A Visitor from the Landship

Somewhere in southern Kazdel, the massive landship temporarily came to a halt when the sun reached its zenith.

At that moment, the mercenaries took out their rations and prepared to eat. Although he was still traveling alongside the Sarkaz Mercenary Corps, Roy kept a certain distance from them. He had no desire to provoke any unnecessary disputes.

At the same time, he worried that if those people showed hostility toward him, would Lemuenia simply cut them down?

When he had first obtained this blade, Roy had thought that the name "Blade of Will" merely meant that whenever its wielder fought and attacked, the blade would release additional skills like some kind of skill-launching machine.

However, during their brief time together, Roy discovered that she was far from that simple. Right now, for instance, Lemuenia was exploring like a newly born lifeform filled with curiosity about everything around her.

If her appearance were changed into that of a bird or something similar, it would suit the way she darted around everywhere. But a sword flying about like that was still rather fantastical.

Moreover, her way of dealing with things that caught her curiosity was simple: Slash. Anything that could withstand her Slash was naturally considered good stuff, while anything that could not endure it was classified as trash. Fortunately, the sword had not gone and slashed the Sarkaz's belongings, or Roy would have been in trouble.

Watching the blade darting about near him, Roy shook his head. Then, he took out his phone and dialed Chen's number.

Roy did not have to wait long. The call was answered almost as soon as it had rung for a few seconds.

"Yo, should I congratulate you two on becoming Superintendents?"

Through the video window, Roy saw Swire and Chen, as well as the Oni standing behind them. Presumably, this was the person who had taken over his position.

As for how Roy knew about their promotions...

It was not complicated. After resolving the issues related to the Six Harmonies Society, the bulk of the credit would inevitably go to the Special Operations Group—or rather, to Chen and Swire, the two people Wei Yenwu had focused on cultivating.

Besides, the Lungmen Guard Department had no rule requiring a certain number of years of service before one could reach a particular rank. As long as your achievements were great enough, you could rise at an unbelievable speed. And Chen was someone Wei Yenwu valued, someone being groomed as the future head.

"You already knew?"

"No, I guessed. And I'm guessing you two must have just argued because that old dragon never mentioned anything about me."

At that, Roy fell silent. Neither woman responded, but the expressions on their faces had already given them away.

The dissatisfaction nearly overflowing from them could not possibly be about their promotions, nor could it be because of that somewhat familiar-looking newcomer. Given their personalities, there was only one answer.

"Don't trouble yourselves over something like this. Aren't I doing just fine?"

"You plan to bear the title of murderer for the rest of your life?"

"Now isn't the time. Besides, for who I am right now, this warrant is actually protecting me. If Wei Yenwu were to withdraw it directly, I'd be the one in trouble."

As he said this, Roy smiled faintly.

Although the young master's death and the intelligence obtained from the mafia had allowed the Guard Department to secure victory in its operations against the Six Harmonies Society, those who had once followed the young master had not yet been completely rooted out.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Wei Yenwu had to be backing Roy's attack on the young master, but they had no evidence at the moment. If Wei Yenwu directly revoked the warrant and restored Roy's status as a Guard Department officer, those people lying in hiding would never let it go.

That was why he had left Lungmen.

"Although the Six Harmonies Society has been cleaned up, and perhaps Wei Yenwu's hand has already reached into Lungmen's underbelly, it still isn't time to revoke this warrant. After all, he needs to put on a show for others as well. He needs more time."

"As for whether I'm a murderer... legally speaking, I am indeed a murderer. After all, what I did can hardly be considered self-defense. I only hope that when I return to Lungmen, you two Superintendents will look after me."

"You bastard..."

Listening to Roy, the two women wore complicated expressions.

They naturally understood that every word Roy said was true and that this was the best choice under the current circumstances. Yet they still could not rid themselves of the anger in their hearts.

However, in Chen's eyes, Roy's words carried another meaning. He had sent another signal.

He was now directly addressing Lungmen's highest ruler by name, which indicated one thing: he no longer had any intention of returning to Lungmen's system. As for Roy's claim that he would "return to Lungmen"...

He would indeed return, but what identity he would return with was another question.

"Take care of yourself, Roy. I'll come find you later."

With that, Chen hung up directly.

"Can I take a look at this, Master?!"

In that instant, Lemuenia had already returned to Roy's side. Her attention was now fixed on the phone in Roy's hand. As for her "take a look"...

Roy thought it would be more accurate to understand it as "give it a cut." But this thing absolutely could not be cut. If such a precision device were damaged, it would be difficult to repair!

"No, Lemuenia."

As the words fell, Roy put away his phone. After stuffing the unopened pack of compressed biscuits in his hand back into his bag, he turned to look in another direction. There, he saw someone dressed entirely differently from the mercenaries.

There was an emblem on the person's clothing, one resembling a tall tower. It did not belong to any of the mercenary groups participating in this operation, and this person had been able to pass through the mercenaries to reach this place. There was only one answer.

The person before him had come from the landship and was most likely affiliated with their employer.

Everything except the person's eyes was wrapped in all manner of coverings. Because of that, Roy could not guess their identity from appearance alone. Perhaps sensing the change in Roy's emotions, Lemuenia floated between the two of them.

"Can I pierce him, Master?"

"No, you can't. That isn't how I treat guests. Be a little more polite to our guest, Lemuenia."