Belmaren excited.
Can we finally fight?
"Yeah." Hitzfeld was a little helpless towards him, "I'll have to rely on you more, Angus."
Belmaren immediately said that he could be trusted completely.
At this moment, Hitzfeld stopped and looked across the street through the car.
That was the alley between the two houses opposite. It seemed like someone was spying on us just now.
After thinking it over, she did not get in the car. Instead, she crossed the road amid the nervous crowd of others and walked into the alley to look inside.
This is a dead end.
A faint foul smell wafted out from inside, and judging by the piled items, this was a garbage dump for nearby residents.
"Come out, I see you."
Hitzfeld stared at the corner of clothes sticking out from behind the garbage pile.
Unlike others who were facing a great enemy, she was not very nervous.
Because she knew who those people were, and whether it was the divine eye or the spiritual perception bestowed by the mother tree, it told her that there was no danger.
sand……
There was a noise over there, and then, in front of all of them, two dirty, black children, wearing only thin clothes, came out, hugging each other.
They were both very young, a boy and a girl. Their exact ages could not be determined because they were too thin, but their eyes were very bright.
Hitzfeld moves closer, ignoring Sheriff Dabe's warning ("Be careful! It could be contagious!").
She walked up to the two of them and half-knelt down.
During this process, the two children wanted to dodge and retreat several times, but when they saw her exposed single eye, they seemed to be soothed by the emotions in it, and they finally did not move.
First he took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to the girl, then Hitzfeld looked at what the boy was holding in his arms.
That's a book.
This is an educational picture book. Judging from its miserable cover, it should have been a piece of garbage. The characters on it can barely be recognized through the dirt.
The Cycle of Nature: Dry Season, Rainy Season, and Flowering Season
Flower season?
Do the children here have a blooming season?
With a slight twitch of his mouth, Hitzfeld didn't ask them any questions, just stood up and turned away.
"Settle them down."
She said to the sheriff.
Ignoring the latter, he was completely confused.
"We're going to solve the problem now."
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I went to bed at 7 o'clock last night, but didn't get up at 3 o'clock. This is unimaginable.
Later I guessed that it was because I gave up Sprite which led to a lack of sugar water, less food, and a weak body.
Fortunately, I have solved the problem of writing stuck for a while. I hope I can write more smoothly in the future~
Make up the 6k first, and then make up the rest slowly later.
Chapter 6 Declaration of War (k)
Belmaren thought that Hitzfeld's announcement of a change of location would immediately lead to trouble with the "Cockinson brothers," but she did not order the car to drive to the Financial Street.
The so-called Financial Street refers to Golan Avenue, which is not located in the more prosperous city of Sisina but directly in the northeastern area of the city of Manion. This may be because the latter is the forefront of mining business, and setting up the company office here can save time and interaction costs.
The order issued by Hitzfeld was as follows: she asked the Silver Knights under her command to find a place to send a telegram to the administrative building, ordering Knight Ashley who stayed there to lead 200 people to Golan Avenue, and she herself asked the driver to drive straight west, saying that she wanted to see the way into the mountains.
"What does she want to do?"
Sheriff Dabe was driving behind the car and was puzzled when he found that the two cars in front were not heading to the Financial Street. "Isn't she going to the mine now?"
Most of the parish's mineral resources are concentrated in the border area between Manion City and Tribal Canyon, so going into the mountains means getting close to the mining area, and the air there is not pleasant.
If you are lucky, the air will just be a little turbid. If you are unlucky and a sandstorm blows over from the west, yellow sand and dust will fly everywhere. If you want to go out, you have to cover yourself tightly with a cloak.
"Perhaps the Earl is planning to go for a spin in the canyon." His assistant said beside him, "After all, no one asked her to deal with the Cuckinson brothers personally. She brought people with her, so it's enough to let them do it."
Sheriff Dabe turned his head and stared at him for a long time with the look of someone who just met him for the first time, until he felt uneasy. He swallowed and asked, "...did I say something wrong, Sheriff?"
