Enforcer's Handbook

Another believer was guillotined for offending the king.

People gathered in the square and witnessed the tied-up Tide Cultist being carried to the execution platform. His mouth was gagged and he could not speak a complete sentence. In fact, no one knew what this cultist had committed. Fault, but they all know that the king has been in a bad mood recently. More and more people are being sent to the guillotine, even the ministers in the palace are no exception.

Maybe this has something to do with the "mechanical rain" that has appeared frequently recently.

This is the name they gave this strange natural phenomenon. Since a few days ago, large amounts of metal fragments have been falling from the sky from time to time, and many people have been injured.

The kingdom's garrison had to dedicate a special unit to deal with the parts scattered from the sky. They sent all the metal parts to a temporary storage area outside the capital. It is said that the collected parts were piled as high as a mountain. !

But what people don't know is that the garrison enjoys this job.

Here, chips and mechanical parts are rare goods. Before the "mechanical rain" appeared, they could only rely on the believers who came back from the port cities outside the island to bring some back.

While people in the capital were watching the execution in the square, Sheriff Markov eagerly called in an expert invited from the Tide Church who claimed to have worked as a mechanic outside. When he saw these parts on the first day At that time, there was a plan to make a fortune.

"Let's see if you can convert these into electronic devices?"

These people who live on the seabed all year round know nothing about advanced electronic equipment, and the new gadgets brought back from the land often sell for a lot of money.

Markov felt that if he could make electronic products from the parts in the storage area and sell them, he would probably become the richest man in the country!

"this……"

After carefully studying these metal materials, the Tide Cultists hesitated to speak.

"how?"

"The parts are very strange, I've never seen this type of metal before."

Before coming to the Misty Islands, he was just an ordinary electrician in the port city, which was not a great job at all.

It was precisely because of his low salary and lack of passion in his daily life that he believed in the Lord of Tides and came here with the ship. What he didn't expect was that the technological level of this kingdom was so backward that he Such an ordinary electrician will become an expert in the eyes of the believers.

"You mean no?"

Hearing this, Markov immediately became anxious, "Look again, I'm counting on this, and I can share 40% with you after it's done."

"Don't believe him, he's lying to you. 』

Before the cultist could speak, the mechanical synthesized sound that suddenly appeared in his mind scared him so much that he almost jumped up from his chair.

Markov seemed not to have heard anything and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

"He is a liar. When it is done, he will kill you and put the blame for misappropriating parts on your head. You should know that the king will not let go of those who seek personal gain with power." 』

…

"I'm asking you a question!"

Markov raised his voice in annoyance.

"Ah, oh, I was just thinking about the source of these parts. I think only the coalition government can manufacture this type of chips."

"Coalition government? What the hell is that?"

"The coalition government is currently the most powerful country on land, and they control more than half of the world's resources."

"I'm not interested in the coalition government. Now you just need to tell me if you can make them into electronic products? Alarm clocks, watches, TVs, anything that can be sold at a reasonable price!"

"……I'm afraid not."

"Okay, I get it."

Markov was greatly disappointed. He waved his hand towards the Tide Cultist and said, "Go back. Remember, you have never been here today."

"lie. 』

The Tide Cult's heart was in his throat. He had never encountered such a strange thing before, and he couldn't figure out why these electronic parts could talk. Could they have been removed from the artificial intelligence?

He didn't want to be involved in such strange things, and he certainly didn't intend to report Sheriff Markoff. He just wanted to go home now.

"You can't go back. 』

The voice was still chattering in his mind, but when he turned around, he heard the subtle sound of metal colliding.

There is a long sword on Markov's waist, which is the weapon of the Kingdom Sheriff. It seems to have been pulled out of the scabbard.

"You know what to do, don't hesitate, otherwise it's too late. 』

The voice behind him was getting closer and closer to him.

Under the urging of the voice, the cultist followed his instinct. He suddenly bent down, picked up a metal rod, and swung it hard behind him. He didn't know where he got the strength, or whether the metal rod actively cooperated. His actions, in short, when he came to his senses, he found Sheriff Markov lying on the ground with his eyes wide open.

Blood and white paste flowed from his mutilated head.

The Tide Cultist screamed and collapsed on the ground in fear.

