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Chapter 964: Chapter 327: The Middle-Aged Police Supervisor with Three Consecutive Promotions

Antimony Kingdom, Leipzig, the City of Knowledge.

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

They were dressed in their most solemn uniforms from when they were alive. Their skin, drained of blood, appeared shriveled and tough, revealing a deathly bluish-black hue.

They were not bound and hung on the lampposts or streetlights of the town square… but were hanged by stretching their necks on newly made, still relatively fresh gallows, just like a batch of freshly executed criminals. Their hands were nailed together in front of them to a plank, on which were written in dried blood the striking words “Thief,” “Liar,” “Cheat.”

Many among them were not familiar to the residents of Leipzig. Some wore morning suits, others evening gowns, and some ancient noble attire from the Imperial Era… In short, they all seemed to be people of importance, yet they were not familiar to the crowd.

—But there was one man whom everyone in Leipzig recognized.

That was Inspector Frank Schumacher, the chief of Leipzig’s Public Security Police Station.

He was dressed in his top-level inspector’s uniform, adorned with epaulets, and several medals of honor on his chest. He was also executed in this manner in the town square, with “Traitor” written on the plank held in his hands.

Someone reported to the police immediately.

But as noon approached, still no police cars from the Public Security Police Station had arrived to remove these objects.

Some went directly to the Public Security Police Station to report what had happened. But from a distance, they could see the massive and solemn “police line” being pulled out, starkly placed at the entrance — and many officers, all garbed in black uniforms, stationed near the police line, completely surrounding the station.

At first, some were anxious and urgent in trying to explain what had happened.

However, the officers continuously on guard outside seemed not to want to listen to them. Regardless of what was said, they emphasized they had an important task, couldn’t leave, and didn’t allow anyone inside the police station.

Gradually… people started to slowly realize something.

Although it was not very clear exactly what had happened, the premonition that something significant was unfolding became increasingly clear.

Just like a teacher monitoring a noisy class from the back door, there comes a moment when the classroom unexpectedly falls completely silent — the bustling crowd in the streets also suddenly became sparse at a certain moment.

Some chose to flee to their homes to hide, while others attempted to leave Leipzig with their families. Regardless of their choices, one thing could be confirmed… the Public Security Police Station had become unsafe.

The entire street suddenly fell quiet, with only those who were slower to receive the news showing up hesitantly and then dispersing.

Just then, a red sports car with a streamlined shell roared as it sped from a distance.

The officers, previously immobile as wax figures at the doorway and almost unresponsive no matter what they were asked, almost jerked into action immediately.

Before the car even arrived, a small commotion broke out, and some instinctively raised their guns. But the noise was quickly suppressed and silence fell again.

“—What is it?”

The passenger-side window was rolled down, and Prince Xiyaldo’s indifferent voice sounded from inside the car: “What are you planning to do? Point guns at me?”

His Royal Highness’s words immediately stirred up a wave of confusion.

The noise of argument and clamor suddenly intensified, and only after more than ten seconds, a middle-aged man in director’s uniform with a big belly and a stiff smile ran over while wiping sweat from his forehead: “Your Highness… we mean no harm, it’s just that there’s a bit of a situation today, the brothers are a tad too vigilant…

“Oh?”

Seated in the passenger seat, Prince Xiyaldo raised an eyebrow, stating conclusively, “I see, you are being vigilant towards me.”

“How could that be, Your Highness? Someone… someone sent us a threat letter! There might be explosives inside the Supervisory Bureau—”

The middle-aged man was initially trying to come up with a reason but suddenly had a flash of inspiration which led to a plausible excuse.

Following that, his words flowed more smoothly: “Someone said they sent us some stuff that could blow up the station! Inside, there are Alchemists from the Royal Alchemy Association defusing the bombs, and the brothers stepped out to avoid causing trouble…”

“That’s quite dangerous.”

Prince Xiyaldo glanced at him, his tone cold: “Then I guess I’ll leave.”

