What?!
In the Silent Plane, Locke, the young priestess, and the gunslinger arrived at an abandoned factory. More than a hundred believers were still inside.
At the same time, inspectors were approaching from outside the factory. Each of them had a black band tied around their right arm, and all of them carried a musket.
Locke looked at his gunslinger. The gunslinger said quietly, "Those are all ordinary inspectors without supernatural powers. Inspectors serve the Emperor. For ordinary people, becoming an inspector through the examination is the highest position they can attain."
"Every inspector must undergo rigorous examinations and stand out from the best of the best before becoming an inspector. They are also responsible for managing several areas within a city."
"I think Emperor Hall ordered them to search the entire city, and they're only here to inspect us as part of their routine."
A smile lingered at the corner of Locke's mouth, but he said nothing.
The young priestess asked nervously, "God, what should we do?"
The gunslinger whistled and picked up his two guns. "I'll go out and take them down."
"They're just a bunch of ordinary thugs working for the Emperor. Killing them won't be difficult."
Locke glanced at the gunslinger. He possessed a certain amount of mental power, probably a branch of the Mind School's psychic magic. He was at the level of a Second-Class Wizard Apprentice.
If this power was innate, then according to this world's native power system, he should be some kind of genius.
However, this world's power system had already been suppressed by the Emperor. Thus, ordinary people believed that this world had no supernatural powers at all and could not come into contact with this information.
Whether they had talent or not was meaningless.
Locke shook his head. "No need.