Dragon Gate Swordsman

Shining wrung out the towel and wiped the blonde girl's forehead, "She has made great achievements in treating mineralogy."

It's a bit strange for a Sarkaz to say such things... Chongxiao who was standing beside him thought.

The blonde Sarkaz girl who has not woken up yet is named Liz, which is more like her real name compared to Shining, which is obviously a code name. But Shining obviously doesn't want to say too much about the details, so apart from her name and severe oripathy, Chongxiao and Margaret know nothing.

Although Shining was not very fond of the "meddling" Margaret, he spoke to Chongxiao in a normal and even proactive manner.

She explained why she took action against the Ursus civilian... It turned out that Shining knew Chernobog's policy towards the infected, so when he went out to look for hospital information, he temporarily placed Liz in that inconspicuous tavern and paid a sum of money to the owner.

As a result, the boss was blinded by money and attempted to blackmail Liz, and even wanted to hide the seriously ill Liz as a hostage.

If Shining hadn't had a bad premonition and hurried back, perhaps things would have become even more difficult to resolve...

Perhaps it was because Chongxiao could speak Sarkaz and had Sarkaz friends, and he obviously didn't mind getting along with the infected.

"Oh, well... I don't mind. I might be immune to oripathy."

"…Your physique is really enviable."

After making a bland comment, Shining turned to look at Margaret and said, "Excuse me, how long have you had your mineral disease?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"I'm just a little curious. Your condition seems to be completely unaffected."

"It's been a year."

There was a look of reminiscence in Margaret's eyes, so she didn't notice the fleeting surprise on Shining's face.

But with Chongxiao, who claimed to be immune, beside her, her condition didn't seem so difficult to accept...

"So...what are you going to do now?"

After coming to her senses, Margaret asked.

After learning that this was a misunderstanding, she began to feel a little guilty towards the two Sarkaz in front of her.

It was difficult enough for him to bring a patient whose identity could not be revealed to Ursus for medical treatment, and he was deceived by the tavern owner, and ended up fighting with a reckless guy like himself for no reason.

Anyone would have to be angry about this matter...

Shining lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"If possible, could you please take care of Liz? I'll pay for it, I just need some time to find the hospital."

"Please rest assured, we will take good care of her. You don't need to pay."

Hey, big sister, which one of us is the bodyguard?

Chongxiao, whose words were interrupted, stared at Margaret with a strange expression, until she reacted and turned her head away in embarrassment.

Putting aside her pretended mature appearance, the fact is that Margaret is only in her early 20s, younger than Kanelian, so it is almost inevitable that she speaks without thinking.

"By the way, Mr. Chongxiao, can you please ask about your Sarkaz friends..."

"Inès, Hedley, and someone named W." (Note 1)

Chongxiao was straightforward and just said the name.

He originally wanted to add Kal'tsit as well, but after all, it was Filin, not Sarkaz. Moreover, unlike these mercenaries, Kal'tsit had a clear faction identity in the Kazdel Civil War. It would be a bit embarrassing if this Shining supported the other side that was opposed to Queen Theresa.

Shining frowned slightly, not making any comment on these names (Note 2)

At this moment, Liz on the bed suddenly let out a slight groan of pain.

"She doesn't seem to be doing well."

"Yes, so I have to hurry... Miss Lin Guang, I'll trouble you tonight."

"What Lin Guang? Her name is Yao Guang."

Chongxiao corrected it casually, but noticed Margaret's hesitant expression.

At this moment, even without the help of psychic mind reading, he knew that he had been deceived again...

……

Northeast of Chernobyl, the town of Yansk.

Compared with the mobile cities that are industrial miracles, the villages and towns on this land seem insignificant.

If it is the land of a wealthy noble lord, then the townspeople may be eligible to live in houses equipped with mobile platforms and evacuate in time when a natural disaster strikes. But if it is just an ordinary town or village without any financial support, then there are only two ways to deal with it.

One is to rely entirely on luck, hoping that a natural disaster will not happen to occur nearby. However, this kind of life of fear will not last for one or two years, but a lifetime.

The second is to find suitable terrain and use the protection of nature to resist the invasion of natural disasters, but the price is transportation conditions that have nothing to do with convenience.

This small town called Yansk is located in a long and narrow valley and makes its living from the most common industry in Ursus...mineral mining.

The interconnected mines under the mountain are the source of food and clothing for the townspeople. Every few days, a transport convoy from Chernobyl would arrive here and bring back large amounts of ore for processing.