"No, you are too smart." Sheriff Dabe looked at him seriously, "How dare you mock her in this tone? Do you want to die yourself and kill me too?"
These words frightened the assistant. He apologized repeatedly and said that he was really wrong. Fortunately, Sheriff Dabe was just warning him instead of getting really angry. After this incident, the sheriff asked him: "...How are those two kids?"
Although the phrase "settle them down" was obviously just a casual remark, he didn't dare to put in a matching attitude.
"It's all done." The assistant quickly made amends, "Let the nearby residents take them in temporarily... I specifically asked them to give them a hot shower and buy them new clothes. I paid them, otherwise the family wouldn't be happy."
The latter part of the speech was spoken in a relatively low voice, but it was loud enough for Sheriff Dabe to hear and not ignore.
Sheriff Dabe pretended not to hear, he knew that this amount of money was nothing.
The situation in Manion is very complicated, and even the entire Sicinna is more complicated than in other places in Sara. A sheriff like him is already very honest, but even so, there are some benefits that you can't do without.
So what does that amount of money count for? He was just estimating, probably less than one-tenth of the monthly payment that his assistant could collect.
"Boss." After thinking for a moment, the assistant stopped flipping through the book in his hand and looked at the glass in front of him, "Are we really not going to notify those people?"
"I think you are really tired of living." The sheriff remained focused on driving and didn't even bother to glance at him.
"I understand the reason... I certainly don't want to offend the Count, but she can't stay in Magnion forever." The assistant's voice became lower and lower. "If she only understands the case at hand and leaves, what should we do?"
"You underestimated some things." The sheriff shook his head. "The parish hasn't encountered a major disaster in a long time. If you knew how other places treated that kind of behavior, you would feel like an idiot right now."
Is it that exaggerated?
The assistant was stunned.
All I can say is that no matter how much you have heard about some things, if you have never seen them with your own eyes or actually watched them happen, you will inevitably be poisoned and influenced by empiricism.
He couldn't help but doubt his previous decision and began to feel that the money and property he received from the "Cockinson brothers" and the like were very hot to the touch.
If you feel guilty, you must find a way to make amends.
"That's right."
"how."
"This book..." He half-raised the book on his knees, whose cover had been wiped clean, "The two children said, 'Give it to the sister who gives out candy'...why don't you give it to her?"
Sheriff Dabe finally looked at him again, and he snatched the book and stuffed it into his arms like a treasure. Although his tone was still serious, he couldn't help grinning.
"As long as you don't think too much and don't do things that are not your job, everything will be fine after this wave of things passes."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true... We didn't do anything bad in the first place. At most, we condoned some things due to our incompetence."
This is really a good excuse!
The assistant sighed.
He was indeed incompetent, but he couldn't figure out what to do to stop being incompetent.
Miss Countess from the capital, you'd better be kind and open-minded enough, and don't impose your standards on us ordinary people.
Emotions were surging, and the mining area was getting closer.
Unlike the valley gap that he had expected, there was an open area beside the road leading into the mountain. Hitzfeld rolled down the car window and looked outside, and could tell at a glance that the irregular cliffs were blown up with explosives.
This is normal. After all, both Lieutenant Colonel Kabu and Sheriff Dabe have said that the soil here is very hard. If there is rock blocking the mine, you can't just send miners to dig slowly, right?
Half of the road ahead was blocked. It was originally about six lanes wide, but only three lanes were left in the middle. A checkpoint was set up at the entrance to the mountain, and the city defense troops armed with live ammunition were guarding it.
There were about seven or eight of them, and it seemed that there was only one team. These people obviously had not been notified that someone was coming to inspect, and they were confused when they saw the convoy coming, and then chose to stop the black truck in front.
"you……"
"What are you trying to do here?"
