Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Hmm." Jepard nodded slightly.

"Then see you later."

Suddenly, a blue-haired man came running over:

"Help! Help! My wallet has been stolen! Iron Guards, you have to help me! It must have been one of your officers who stole it!"

“…” Jepard stared silently at the blue-haired man who had come to report the crime, remaining silent.

Chapter 380 The Executor is Pretending to be a Great Guardian

"Hey?! Why are you looking at me like that? I'm here to report a crime!" Sangbo stomped his feet in anger.

Jepard said in a deep voice:

"You? Report a crime?"

"It's the festival of Sunrise now, so I advise you not to have any crooked thoughts. This time, the Iron Guard's main target is you."

“Me?” Sambo’s eyes widened.

"Hey, are you guys kidding me?! I'm here to report a crime, not like I'm the criminal!"

March 7th said disdainfully:

"You keep saying that Yan stole your wallet, so you should at least provide some evidence, right?"

"Besides, as far as I know, he's sleeping like a log right now. He's not sleepwalking and trying to steal your wallet!"

"Maybe?!"

Sambo put his hands on his body, touching this and that, and then said in a fright:

"Look, I can't find my wallet! There's no one else on this planet who could steal from me!"

"What kind of strange logic is this?" March 7th was speechless.

If she were a guard officer of the Silvermane Iron Guard, what would Guan Sangbo say? He would just arrest her first.

Who knows if this blue-haired guy will cause any trouble? It's better to keep him under control for now.

"What did you say?!" Sangbo was extremely anxious, wringing his hands repeatedly as he asked urgently.

"Brother Danheng, you be the judge! I'm the victim, okay?!"

"..."

Dan Heng, who had been silently observing, pursed his lips and said helplessly:

"You should have his contact information, right? If he really stole your wallet, you can call him and confirm it with us."

"No, absolutely not!" Sangbo stretched out his hands and quickly made an "X".

"If it's proven he didn't steal it, he'll definitely come after me!"

"Even if the wallet isn't in his hands by then, it will be in his hands!"

Dan Heng frowned slightly:

"So, according to your logic... you're not actually sure Yan Huan is the thief, are you?"

"But who else could it be but him?!" Sangbo cried out anxiously.

"All the money I've cheated these past few days... ugh! All the money I've earned these past few days is in there!"

March 7th slightly raised an eyebrow:

Did I just hear something strange?

She looked at Jepard beside her:

"Let's arrest him first. It's obvious he's been causing trouble these past few days."

"..."

Jepard silently turned his head and glanced at the Silvermane Iron Guards waiting behind him.

The Iron Guards nodded in agreement, seemingly in agreement with March 7's view.

Regardless of whether he's committed a crime or not, arrest him first!

Besides... we couldn't catch them even if we wanted to before, but now they're coming to us on their own, so why not catch them?

"Hey, hey, hey... what kind of look is that?"

Sensing something amiss with Jepard and his group of guards, Sambo took a few steps back.

"Haha... Well, I won't report it, I won't report it, okay?"

"I suddenly remembered that I think I left my wallet at home. I'll go look for it now..."

Jepard narrowed his eyes:

"Stop for me."

"I don't……!"

In an instant, Sambo slipped away, and Jepard led a group of Iron Guards in pursuit.

"..."

March 7th and Danheng stood silently in place, unsure of what to say.

"Hey, they're pretty energetic." March 7th smiled slightly.

"Danheng, it would be great if you were as energetic as them."

"I'll try my best," Dan Heng said helplessly.

The two strolled along the street until they reached another street.

"Shh—everyone quiet down! Don't rush, the show is about to start!" Such a voice came from the side of the street.

On March 7th, his ears immediately perked up:

"Huh? Shiluwa?!"

At this moment, Hiluva stood in the center of the crowd, and the onlookers around her were shouting.

"Hiluva! Hiluva! Hiluva! Hiluva! Hiluva! Hiluva!"

Then, Hiluva began to sing, and as the melodious music played, the onlookers joined in.

"Wow, you sang so well!" March 7th clapped excitedly.

Unfortunately, there were too many people gathered around Silva, and they couldn't squeeze in to say hello.

After strolling around for a while, March 7th and Danheng returned to the center of the square.

The girl rubbed her lower back and said lazily:

"Ugh, so tired."

"I didn't expect that just strolling around without doing anything could be so physically demanding."

The entire Belleburg was brightly lit and bustling with activity, filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Before they knew it, March 7th and Danheng had been strolling around for quite a while.

"Danheng, don't you feel tired?"

"I'm fine." Dan Heng silently gazed at the noisy crowd around him and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that the people here are very happy, finally emerging from the shadow of the snowstorm."

“Yes…” March 7th slowly turned around, looking at the majestic castle:

"It's all thanks to their effective governance."

"Danheng, shouldn't we go and meet Bronya and Cocolia? After all, they invited us, and it wouldn't be right for us not to go."

"Um……"

Dan Heng nodded slightly, agreeing with March 7's explanation.

Since we've come all this way to Belleburg, it would be a shame not to meet them.

……

the other side.

Fort Clipper.

At the top desk sat a black-haired man.

He stirred the tea in his cup with a silver spoon, listening silently to the voices of the women below the stage.

The woman was none other than Topa.

She gazed at the dark-haired man seated at the very top and said sincerely:

“…I completely understand your predicament, Great Guardian.”

“Belloburg’s current financial difficulties are not because of you—and certainly not because of the fault of anyone in the city.”

"But to be fair, since Belloberg has survived as an independent political entity to this day, this debt cannot be written off as a bad debt."

Yan crossed his legs and said in a deep voice:

"But here's the problem: your interest has been accrued for nearly seven or eight hundred years, and it's already an astronomical figure."

"How long has it been since Belloberg recovered from the snowstorm? And he's already here demanding payment?"

"..."

Toppa's expression hardened, and he said helplessly:

"I'm sorry... this was clearly stated in the contract, and I have no right to change it. Paying back debts is a matter of course, isn't it?"

"..."

"What if I don't give it to you?" The man's voice on the stage grew even colder.

"No, you won't give it to me...?"