In such an environment, it is simply a fantasy to avoid mineral sickness, and the environment of the valley also makes it impossible for the townspeople to carry out any "industrial transformation".

In other words, it was basically inevitable that they would be discriminated against and oppressed by the Ursus authorities.

"Mayor Kamalov! Mayor! Open the door! The patrol is here!"

The heavy wooden door was forcefully opened, revealing a face pretending to be calm.

For the position of town mayor, Andrei Kamarov is indeed too young... If he were not in the town of Yansk, he might just be an ordinary town government official.

"Calm down... I know what they want to do."

"Then Mayor Kamalov, you..."

"Where are they? The Executive Office?"

It can be seen that the mayor did not get to his current position by flattery and bribery, because when he first learned that the patrol team had arrived in the town, his reaction was not to escape or retreat. Instead, he put on his coat without even the slightest hesitation and prepared to go to the administrative office to meet the patrol team.

Ursus' patrol team is dedicated to investigating the conditions of the infected. Once those infected people do not have a special worker certificate, they will be arrested immediately and sent to work in the mines in the frozen snowfield.

This certificate is issued by local municipal agencies and will only be provided to infected people who are proficient in certain professional skills or are in unique positions that cannot be replaced... Only they can avoid being arrested by the patrol team.

But don't think this is Ursus' mercy. To put it nicely, it is making the best use of things. To put it bluntly, it is squeezing out the last bit of value.

The number of specialized worker certificates in the town of Yansk is limited, and they were specially approved by Marquis Boris in order to obtain sufficient supply of ore. However, with the expansion of the scale of mining, the number of people infected with mineral diseases in the town is also increasing, and there are no longer enough places to "protect" the infected people.

Mayor Kamalov knew very well that the patrol team came here just to capture some people as a reward.

Therefore, the first moment he saw the patrol captain, he bowed 90 degrees.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir!"

"Hmph...you seem to know why we are here."

The patrol captain sat on the sofa, sipping warm tea, with a hint of contempt in his arrogant expression.

It is no secret among Chernobyl's upper echelons that the town of Yansk concealed the true number of infected people and used the special worker certificate signed by Marquis Boris as a protective umbrella.

In order to ensure the supply of ore, it is fine to turn a blind eye to it at ordinary times, but the patrol team cannot be fruitless all day long. It is also necessary to catch some infected people every once in a while...

Unfortunately, Chernobyl has been very peaceful in every sense recently, and since we couldn't find any infected people causing trouble, we had no choice but to come to Yansk to ask for them.

"Yes... yes, sir."

"Great, that saves me the trouble of explaining the policy to you."

The patrol captain put down his teacup, stood up with a smile on his face, and cleared his throat to Mayor Kamarov, "So, Mayor, how many disobedient infected people do you have here?"

What I mean is that you want me to catch a few and bring them back to report.

Obviously, in the eyes of the patrol team, the infected are just moving performance figures, no different from the contract orders in the hands of the salesmen. Let alone freedom and rights, it is a luxury to be treated as human beings.

Mayor Kamarov's eyes paused for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, a figure suddenly flashed in from outside the door.

"There are only people working hard here. There are no infected people like you mentioned, and there are no criminals!!"

The tone was so powerful that the patrol captain's face changed instantly, and he was about to draw his sword to show off his power.

But after seeing clearly who came in, he hesitated for a moment, then loosened his hand holding the handle of the knife.

Because this person was dressed simply and neatly, and had a weapon on his back, he was obviously the town's guard.

The territory of the Ursus Empire is extremely vast. Mobile cities are fine, but there are countless villages and towns scattered everywhere, so it is naturally impossible to send professional soldiers to garrison there.

Therefore, villages and towns can generally only organize their own personnel to be responsible for security work, mainly responsible for eliminating dangerous situations, arresting criminals and murderers, dealing with wild animals that threaten the safety of civilians, etc. ... and because they are often on the front line facing danger, these guards are often very difficult to mess with.

Correspondingly, Chernobyl's patrol team, under the leadership of the reformist noble Marquis Boris, is basically composed of guys who are just trying to get by. It's okay for them to bully the infected who dare not resist, but it is very unwise to confront the guards.

"Mayor Kamarov, your subordinates seem a little ignorant."

"This... this is a misunderstanding!"

He immediately walked up to the guard and tugged at his sleeve stealthily. "Don't worry, sir, we will give you an answer as soon as possible! I promise!"

A conflict that might have broken out was averted by the mayor's handling of the matter.

The patrol captain and his men left the town of Yansk, but this would not be their last visit, and the young and promising guards were still indignant.