“Ah—”

The middle-aged man jolted, his voice suddenly raising: “Your Highness! I mean… Your Highness, wouldn’t you like to come in for a look? Leipzig has never faced a disaster of this scale; if you could take a stroll inside, it… it might look good in front of His Majesty… I mean, His Majesty might commend you for it…”

He was a bit inarticulate for a moment, continually pulling a handkerchief from his shirt pocket to wipe his sweat, clearly under immense psychological pressure — he knew who Prince Xiyaldo was and what was being done.

This made his fingers nearly tremble.

And Prince Xiyaldo countered: “Where is Director Vena?”

“He’s inside defusing the bombs!”

“Can you call him out?”

“Uh… but the brothers really don’t want to go in…”

“Do you expect me to go into a place where even you are afraid to enter?”

Prince Xiyaldo suddenly laughed, his gaze complex and disappointed.

The middle-aged man did not understand why he was laughing and could only stand in front of the car window, wiping sweat and smiling apologetically.

“So, you really want me to go in?”

Prince Xiyaldo spoke leisurely, as if easing the conversation.

The middle-aged man dared not admit it, he could only awkwardly say: “I just thought His Majesty might be pleased… Of course, you understand His Majesty much better than I do! If you don’t think so, then take my words as mere trifles…”

“—Which means, you are in charge here now?”

A delicate 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 warily towards the back seat, his left hand instinctively reaching for the pistol by his waist.

Before he could clearly see the face of the person, a fragrant breeze had already wafted out.

It was like freshly peeled lychees, warm rose wine, mixed with a faint scent of pine.

Immediately after, the tense nerves of the middle-aged man relaxed as he saw a face so beautiful it bordered on eeriness— and those dark red pupils that still shimmered faintly in the dim back seat.

She looked to be in her twenties, her black and dark red low-cut dress appeared as if she was about to attend some banquet.

Almost instantly, he relaxed.

The sweet scent permeated his brain, drastically lowering his intellect. At this moment, his eyes were fixated only on this beautiful young woman, and to please her, he would spare no expense.

“So you have already succeeded!”

He praised the female Son of the Moon energetically, even revealing secrets he originally intended to hide: “You must have enchanted Prince Xiyaldo with your charm!”

“Where’s Count Leipzig?”

She asked.

That voice, like a brand, was deeply imprinted in Inspector Frank Schumacher’s mind, his brain involuntarily began searching for information, and his body moved before his sense of reason returned—

At this moment, his pupils radiated a dark red glow, which was a sign of resonance with the Path of Love.

And within that wine-like radiance, pink hues moved and intertwined like snakes.

Eventually, unconsciously, two pink rings connected end-to-end, quietly hovering in the middle of his pupils. It looked like the reflection of a flash in an eye during a photograph.

Inspector Frank Schumacher obediently said: “Earl is probably still at the Earl’s Mansion, but he will head to the Police Station soon!”

“—Ask him, what kind of benefits have you received?”

Prince Xiyaldo turned his head and whispered.

That voice, which would normally have made Inspector Frank Schumacher extremely reverent, only made his teeth chatter and fingertips tremble at the thought of deceiving him. Yet now, hearing the Prince speak softly with the lady, a sudden inexplicable sense of irritation and animosity arose in his heart—

As if he wanted to kill His Royal Highness right there!

“Still not convinced? Well, in that case.”

The lady laughed softly, turned her head back to look at Inspector Frank Schumacher, and said lightly, “What benefits have you received?”

“Count Leipzig has promised me a promotion by three levels, to a second-tier Inspector!”

Inspector Frank Schumacher said with immense pride: “I will also have my own property in the city of Leipzig!”

“You sound very powerful?”

“I am a Fourth Level Blood Lord, ready to transform into a Son of the Moon at any time!”

Inspector Frank Schumacher immediately replied.

Blood Lord—one of the promotion paths for the profession of Blood Magus, which is also considered “half a Son of the Moon”. This is one of the rare extraordinary professions that could be fully inherited and retained after transforming into a Son of the Moon; Red Chancellor herself belonged to this profession.

“Is that all?”

The lady asked with interest: “No gold coins, titles or the like?”

The middle-aged Inspector Frank Schumacher was dismissive: “Those things are meaningless—the Earl if he wishes can have as many gold coins as he desires. Titles are also meaningless… in the future, the entire Antimony will take a completely different form!”