These big shots are actually me

"Well, I want to ask, how big is the viscounty?"

Mozo knew about the division of titles, but he really didn’t know how big the territory corresponding to titles or lower-level titles was.

The count lay on the chair and smiled, opening his hands and saying:

"The entire city of Cromwell is almost the size of a viscounty!"

Mo Zuo was stunned for a moment and then tentatively said:

"Only counts the urban area?"

The count shook his head:

"Urban cities and suburbs. Don't think that the powerful nobles of the empire are as poor as those principalities."

As he spoke, the count smiled again:

"And if you're lucky, you might be a viscount."

Hearing this, Mozo said with some doubt:

"I know that killing an angel is a huge contribution to the empire, but considering my identity and other issues, this kind of merit should not be put on the bright side, right?"

Mozo was a little scared, afraid that these people would publicize that he killed an angel. In that case, there would definitely be a lot of old acquaintances curious to find out who he was.

"Don't worry, don't worry, His Majesty will not put your identity in the Wuxiang Courtyard to the public. However, just by protecting the special zone, it is enough for you to become a powerful noble."

Mo Zuo frowned and asked:

"Is the special zone so important?"

The count glanced at Mozo strangely:

"I thought you knew the inside story of the Special Administrative Region. I didn't expect you didn't know?"

Although he was surprised, the count didn't think much about it and instead said:

"Your Majesty said that the special zone is related to the promotion ceremony of a certain big shot! And after the Holy Night Festival, the results will be known."

"That's why I say that if you are lucky, you will probably be a viscount, because that unknown big shot will probably accept your favor and help you."

Regarding the count's answer, Mozo did not express any doubt. Instead, he was curious about which path required such a difficult ritual.

You know, as far as Mo Zuo knows, extraordinary people are exposed outside the special zone. But millions of people in the special zone have no idea about this.

And this time span is a full three hundred years! The manpower and material resources that need to be invested during this period are not only unimaginably huge, but the difficulty of controlling the truth is also beyond imagination.

Just imagine, the Special Zone is not isolated from the rest of the world, but foreign caravans and various goods continue to flow in or out every day. The flow of people coming in and out is also unusually large.

In this case, the empire actually kept the special zone a secret for three hundred years.

This damn thing, no matter how you look at it, it is of Sequence One specifications!

But speaking of three hundred years, could it be someone from when I was Cromwell? Damn, it’s not that old boy from the Duke of Windsor, is it?

When he thought that the old bastard who burned down his doll collection room and the collectible dolls was probably Sequence 1, Mozo couldn't help but feel itchy, especially when he thought that he had always thought that there was no mysterious power in this world because of his grandson. , even more angry.

If I had been searching for more than ten years, how could I have struggled for so many years?

Now that all the hard work has finally come to an end, I still have to worry about someone recognizing me.

Otherwise, I will accidentally go to see Brother Cheng in heaven. What the hell is going on!

Without Mozzo noticing, the curtains behind the Earl moved slightly, and a whisper that only the two of them could hear rang in the Earl's ears.

The next moment, the count took out a metal box from under the table and handed it to Mozo:

"You will soon be a powerful noble of the empire, and Fog City also needs some proofs and procedures for this. The most important of them is that they need a drop of your blood to leave your name on the noble book of the Fog City House of Representatives. This is for A special prop to keep the blood active and mysterious. Just put your hand on it, it won’t hurt.”

Hearing this, Mo Zuo said with some vigilance and strangeness:

"But shouldn't this kind of thing wait until I go directly to Fog City to report?"

"That's true, but since you are from the Special Administrative Region, the procedure is a bit troublesome."

There seemed to be no problem with the words, but Mozo was still a little resistant. First, in the extraordinary world, if his own blood left his sight, it would be very dangerous! Mo Zuo knows no fewer than a thousand ways to kill enemies using the blood of others!

Second, his complicated identity really made him afraid to 'spill out' blood, something with a strong mystical meaning, at will.

For example, if you accidentally spill blood on a statue of a goddess, it will be great fun.

So Mo Zuo flatly refused:

"You also know that we are all members of the extraordinary world, and we really need to be careful 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 earl nodded in understanding, then put down the box in his hand and said:

"It's normal. In fact, this box has not been used much since it was invented. No one trusts this thing. I will try my best to help solve the procedural problems."

With that said, the earl pointed at the door and said:

"Now, you can go back and prepare to enjoy the Holy Night Festival."

Mo Zuo immediately stood up with relief, then bowed to thank him and turned to leave.

The moment Mozo turned around, a strand of his hair quietly fell in front of the Earl's desk. Wait until Mozo closes the door and leaves. The earl moved the hair a little to the left with his hand.

Immediately, one of the Queen's personal maids appeared quietly and silently picked up Mozo's hair.

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After getting Mo Zuo's hair, the maid bowed slightly and left invisibly.

The earl didn't ask why. As a minister, he knew that most of the time he just had to do things honestly.

