Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

He did not lie about the coercion.

Not far behind him, there was indeed a military and police force of several dozen people on standby. They were well-equipped and looked presentable, but upon closer inspection, the force seemed to lack cohesion.

The commander in charge watched as the spy stumbled back, seemingly returning home, and immediately perked up, his attitude turning into one of exasperation. Upon hearing the spy's exaggerated accusations, the commander subconsciously frowned.

noble……

Ah, the nobility.

"It's them, it's them!"

Seeing the canned goods brazenly following them, and the canned goods squad's signature white armor, the envoy screamed, "Disobeying orders! Attacking a noble envoy! Manager Vasily! Quickly! Arrest them all!"

—I was thinking the same thing, but this is different from what the intelligence said... Wasn't it supposed to be a group of gang thugs?

The military and police commander looked at the canned food squad, all dressed in uniform, dark white heavy armor, and with clearly visible shield-bearers and crossbowmen, and felt as if he had been tricked by something: You want me to lead the charge against this?

"Oh, there really is."

Before he could speak, he heard a soft laugh from the other end of the line, which said, "This gentleman who relayed the message to the parliament may have some misunderstanding with us. We are simply unsure how long we will be staying in Chernobog, so we can only decline the congressman's offer for the time being... What does this officer think?"

"Vasily!"

The messenger let out a sharp, explosive sound.

The military and police commander had no choice but to step forward, speaking in an official tone: "We are the Chernobog Guard! We are here to investigate the illegal armed gathering and violence! Lay down your weapons immediately and cooperate with the investigation! Otherwise, you will be charged with sedition!"

—What else? To get yourself into trouble by doing private work for nobles?

He was able to reach this position at such a young age, so he certainly didn't lack any background. He wasn't someone who could only rely on his life to curry favor with the nobility, so why would he have to go to such lengths?

“Look, you don’t deal with the real rebellion, and you’re unwilling to do anything about it when it actually happens.”

Among the group of fierce men in pure white armor, Milan, with his black and gray armored face covering, stood out. He watched as the soldiers and police lined up in formations that were perhaps even more orderly than during training, and the cautious and wary commander and the noble envoy who couldn't see the situation clearly. Milan smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pointed the short bow that appeared out of thin air at the noble envoy behind their formation.

"How about we make a bet?"

“I’ll stand right here and shoot an arrow. If I can hit that guy, then I’ll give you face today and we can pretend this never happened.”

"how?"

Friends meeting for the first time, and friends not seen for a long time, it's been a long time.

I'm Shen Yi, and I'm very unhappy to serve you (puts on a sullen, cat-like face).

You might not believe it, but the idea of ​​offering a bounty came about because someone in the group suddenly mentioned, "Old Shen, I'll be giving Jiu Lin a free ride on Lu VII and Lu VIII next month. You can decide how to handle the boxes." So I just wanted to join in the fun and liven things up for everyone.

And then that was it.

……cough.

First of all, I would like to thank all the readers, especially those who support me, especially Reincarnation. Your support is my motivation for writing, and I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you all.

Secondly...did I get set up by the readers? (Thinking)

Tell me the truth, is it true that someone is really going around calling people to get me a ticket?

Otherwise, this vote count is wrong!

What? Someone mentioned an event?

When I posted the bounty, I had no idea that an event would start afterward! (slams his fist on the ground)

Which tomorrow exactly...? As we all know, the author of Pigeon Cat's day starts at six in the morning. There's much more I (two j) don't know (turns face away).

In short, that's the situation, that's how it happened—the results up to 12 o'clock are roughly like this, and the final results after calculation are as shown in the figure.

So the final result is... Chapter 74 (facepalm)

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Thank you all for your support. The boss is very generous and in good health.

I also wish all my readers a good morning, noon, and afternoon.

This is Shen Yi, who has to think about meeting deadlines. See you next time.

Chapter 81 Deep within the gate, like a moonlit night, a single, cold star… (Missed)

--how?

The military and police commander was momentarily stunned.

