standing 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 an important mission and could not leave, and they 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 without any warning at a certain point in time - the noisy crowd on the street also suddenly begins to become extremely sparse at a certain moment.

Some people 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 became quiet in an instant. Only those people who were slow to get the news had hesitant looks on their faces, and they came and left one by one.

At this moment, a red sports car with a streamlined body made a humming sound and sped towards them from a distance.

The public security police, who had been standing at the door like a puppet and had almost no reaction no matter what they were asked, suddenly reacted with a start.

Before the car arrived, there was a small commotion, and some people subconsciously 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 confusion.

The quarrel and noise suddenly became louder, and after more than ten seconds, a middle-aged man in a police inspector's uniform, with a big belly and a stiff smile, ran over, wiping the sweat from his forehead and saying, "Your Highness... We have no ill intentions, it's just that something happened today, and the brothers were a little too vigilant for a while...

"Oh?"

Sijardot, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows and said in a declarative sentence: "I understand. You are alerting me."

"How could that be, Your Highness? Someone wrote us... us a threatening letter! There may be explosives in the Supervisory Bureau—"

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

Then, his words suddenly became fluent: "Someone said that they sent us something that could blow up the police station! There are alchemists sent by the Royal Alchemy Association who are defusing the bomb. In order not to cause trouble for others, the brothers have all escaped first..."

“It’s so dangerous.”

Szijjártó glanced at him and said coldly: “Then I’ll leave first.”

"Ugh--"

The middle-aged man shuddered 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 seen a disaster of this scale. If you can go in and take a look around, you will have some good reputation in the eyes of His Majesty! I mean, His Majesty will reward you..."

He was incoherent for a moment, and kept taking out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe his sweat. 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 defusing a bomb in there!"

"Can you call him out?"

“Uh…but my brothers don’t really want to go in…” “You guys don’t dare to go in, but you hope I can go in?”

Szijjártó suddenly laughed, his eyes filled with complexity and disappointment.

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 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 don't think so, then just treat it as something boring..."

"——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 tensed his face and 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 sparkling 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 smell penetrated into his brain, causing his intelligence to drop rapidly. At this moment, he only had eyes for this beautiful young woman, and he would do anything to please her.

"So you've already succeeded!"

He tried his best to praise the female Moon Child, even at the cost of exposing 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 that was deeply engraved in the middle-aged police inspector's heart. His brain began to search for information involuntarily, and his body was already moving before he could react rationally.

At this moment, a dark red light 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 glow that moved and surrounded like a snake.

Finally, unconsciously, two pink circles connected end to end and quietly hovered in the middle of his pupils. It looked like the reflection of the flash at 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 now, 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 police inspector extremely awed, and his teeth would have tingled and his fingertips would have trembled at the mere thought that he was deceiving the other party. But now that he heard the prince whispering to the lady, he suddenly felt an inexplicable murderous intent and irritability in his heart.

It was as if he wanted to kill His Royal Highness the Prince right here!
"Still not giving up? All right 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 to the rank of Second Class Police Inspector!"

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

"You sound strong?"

"I am a fourth-level Blood Lord, and I am ready to transform into a Moon Child 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 it can also be regarded as "Son of Half Moon". This is a very rare extraordinary profession that can be completely inherited and retained after being transformed into a Son of the Moon. Hong Xiang himself is this profession.

"Just that?"

The lady asked with interest, "No gold coins, titles or anything?"

The middle-aged police inspector said with disdain: "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 what it is now!"

(End of this chapter)