-

Outside the Overwatch Council, Miss Knight said hello to Audrey and Mozzo because she still had something to do, and then left.

Only Mozzo and Audrey were left.

Looking at Miss Knight walking away, Audrey suddenly asked Mozo:

"Well, can I ask?"

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. As long as you don't cause trouble."

Hearing Mozo say this, Audrey waved her hands repeatedly and said:

"That's not it. The mayor told me so."

When questioning Audrey, the Earl specifically told her that she would not have to worry about her status as a transcendent being attracting official killers.

But it has also been said that wild extraordinary beings need to be registered with the authorities. Otherwise, it is easy to be interrogated and detained. After all, the real majority in this world are ordinary people.

If there is no supervision at all, an extraordinary person can cause huge damage among a group of ordinary people with a little bad intentions.

Mozo nodded and said, "What is that?"

Looking into Mozo's eyes, Audrey's face turned slightly red, she lowered her head and twirled her fingers and asked:

"Well, do you know why the Green Angel said that I am the Sun King's personal servant?"

Mozo nodded understandingly, and then looked at Audrey with regret and care.

Audrey also noticed Mozo's caring gaze on the fool. She raised her head and asked angrily:

"We are all friends after all. What's that look in your eyes!"

Mozzo bowed in a pretentious apology, and then said compassionately before Audrey got angry:

"You have been with the Green Angel for the longest time. Didn't you find that there is something wrong with that guy's brain? If you found out, then why would you believe a lunatic? Could it be that you are a fool?"

Audrey became a little uncertain after being hit by Mozo three times in a row.

She stood there, hesitating for a while. I wanted to say something to argue, but I felt that what Mozo said made sense.

How convincing can a lunatic's words be?

After hesitating on the spot for a long time, Audrey finally gave up and said:

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'm the stupid one!"

Mo Zuo immediately hugged his chest with satisfaction and said:

"That's right."

Very good, another one was fooled.

I really have to thank the Green Angel for having a brain problem. Otherwise it would be really hard to fool him.

After giving up on herself for a while, Audrey looked at Mozo carefully and said:

"Well, isn't the Wuxiang Courtyard a great organization? Also, are you contacting me because of the Green Angel?"

Mozo shook his head and said:

"The Wuxiang Courtyard is not some extraordinary organization, it is just a gathering of a group of spectators. As for the contact between you and me, well, it is not as complicated as you think. It was just an accident."

After saying that, Mo Zuo solemnly stretched out his hand and said:

"Also, I am very grateful to you for introducing me to the extraordinary world!"

Although without Audrey, Mozo would know the truth of this world after the Holy Night Festival, but there is no doubt that Audrey is in fact the guide for Mozo to enter the transcendent world.

For this, Mozzo was very grateful to Audrey.

After receiving Mozo's answer and thanks, Audrey couldn't help but puffed up her chest happily, but immediately shrank back, then bowed embarrassedly and said:

"That's what I say, but this time I really want to thank you for saving me!"

At the same time, he also said:

"However, I probably won't be able to give you any good repayment. But please believe that I will definitely try my best to repay you!"

Audrey loved money and a life of abundance. But she also remembers everyone who helped her.

Seeing this, Mozo put down his hand with a smile, then touched Audrey's head and said:

"This is enough. Helping others should not expect anything in return."

At the same time, he added with shame in his heart: What's more, I even tricked you once...

Audrey raised her head in a daze, looking at Mozo with some emotions that she couldn't explain flashed in her eyes.

Then these unknown feelings all turned into:

"This is what you said! I really won't give you money or anything else!"

Mo Zuo smiled and nodded:

"Of course, I don't need you to repay me."

Audrey's eyes immediately flashed with surprise, and she immediately raised her hand and said:

"Come on, give me a high five!"

Mo Zuo raised his hand with some confusion. Then Audrey jumped up slightly and high-fived Mozo.

After high-fiving, Audrey jumped away from Mozzo:

"Then let's make an agreement, I don't owe you anything anymore!"

Audrey, who had already jumped far away, bent down and looked up at Mozo with her hands behind her back.

Mozo nodded funnyly towards Audrey who was getting further and further away:

"we have a deal!"

Audrey, who once again received a satisfactory answer, turned around happily, stepped slightly, and walked around the corner to go home.

Audrey disappeared around the corner, and Mozzo shrugged and prepared to go home. Tomorrow is the Holy Night Festival, and he has encountered so many good things recently, and Mozo is ready to celebrate it. It just so happens that he has the happy gold pounds supported by the rich women in his pocket to make him happy.

Mozuo turned around and heard Audrey's voice coming from behind again:

"Well, tomorrow, how about having a drink, tea, and a meal together?"

Mozo turned around and looked. Most of Audrey's body was hidden behind the corner and she leaned out slightly to look at him.

In this regard, Mozo thought for a moment and then said:

"no problem."

"Then Rose Pavilion?!"