Don't call me evil god

He finally gained Bahamut's trust. Although he still didn't understand how he did it, at this time, Pet just wanted to leave the interrogation room as soon as possible and didn't want to have anything to do with the evil god or the man in black robe.

The complicated arcane lock runes on the metal rings that originally bound Pet's hands gradually dissipated in the air. After regaining his freedom, Pet hurriedly took the pen and paper and lowered his head to look at the content on the paper.

"What...is written on it?"

Pate remembered that when the two of them were talking back and forth, Bahamut kept writing on the paper. At this time, there was indeed a lot of things written on the paper with golden paint, but the problem was, Pate discovered that He couldn't understand the language Bahamut spoke.

This is not the common language of Prentice continent, nor is it the rune language that believers in the goddess of magic like to use to record magic knowledge, but a text format that Pate has never seen before.

The beautiful cursive characters connect the letters one by one to form different words. They have delicate outlines and smooth transitions. The lines are elegant and elastic, and they look unique and beautiful.

"It's not important, it's just a simple record document with your information on it and you need to sign for confirmation." Bahamut explained to Pet: "Although I personally believe that you have nothing to do with those cult lunatics. , but according to the regulations of the Green Harbor Police Department, if there are new developments in the relevant investigation in the next period of time, you may need to be summoned to ask some questions. "

As if he was afraid that Pet would be worried, Bahamut added another sentence after finishing speaking:

"Don't worry, I won't treat you as a comrade. Other people who survived like you will have to sign the same documents. This is just a necessary process."

Peter was surprised and subconsciously said: "When did the Greenport Police Department become so dedicated and responsible? Aren't the police departments full of pigs who have to give them money before they move... Oh, no, sorry, sir. , please pretend I didn’t say anything, I’ll sign right now!”

It wasn't until mid-sentence that Pett realized that the attack range of his words was a bit wide, and it obviously included Bahamut.

Bahamut sneered and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. I know what Green Harbor Police Station is like. Don't worry about offending anything."

Because of its large-scale free trade and the special position of a neutral port, Greenport is a very developed economy, but it is indeed criticized in terms of public security management.

From the courts to the police stations, the common feature of all walks of life is the prevalence of corruption, and the transactions of power and wealth have almost changed from unspoken rules to naked rules.

When faced with common fights, neighborhood disputes, searching for lost property, etc., the grassroots level of the police station basically pushes them away and delays them whenever they can.

After all, most police officers even paid for their positions. How can we expect them to do a good job without giving them benefits first?

Of course, in a sense, this kind of public security management system that relies solely on money to talk about everything is also a unique feature of Greenport.

After all, the owner of this city, the hobgoblin chaebol Caron Lever, is an out-and-out fanatical collector of wealth. As long as a sufficient price is given, Caron may even dare to hang himself with a rope. Sell.

In the same way, if enough money is given, the police department can instantly turn into the most ferocious hyena, obeying the boss's words, staring at the soft persimmons they can bully and pinching them.

In comparison, Pet felt that Bahamut was so dedicated that he didn't even look like someone from the Green Harbor Police Department.

In Pet's impression, the police officers at Greenport didn't have much patience at all. No matter what the case was, as long as they entered the interrogation room, they would definitely hint to him overtly or covertly to pay him quickly. If the money was not enough, he would be beaten as an evil god. The believer sent him to be hanged to close the case. Only when he had enough money did he have the opportunity to enter the normal questioning process.

Originally, he was prepared for a major hemorrhage, but he didn't expect that Bahamut never mentioned asking for money from the beginning to the end, and his unruffled demeanor made Pet so nervous that he didn't even dare to ask for money. Giving bribes.

"Sir, are you really from the Green Harbor Police Department?" Pete couldn't help but asked curiously while signing his name "Pete Chinar" in common language.

Pat noticed that when he signed with this pen, the handwriting was also golden, reflecting the light under the light of the oil lamp.

Bahamut did not answer Pet's question directly. When he saw Pet signing his name, he stood up, walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door of the room and shouted outside.

"It's been confirmed. He is innocent. He is not acquainted with those cult lunatics. Come in and wrap things up and let him leave."

As he finished speaking, Pet saw a fat police officer wearing the largest Greenport Police Department uniform and weighing over 200 pounds hurriedly squeezed in and saluted Bahamut in a rather non-standard manner. :

"Yes! Chief Troon! Thank you for your hard work!"

The opponent was obviously trying very hard to look agile and neat, but unfortunately, his bloated body due to the obvious lack of exercise made his movements look loose.

"Yeah." Peter nodded when he saw Bahamut, walked around the fat police officer and left the room.

As soon as Bahamut left, the fat police officer immediately relaxed, and the expression on his face turned into a lazy state. He walked listlessly to the table and sat down. After signing the paper and pen, he asked impatiently:

"Name?"

Pet was stunned. Didn't Bahamut already ask this question?

"Name! Come on, boy, don't waste my time, you know! If the police chief hadn't confirmed that you didn't know, huh, for a guy like you who doesn't know the current affairs, if you ask me, it's probably those crazy evil gods. Lackeys, they should all be sent to the gallows, then I will be at peace."

Peter snorted: "Sir, but...didn't the relevant information already be recorded when I asked the question before? Why do you want to ask again?"

The fat police officer frowned, raised his hand and raised the paper to Pat: "Don't you kid make up lies to fool me, but there is nothing written on it! Hurry up, don't waste time, what am I asking? What do you say, or else I’ll lock you up here for a few days, believe it or not!”

Peter took a closer look:

The "record document" that was signed by him a few seconds ago was completely blank at the moment!

Damn it!

"Wait a minute, sir! Really, I remember it very clearly. There were a lot of things written on it, and I even signed it! It can't be blank!" Pat said anxiously: "If you don't believe me, you called that gentleman just now. Come on, he can prove it!"

The fat police officer sneered and said, "You can yell if you want. That's Chief Troon. He has a lot of things to do. How can he have time to come back and prove it to you?"

Peter was confused the first time he heard this title and couldn't help but ask: "Chief Tren? But his name is Bahamut, right?"

Unexpectedly, the fat police officer's expression was even more confused than that of Pat: "What the hell?"

"Who is Bahamut?"

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