Then he realized that the voice had not lied to him, and Markov drew his sword, his purpose being obvious.

but……

No one should believe that he was acting in self-defense.

What's more, Markov's people are outside. Once they find out what happened here, he will be dead.

Despair enveloped the cultist. He just held the murder weapon and sat in the corner of the warehouse, letting time pass by. He always felt that the next second Markov's men would rush into the factory and angrily use their knives. Cut off his head.

However, it was too quiet outside.

It was so quiet that you couldn't even hear a single footsteps.

He remembered that Markov's men were a noisy group, and their chatter and bragging could be heard clearly from a distance.

Then, something even weirder happened before his eyes.

Unknowingly, Markov's blood seemed to have drained out, and a large amount of unknown silver-gray liquid poured into the broken part of his head. The wounds and broken skull were repaired in less than ten seconds, and then Markov took a sharp breath and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Wait a minute, no, this is a... misunderstanding..."

The believer's voice became smaller and smaller. He didn't know how to explain his behavior to Markov for a while. He was still holding a metal rod stained with Markov's blood and brain. This could not be explained by any misunderstanding. clearly.

"You did well."

Markov suddenly spoke, and what came out of his throat was a cold mechanical synthesized sound. His dull eyes regained their brilliance - it was a light blue brilliance.

"I can testify for you that you were acting in self-defense."

"W-what on earth are you?"

The cultist wanted to retreat, but found that his back had already been pressed against the pile of metal parts. Those sharp edges and corners actively avoided his body, and instead supported the cultivator's body in a relatively gentle way, preventing him from falling. Fell down in panic.

"I believe in your ability."

Markov bent down, stretched out his right hand to the cultist, and pulled him up from the ground, "Making electronic products is not a problem for you. You can find all the materials you need here, of course. We will also help you... In return, I hope you can help us promote these high-quality products, especially bringing them into the palace."

At this moment, the believer's wandering eyes looked through the window and saw the soldiers stationed in the storage area.

Their appearance looks no different from usual, except for the strange blue light flashing in their eyes.

…

"Did I read it correctly just now?"

Paladin, who was hiding in the dark, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Although he knew that they should keep a low profile in this parts processing plant, the scene that just happened in front of them made him unable to remain silent any longer.

He added, "The sheriff had his head blown off and then came back to life?"

"He was not resurrected. It was those machines that took away control of his body."

'Emperor' explained.

A few hours ago, the diving equipment they were riding on also landed on the ground along with the "mechanical rain". He turned on the invisible force field before Sheriff Markoff and his people arrived, and was then brought all the way back to this place.

Not to mention Paladin, even he felt numb after witnessing the scene just now.

The "vitality" of these mechanical creations is much stronger than he imagined. These parts in a warehouse full of parts are still alive, and plans have been made to sneak into the palace with electronic products.

This made him think about the ubiquitous electronic devices of the coalition government. Could it be that the electronic products that citizens of the coalition government usually use are also disguised by these living machines?

Also falling under suspicion is Song Lan, who witnessed the murder scene through Diego's eyes.

He had to get up from the bed temporarily. He vigilantly checked all the electronic products in Lu Xiang's apartment, and finally his eyes rested on the alarm clock on the bedside table.

There is no doubt that this alarm clock that disturbs his dreams every day is the most suspicious object.

He stared at the alarm clock for nearly a minute. Finally, the alarm clock could no longer withstand the torture of Song Lan's eyes and emitted a mechanical synthesized sound, "Teacher, please don't worry, those mechanical creations have not sneaked into your mind." at home."

"It's obvious you've snuck in."

Song Lan's eyes were full of suspicion, but considering that the voice should be "King", he did not smash the alarm clock with one punch.

In fact, he had wanted to do this for a long time.

The only thing that hindered him was that the alarm clock was bought as a gift by Lu Xiang.

"What you said makes sense, I almost ignored this question."

After thinking for a while, the "King" revised his statement, "Teacher, please don't worry, I am the only one who has sneaked into your home."

"Why are you hiding in the alarm clock? What are your intentions? Please shorten your answer to less than 20 words."

"study."

However, the "King's" answer was much simpler than Song Lan's request.