"Mayor, they are asking us to increase mining volume, but at the same time they want to take our people away. This is just looking for trouble."

"That can't be like what you did just now. Don't you think the trouble is not big enough?"

Mayor Kamarov scolded loudly, and then walked around the room twice, "Hey... I'll write a letter later. You go to the Azazel Clinic in the city and give it to General Hellagur to see if he can help speak for me."

"I see."

"Remember, Red, this letter can only be given to the general and must not fall into the hands of anyone else."

……

(Note 1: Inès’ race is actually Caprini, but this book will not be written from a completely God’s perspective, and the information the characters have is limited to what they see and hear. The author will try to give some hints about such plots, and some settings that are not clear in the original work will be completed by themselves, so readers are kindly requested not to rush to "spoil")

(Note 2: In the original game, the mercenaries headed by Hedley were not in a fixed camp in the early stage of the civil war. They only had an employment relationship with Theresa. In the later stage, W died in battle and his name was inherited and he officially joined the camp... In addition, Shining clearly followed Theresa, but there is no clear time node. This book sets him to have left before the end of the civil war. Otherwise, a series of events such as meeting Lin Guang, establishing an apostle, and joining Rhodes Island would be limited to two to three years. It is too compact and will make Lin Guang's travel career in the first few years too blank... Similar situations will appear in this book in the future. If readers have any questions, they can raise them in the comment area and the author will try his best to answer them)

Chapter 69: Investigation underway at night

It was a dark, windy, cold day, a perfect time to do something sneaky... no!

Although he was already very good at using psychic power to refract all light and achieve a practical invisibility effect, Chongxiao still felt that it was safer to wear a full set of night clothes.

For example, the black robe with a hood that The Shining wears.

However, he was not perverted enough to borrow clothes from a woman he had just met, so he just bought a black coat on the street and then came to Viscount Frederica's villa after nightfall.

Although Chernobyl is an important city in the southeast of Ursus, it is still a young mobile city after all. Its history is even shorter than that of Lungmen. Coupled with the influence of modern industrial culture, the luxurious and extravagant style of the old nobles is not so obvious.

At least compared to the private courtyards of thousands of square meters that the wealthy families in Shendu have, a villa with only a parking lot and a small lawn can be described as shabby.

Of course, the main reason is probably that the old nobles have lost their glory and power, so they don’t have so much money on hand.

Chongxiao entered invisible mode and first walked around the villa. After confirming that the bodyguards were in relatively fixed positions, he jumped over the wall and trotted to the balcony of the villa.

Ever since the Blood Peak War between the Empire and the East, the new emperor of Ursus has used this as an excuse to attack the old-school nobles who control the military power. The empire has thus fallen into a difficult and long period of transformation.

However, correspondingly, this period of social transformation was also a rare period of peace in the history of the empire. Therefore, even the nobles would not hire too many guards as they did in wartime.

Chongxiao leaned against the wall, carefully sensed the conditions of the bodyguards, and after making sure that their mental states were very stable, he climbed up to the balcony lightly...Except for a workaholic like Chen Changwen, no one would set up a study on the first floor.

The presence of the balcony means that there are not as many rooms on the second and third floors as on the first floor, but there are still several bedrooms, most of which are empty.

The only room on the right side of the balcony had someone in it, and it seemed like they were engaging in some intense exercise.

At first, Chongxiao didn't think much about it. He just wanted to go over to check on the people. But he saw this from the bottom of the window...

Live porn.

Obviously, the Ursus strong man who was "galloping on the battlefield" was Viscount Frederica, and the woman under him was a Rupert woman, who made disgusting moans from time to time.

"Beast..."

Chongxiao cursed inwardly, because he could sense that the Viscount was simply venting, without any emotional fluctuations.

But it doesn’t matter. When I’m busy with this, I won’t be aware of my actions.

After observing the balcony for a while, Chongxiao simply stood up and walked to the other side, opened the door and entered the corridor on the second floor.

The study was easy to spot because the door was not closed...and similar to Chen Changwen's mansion, Viscount Frederica's desk was also filled with messy letters and documents.

Wait, is this guy also a workaholic?

Chongxiao walked to the table with a dark face and checked the papers.

As expected, Chen Changwen's place was full of official documents that needed to be reviewed, archives that needed to be sorted out, and reports summarizing the agency, while here were basically banquet invitations, personal letters, and advertising brochures. Even serious reports and plans were scarce.

You know, Viscount Frederica is nominally the boss of four companies, one of the few old-school aristocrats who has nothing to do with politics and specializes in the business world, but...