Perhaps the Yan Kingdom in this world still has stories of the Three Kingdoms, but Ursus certainly doesn't have the story of "shooting the halberd at the gate"; Officer Vasily didn't understand the meaning of the suggestion at all, and only felt that the armored man's request was abrupt and strange.

But it doesn't matter.

Milan doesn't need him to understand now... he'll understand soon enough anyway.

"Speaking of which, officer, I've heard this joke before."

Before he could react, Milan had already pulled out a silvery-blue shortbow and nocked a different kind of arrow—one made of fiberglass, unlike those made of bamboo, steel, or bone. With amethyst in hand and copper readily available, crafting a telescope to enhance the aiming ability of a ranged weapon wouldn't be difficult.

With the enhanced aiming ability, he only needed to nock an arrow and the scene in front of him would rapidly magnify, while the square crosshair in the center of his field of vision would become even clearer.

It's like having a built-in, invisible optical lens sight.

And just as self-absorbed as he was drawing his bow and nocking the arrow, he spoke as if chatting casually: "Victoria, the notorious troublemaker of this land, has enclaves left behind by her conquests all over the land, those who know, know."

"And one day, the people of this land asked: Victoria, Victoria, why did you wage war against Rembiton?"

Vasily, the military police confronting the canned food team, and even the noble envoy who had regained his courage to shout after returning to the protection of the military police, were all involuntarily drawn to this untimely "story".

Milan continued, "Victoria said it was because I suspected they had weapons of mass destruction that could threaten peace on the Imperial borders."

Some people looked confused, not understanding what Milan meant by those words.

Then people asked, "Victoria, why don't you fight Letania?"

Milan spoke in a calm voice, raising the short bow high and gradually lowering it with steady breathing, his movements almost ritualistic—although he didn't actually know anything about archery, and the movements were entirely learned from someone named Emiya, it didn't matter.

With a motion devoid of any murderous intent, the bow was already fully drawn, the crosshair narrowed, and then slightly raised to follow the arrow's trajectory; a smile played on Milan's lips beneath his armor as he spoke:

“Victoria said… Do you think I’m stupid? He really has weapons of mass destruction.”

The moment the words fell.

"Om-!"

The bowstring vibrated, producing a short, powerful sound!

But just as everyone was awakened by the startled sound of the bowstring and looked at him with horrified expressions, Milan suddenly turned the bow in his hand; the noble envoy who had been locked onto by his sight disappeared from sight, but the arrow had already left the bowstring and gone, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, leaving only a brief afterimage in the air.

There was also a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and...

—There is good news and bad news.

The good news is that the arrow did not hit the almost frozen nobleman, or rather... anyone with eyes could see that Milan completely deflected the direction of the bow and did not shoot at him at all.

The bad news is...

"boom!"

The deafening explosion drowned out all the other sounds!

The arrow struck the object with great speed, but instead of the sound of an arrow piercing metal, it produced a deafening roar as brute force was unleashed in a destructive manner!

The arrow flew over the crowd and shot straight at the safety gate at the end of the road behind them. The heavy metal that was locked by the valve seemed to be torn apart and ravaged by an invisible behemoth. The center of the valve, which was designed to withstand pressure and was sealed, was visibly twisted and dented. The related structure could not withstand this huge force, and the metal deformation made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Then it was forcibly ripped off the frame, the tension in the dent couldn't hold and it was pierced through, then it was dragged backward and flew backward, finally being nailed to the wall with a "bang".

There wasn't even a trace of it falling down.

Only the enormous sound echoed in the enclosed environment of the power layer, like the tolling of a bell.

"..."

The entire passage fell into dead silence, including that of the previously chattering noble envoy.

For a fleeting moment, Vasily felt as if he was about to ejaculate.

He's a smart man... Oh yes, he's certainly a smart man; and precisely because he's a smart man, he instantly understood the true meaning of Milan's joke.

—When someone tells you you have weapons of mass destruction, you better actually do.

Why don't all of you join the Reunion Movement?

Because they are really dangerous.

—Then guess how dangerous we are?

"Oops, I couldn't stop myself, I'm sorry."

