Divine Weapon?
Saint's Relic?
What are they talking about? Why can't I understand a thing?
Le Yu retreated several steps and took shelter beneath the temporary rain awning, signaling for the accompanying medic to come over and provide emergency treatment. Even without a sense of pain, Le Yu knew he was seriously injured: both forearms were deformed, his chest was bruised purple, and he had cuts all over his body. When he had been sent flying just now, the blood pouring from him had splattered into a bloody trail. He had lost a frightening amount of blood.
Most importantly, Le Yu felt that his vision had become somewhat blurry. The world before him seemed to have gained a beautifying filter, giving everything a hazy, dreamlike beauty. If he had been an ordinary person, he could basically have gone home in peace and asked the entire village to attend his funeral feast.
Only he still had a chance of being saved.
The rain grew heavier, pattering against the filthy, muddy ground. The commoners crowded around the city gate and showed no sign of dispersing, their eyes wide as they watched the important figures they normally had no chance of seeing: the Prefectural Governor's Mansion's steward and the director of the Statistics Department.
"According to the prefect's orders, the Saint's Relic was supposed to be transported into Star Engraving Prefecture in secret, to prevent Lu Zhong's spies from obtaining any information."
Uncle Bo took the black umbrella tossed over by an attendant and held it over Ding Yiyu. He said calmly, "But because of the reckless actions of your Statistics Department agents, the Saint's Relic can no longer serve as a secret weapon, unless..."
Uncle Bo glanced at the onlookers around the city gate. Seeing some people already leaving, a trace of