Oh my god... Before they could even start asking questions, a tin can jumped out of the carriage with a bump, and pulled out a long-handled war hammer from it, and started to ask them back aggressively.
This is the costume of a knight, right?
The local masters are not so fierce, so they are most likely a special envoy.
After realizing this, the leading soldier quickly put on a wry smile on his face and nodded to Belmaren, indicating that they had also received orders to block this entrance and exit in the near future and that he was not deliberately trying to make things difficult for them.
"Then you were just following orders." Miraculously, Belmaren was no longer angry. He glanced at the back seat of the car and found that he could not see the expression of the girl sitting there.
After thinking for a while, he asked them the same question as Hitzfeld had done to Sheriff Dabe: "Today, no - should it be these few days, is there anyone else coming besides us?"
"Yes," the soldier replied, "This is the main road into the mountain. The natives basically take this road to go home."
Belmalen asked some more questions, but he simply felt that Hitzfeld's posture was very imposing and he was deliberately imitating him. The questions themselves did not reveal what he wanted to know, which frightened the soldiers and made them think that he wanted to take care of "internal affairs."
"what is that?"
After satisfying his "Count's addiction", Belmalen pointed at Luca in front and asked.
In fact, it is just a row of iron frames, randomly welded into a triangle to block the intersection, and some steel spikes are welded on it.
The soldiers answered accordingly, but Belmaren soon discovered the trick: "Why were these roadblocks moved away?"
"This..." These people began to hesitate, "This is because... there are always people coming and going, and we don't really want to block the intersection, so we don't need this thing for the time being..."
Belmaren glanced at the back seat again, ignored the man who was explaining, and pretended to go to the front to check.
"and many more……"
Soldiers nearby immediately tried to stop them. At this time, Sheriff Dabei and others also got off the car. They happened to see this targeted scene. Knowing that the Whitebeard Knight had a bad temper, their faces suddenly changed.
"Boom!"
As expected, the person who tried to stop him was smashed away by the hammer handle.
Belmalen didn't use any heavy hands. At most these people broke some bones and would be fine after a few days of recuperation.
He ignored the ugly expressions of the remaining soldiers, walked up to the iron racks, and tried to lift them.
Very heavy.
Is it solid steel? Such a long row is all welded together, it is not easy to move it!
He narrowed his eyes, and with some difficulty, he half-crouched down, still wearing his armor, and checked the drag marks left on the ground.
It’s over.
The faces of those soldiers changed drastically. Some of them dropped their guns and jumped into the mine, while others raised their guns and aimed at the people who came later.
"Ding--"
These people were in a trance for a moment, and they only heard a sound like ice crystals and mirrors shattering in their ears, and then the guns in their hands disappeared at the same time - they floated into the air and broke into pieces.
"There's something wrong with these people!"
Belmaren called back.
"The dragging marks are too fresh... They must have been ordered to move them at this time on purpose, which means they want to let something go!"
I'm going to change my mind about you.
After taking back the ice needle, Hitzfeld opened the door and got out of the car, looking at Belmalen with some admiration.
I originally thought he was a pure reckless man, but I didn't expect that he was actually very meticulous... He could actually deduce things from such details.
There was a whistling sound from the front, and it was a soldier with a distorted face rushing towards her.
Maybe he noticed a young girl suddenly appeared and thought she was easy to bully, so he wanted to control her and hold her hostage.
These people were not well trained to begin with, not to mention that the attack in such an emergency was full of loopholes. Hitzfeld was too lazy to use the fighting skills he learned from the Dragon Girl, and just shook his shoulders as Xia Yibing taught her, and the man obediently jumped to the side - misjudged the direction and thought she would dodge there.
She swept her leg forward, and the man stumbled and fell. He was tackled and pinned down by the howling Sheriff Dabe, who then worked with other officers to control him.
Without their guns, the soldiers' fighting power was extremely limited. Soon, everyone was arrested and interrogated by Sheriff Dabe.
"Why are you running?"
