That was thorough. Just look at how orderly their society was—they even offered psychological counseling to victims.
The gap between the city and the countryside was still too wide!
After the new member of the police force explained why they were there, Fu Qian couldn't help but feel impressed.
Of course, he wasn't about to take her for a mere counselor.
Compared to everyone else, the woman before him was clearly different.
The most obvious difference was that, in addition to the classic fitted black coat, she wore a distinctive cape over her shoulders.
It was exceptionally exquisite, adorned entirely with golden thread. It looked sacred and regal, unlike anything ordinary.
What was more, everyone present—including the veteran officer—treated her with conspicuous respect, keeping their distance to the point of seeming wary.
"All right."
Fu Qian mirrored their reserve and gave a slight nod beneath her gentle, dark-eyed gaze.
"Very good. You can call me Amira."
The counselor seemed satisfied with his response.
And it wasn't just his expression or tone. Though she'd only watched him for a few seconds, Fu Qian knew she had observed every abnormality in his entire body.
It was a sense akin to the supernatural.
Fortunately, she was dealing with a true professional. As an expert in Flesh and Blood Power, Fu Qian was confident he could convincingly mimic even the pallor of someone who hadn't eaten for days.
"We'll be going now."
Amira gave the veteran officer a slight nod, then led Fu Qian aside, where a two-axle carriage was already waiting.
The scenery, clothing, and transport—all of it felt familiar from the World Within the Painting he'd experienced. Apart from the rather unusual firearms, nothing seemed too out of place.
The atmosphere was clearly much better, though. There was no pollution fading