Pastor's Tantra

Kingdom of Star Antimony, City of Knowledge Leipzig.

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

They all wore the most solemn uniforms they had ever worn. The skin was dry and hard because the blood had been sucked away, revealing a lifeless bluish-black color.

They were not tied up and hung on telephone poles or street lamps in the municipal square... but were hung with their necks stretched out on a relatively fresh gallows that had just been made, just like a group of people who had just been hanged. of sinners. Their two hands were nailed together with a wooden board in front of them, with the words "thief", "liar" and "liar" written prominently on it in dried blood.

Many of these people are not familiar to the residents of Leipzig. Some of them were wearing morning gowns, some were wearing evening gowns, and some were wearing ancient aristocratic costumes from the imperial era... In short, they seemed to be big shots, but none of them were familiar to people.

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

That was Inspector Frank Schumacher, chief of the Leipzig police police.

He was wearing the uniform of his first-class police inspector, epaulettes, and several medals of honor hanging on his chest. He was also hanged in the town square with the word "traitor" written on a wooden board nailed to his hand.

Someone called the police immediately.

But until nearly noon, no police car from the Public Security Police Department arrived at the scene to remove these items.

Some people also rushed directly to the Public Security Police Station to report the crime. But from far away, they could see the huge and solemn "warning cordon" being opened and parked at the door - and a large number of security police wearing black uniforms were staying near the cordon. Surrounded the entire Public Security Police Department.

At first there were people anxiously trying to explain to them what had happened.

However, the security police who were constantly on guard outside did not want to listen to what they had to say. No matter what people say, they are just emphasizing that they have an important mission and cannot leave, and they are not allowed to enter the police station.

Gradually... people gradually realized something.

Although it's not clear what exactly happened, the premonition that something big is happening has become increasingly clear.

Just like when the head teacher monitors the noisy class at the back door, the classroom suddenly becomes extremely quiet at a certain point in time without warning - the noisy crowd on the street suddenly starts at a certain moment and suddenly becomes extremely sparse.

Some people chose to flee to their homes and hide, while others tried to drag their families and leave Leipzig. But no matter what they choose, one thing is certain...the Sheriff's Department is no longer safe.

The whole street fell silent in an instant, and only the hesitant faces of those whose news was delayed could be seen, arriving and leaving sporadically.

At this moment, a red sports car with a streamlined shell buzzed and sped from a distance.

The security police, who had been standing guard at the door like dolls, almost unresponsive no matter what was asked, almost jumped out of their wits and reacted immediately.

Before the car arrived, there was a small commotion, and some people subconsciously raised their guns. But then the clamor was stopped and silence fell again.

"--how?"

The passenger window was rolled down, and Prince Szijjarto's cold voice sounded from inside the car: "What do you want to do? Raise a gun at me?"

His Highness's words immediately aroused confusion.

The quarrels and noises suddenly became louder, and after more than ten seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a police inspector's uniform, with a big belly and a stiff smile trotted over, wiping the sweat from his forehead: " Your Highness... We don't mean any harm, it's just that something happened today, and the brothers were a little too vigilant for a while...

"oh?"

Szijjarto, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows and said in a declarative sentence: "I understand, you are wary of me."

"How is that possible? Your Highness, someone wrote us... a threatening letter to us! There may be explosives in the Supervision Bureau——"

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

Immediately afterwards, his words suddenly became fluent: "Someone said that they sent us some things that can blow up the police station! There are alchemists sent by the Wangli Alchemy Association inside who are debugging the bombs. Brothers, in order to Don’t cause trouble to others, just avoid them first…”

"So dangerous."

Szijjarto glanced at him and said coldly: "Then I'll leave first."

"well--"

The middle-aged man was excited, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Your Highness! I mean... Your Highness, why don't you go in and have a look? Leipzig has never had a disaster of this scale. If you can go in and take a look around, your Majesty There will also be some good reputation there! I mean, His Majesty will reward you..."

He was a little incoherent for a moment, and he repeatedly took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket to wipe his sweat. He was obviously under great psychological pressure - he knew Szijjarto's identity and what he was doing.

This made his fingers almost tremble.

Szijjártó asked, "Where is Inspector Wiener?"

"He's in there debugging bombs!"

"Can you call him out?"

"Uh...but none of the brothers want to go in..."

"Where you dare not enter, you hope I can enter?"

Szijjártó suddenly laughed, his eyes were complicated and disappointed.

The middle-aged man didn't understand why he laughed, so he could only stand in front of the car window, wiping his sweat and smiling.

"Do you really want me to go in?"

Szijjártó said leisurely, as if he had relaxed a little.

The middle-aged man didn't 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 a boring thing..."

"--In other words, you are in charge here now?"

An elegant and ethereal female voice suddenly came from the back seat, scaring the middle-aged man.

As the car window slowly rolled down, he tightened his face and looked at the back seat vigilantly, and his left hand unconsciously touched the pistol at his waist.

Before he could see the man's face clearly, a fragrant breeze had already seeped out.

Like freshly peeled lychees, warm rose wine, mixed with a faint pine scent.

Then, the nervous middle-aged man saw a beautiful face that was a bit weird - and a pair of dark red pupils that were still shining in the dim back seat of the car.

She looked to be in her twenties, and the black and dark red low-cut dress she wore looked like she was going to a banquet.

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 have succeeded!"

He tried his best to praise the female Moon Child, even at the cost of revealing the secret he originally wanted to hide: "You must have charmed His Highness Szijjártó with your charm!"

"Where is Count 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 had already moved before he could react rationally. At this moment, his pupils were emitting a dark red glow, which was a trace of resonance with the path of love. And in the depths of the red wine-like glow, there was a pink glow that was like a snake, circling. Finally, unconsciously, two pink rings 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 has taken." Prince Szijjártó turned around and whispered. That was originally a voice that would make the middle-aged police inspector extremely awed, but the thought that he was deceiving the other party would make his teeth numb and his fingertips tremble. But now he heard His Royal Highness the Prince whispering to the lady, and suddenly he 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? Well then."

The lady chuckled, turned around and looked at the middle-aged police inspector, and said lightly: "What benefits do you have?"

"The Count of Leipzig promised me that I will be promoted three levels in a row and promoted to the second-level police inspector!"

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

"You sound very strong?"

"I am a fourth-level blood lord, and I am ready to transform into a son of the moon at any time!"

The middle-aged police inspector said immediately.

Blood lord-that is one of the promotion directions of the blood mage profession, which can also be regarded as "half-moon son". 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.

"That's all?" The lady asked with interest, "No gold coins, titles, or anything like that?" The middle-aged police inspector said with disdain, "Those things are meaningless - if the Earl wants gold coins, he can have as many as he wants. Titles are meaningless too... In the future, the entire Star Antimony will be completely different from what it is now!"