When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 698: Bloody May and the Underground Dragon

The "Tiannu City May Special Operation" that made the wizards of Tiannu City tremble in fear finally came to an end in early June.

Compared to the strange name "May Special Operation", locals prefer to call it "Bloody May".

In the past half month, not to mention the elimination of all the gangs, at least 80% of the gang secret parties in the city have been arrested and sent to labor reform, or exiled to the eastern county.

The actions of the military police certainly cannot be called procedural justice. For example, they tortured people, detained people in the basement of a West City tavern without food and beat them, and even forced suspects to put their fingerprints on a confession.

But judging from the results, it is basically justice, because with the help of Meliati to read your mind, although no evidence can be found, it is definitely right to arrest you.

Among these gangster-type secret parties, who doesn’t have a few innocent lives on their hands?
Many wizards suffered from the rough law enforcement in this public security campaign, but they had to admit that the atmosphere in Tiannv City suddenly became clearer after this cleanup.

The illegal toll booths that previously collected fees on the streets were removed, and the bullies who collected tributes and protection fees along the streets disappeared from the streets and the world.

A large number of scoundrels who bullied the market but committed minor crimes were required to undergo labor reform, either repairing roads and building bridges on the streets, or going to plantations outside the city to cut sweet branches.

The human trafficking and slave auction markets in the South City were closed down, and the freed slaves who lived close to home were given a small sum of money to leave, while those who lived far away from home temporarily worked as municipal workers, helping to deliver mail and sweep the streets.

As for the vacant building, it is said that it will serve as the headquarters of United Spice Company and a future commodity exchange.

But Horn had to admit that despite the huge momentum, they only cleared out the gang secret parties in Tiannv City and its surrounding areas.

Expanding further out, there are still a large number of gang-type secret parties in ordinary towns and countryside.

The Ibe River needs to be escorted by the Divine Punishment Army, and the ports and borders need to be patrolled by the Divine Punishment Army. These gang-like secret parties are still like a thorn in the flesh, clinging to the economic artery of the Black Snake Bay.

The Military Police Regiment only consolidated the Tiannv City as its base camp in preparation for next year's security war.

However, it was precisely because Horn limited the movement to the vicinity of Tiannv City that it did not arouse opposition from gang secret parties in other regions.

These people will gloat over other people's misfortunes. Aren't the gangsters in Tiannu City always bullying people? Now they didn't see the situation clearly and got into trouble.

But they will soon stop laughing, because after the "May Special Operation in Tiannv City" there will be the "June Special Operation in Changdi City", the "July Special Operation in Sola Castle" and the "August Joint Patrol Operation in Ibe River".

If these mafia-type secret parties do not transform, their territories will probably only be in the countryside and smaller towns.

"But if that's the case, what should we do with those unemployed gangster battle wizards? We can't expel them all to the Eastern County, right? If we do that, they will become bandits, and then they will become vagrants in the woods, and it will be difficult for us to deal with them."

Holding a torch in the front, Otatila led the way while discussing government affairs with Horn.

The current Black Snake Bay Wizard Federation is still a rather loose system, with the three counties in the south, central and north basically acting independently. As the Speaker, Otatila's greatest power is the highest judicial power and financial supervision power.

But if this problem is not handled properly, it is very likely to cause unrest and riots, because battle mages are both violent and numerous.

Following behind Otatila, Horn and Jeanna felt a little frightened when they heard the hissing sounds of snakemen swimming all over the walls.

"Political struggles are sometimes the same as military struggles. Just like besieging a city, you have to surround three sides and leave one side open. We can't push these secret parties to the edge of desperation." Horn stepped carefully on the slippery stairs. "I will naturally provide them with a place to go."

"what?"

"It's simple. Let the hero check on the hero, and let the good man check on the good man..." Horn stroked the green moss with his hand and looked at the deep pit with some confusion. He seemed to hear something howling.

Maybe it was a rumor? After comforting himself, Horn continued, "...I plan to hire a group of unemployed gangster battle mages as tax police, and let them be affiliated with the Holy Axis Road and Bridge Bureau." These battle mages don't know much else, but they are quite good at checking accounts, fighting, and collecting protection fees.

Aren't those secret parties unwilling to pay taxes? Don't they like smuggling? Don't they always resort to armed resistance to taxation? Then let these battle mages and tax police, who are also from the mafia, deal with them.

In fact, it is not only the customs ports of the Holy Axis that hire tax police, but even county governments in places like the Northern County also hire battle mages as tax police.

Otherwise, there are so many autonomous territories in Black Snake Bay that don’t pay taxes or have any people. Wouldn’t that be a waste?
After clearing out these gangs and secret parties, Horn's next target was the autonomous villages and savage tribes.

"I see." Otatira understood instantly, "Relying on these tax police, we can not only dismantle grassroots gangs, but also strengthen the power of the county government."

"exactly."

Seeing Horn and Otatira talking happily, and seeing that they were talking about things that she didn't quite understand, Jeanna couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Ms. Otatira, I've been wondering about one thing. Can you explain it to me?"

"As long as I know, that's all I know."

"That Acatlan from the Scales Hermitage said that Master Cynthia was exiled to the rain forest of Eastern County. Why did she appear here? If she was conscious, why was she locked up and not seen?"

"To be precise, Grandma Cynthia couldn't leave in the first place. There was no exile. The one who was exiled was actually Grandma's physical body. She stayed underground to control it. Normally, that physical body couldn't even leave Tiannv City."

Horn stopped in his tracks and frowned, "You mean, Master Cynthia is a vampire?"

"Don't say that in front of her. She will definitely get very angry. Grandma Cynthia will then nag at you for three or four hours about how vampires are thieves, traitors, and so on..."

"Isn't there a witch who knows necromancy?"

"She is not a witch... Oh, you will know when you get underground." Otatila didn't know how to explain to Horn, so she could only quicken her pace.

But Jeanna still didn't give up: "Then how did Master Sefaye and this Master Cynthia know each other?"

"Grandma Cynthia's body seems to be the result of some kind of deal between her and the Flesh and Blood Court, and Master Sefaye seemed to have helped Grandma Cynthia repair her body, but failed." Otatila carefully recalled the speeches of the party elders.

"Since Master Cynthia and Sefaye have such a close relationship, and you are her successor, why are you not familiar with Sefaye?" Looking at the sunken abyss in the deep pit, Horn could vaguely see something shiny moving, which meant it was almost reaching the bottom.

"Grandma Cynthia said that Sefaye is a person of character, but she is too dangerous. It is best not to get too close to her. I haven't even seen her in person."

Otatira sighed, "And Sefaye always uses a mask and a pseudonym to show himself, and his whereabouts are strange. Not to mention the Priory of the Scales, even...ah, here we are."

As Horn's feet stepped on the soft sand, he just let go of his fear, but then he saw Otatila put the torch into a groove.

In an instant, amid the smoke of burning whale oil and spices, flames lit up in circles along the bottom of the pit.

In the blazing fire, Horn's pupils could not help but shrink, and Jeanna jumped up in fear, with lightning floating on her palms and hair.

The slender neck was raised, and the triangular head shook the sand. A pair of golden eyes under the dark red scales looked at Horn and Jeanne, so vicissitudes of life that seemed to be without a trace of emotion.

A giant dragon. There was actually a dragon in front of him, a giant red dragon!

“Hohoho!” The dragon spread out its broken wings and the hoarse voice of an old woman floated out from its throat. “You witches are really exaggerating to be able to survive even with your head cut off.”

(End of this chapter)