With the bowstring still vibrating in her hand, Milan chuckled, breaking the deathly silence and bringing them back to their senses. She said gently, "Sorry, sorry, my skills have become rusty... How about we make a deal, I'll try again?"

"...No, no, no, no..."

The police officer was momentarily incoherent.

Milan tilted her head: "Hmm? Is that not allowed?"

"No, no, no! Yes, yes, yes... No, no, no! No, no, no!"

The young, capable, and shrewd Officer Vasily was momentarily speechless. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his usually quick-witted tongue stumbled several times before he finally regained his composure and hurriedly said:

"No need for you to trouble yourself! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! You're right, it's all a misunderstanding! It's been a misunderstanding from the very beginning!"

"We were just on routine patrol! We came to investigate after receiving a report! It seems the intelligence was wrong. Sorry for the interruption! We'll call it a day!"

His earlier words were humble, his voice trembling as if he were reporting to his superior's superior's superior. It was only thanks to his experience in this area that he managed to keep his voice fluent and clear. But in the second half of his sentence, his style changed drastically. He was giving orders to his subordinates, almost as if he were shouting.

"Back to base! Back to base!"

"...Wait! Vasily! You're babbling away..."

The noble envoy who had finally come to his senses seemed about to scream, but was immediately covered in the mouth and pinned down by two observant military police officers, who dragged him away. The other military police officers were also clearly shocked. Even though they were fully armed, their eyes were filled with lingering fear and relief. Their bodies stiffened as they recalled muscle memory and retreated in a standard manner that even they themselves might not have been able to do.

They couldn't wait to leave this godforsaken place—the military and police equipment was indeed quite good; they had the necessary equipment expected of an official law enforcement and riot control agency, including riot shields that could withstand most types of damage, hard, lightweight armor that could withstand fists, kicks, light swords and common blunt weapons, and batons that could be used as both sticks and swords.

Some squads even carry standard military-grade spellcasting units like revolvers, which can be used as firepower for mages when necessary.

But... is this the kind of thing they should be dealing with?

Leaving aside anything else, just look at that arrow—you call that thing an arrow?

With the equipment they have, that thing doesn't care about this or that; it's just a piece of trash to catch whoever they catch—how can they fight a monster like that?

—Hehe, let whoever wants to go for it go for it, I'm not going to: how much is the salary a month, is it really necessary?

Most of them felt this way, since the truly upright people were mostly deployed to deal with the infected riots.

"Oh, by the way, one more thing."

Seeing that the military and police were about to leave, Milan thought for a moment and then suddenly said, "Since we're already here, there's no need to leave in such a hurry. Can I ask you something?"

"...Please, please speak freely."

Vasily's body stiffened, and he forced himself to stop and turn around, trying his best to make his expression appear respectful.

Milan's voice was tinged with laughter as she spoke casually, "I'm not quite sure. I heard that schools in Ursus are boarding schools, right? Like, where students live on campus?"

"what?"

Vasily paused for a moment.

The topic was a bit too abrupt, and he didn't react for a moment, so he could only instinctively answer, "Yes, that's right."

"Most schools in Ursus cities are like this, mostly boarding schools with nine or eleven-year programs. The situation might be a little different for noble families..."

Wait, why did we suddenly bring up this topic?

He seemed to have vaguely grasped something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. However, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

"Oh, like this."

Milan nodded, as if he had merely satisfied his curiosity.

But his next words, though spoken casually, sent a chill down the spines of the soldiers and police who hadn't completely evacuated and were still listening.

“I’m in charge of the lower level of this plot, you all know that without me having to say more… I’ve noticed something these past few days: there doesn’t seem to be a school in this neighborhood; and you officers are all settled in Chernobog, so you probably have children or children of relatives or friends of school age.”

He chuckled softly and said, "If my information is correct... the Reunion Movement has acted quickly and thoroughly in controlling the Northwest District; I wonder if, instead of messing with our illegal gatherings, you've paid attention to the people in the Reunion Movement-controlled areas... um, like the schools."

A subtle commotion immediately arose within the military and police ranks.