Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 9

Dissatisfaction within the gang was growing, and many doubted his leadership.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mr. Frakt made a difficult decision.

He chose to pledge allegiance to the city's mayor, becoming an executor of the mayor's will, the so-called "Black Hand."

Under the mayor's protection, Mr. Frakt not only solidified his position but also successfully revived the gang.

However, this came at a price.

Having become the mayor's Black Hand, Mr. Frakt found himself unable to act independently in many situations.

This time was no different.

Mr. Frakt's gang, following the mayor's orders, was tasked with transporting special experimental equipment to a designated location.

But when they arrived at the predetermined handover point, the gang members transporting the equipment discovered that the individuals meant to receive the goods had all become corpses.

Seeing this, the captain leading the gang members made a swift decision to retreat with them.

Unfortunately, their attempt to retreat at this moment was already too late.

The roar of a helicopter echoed through the sky, and intense machine-gun fire rained down, shredding most of the gang members.

Those who miraculously survived the first wave of aerial machine-gun fire were no match for the relentless assault of the special forces that appeared afterward, ultimately being slaughtered.

Upon learning of the incident at the transaction site through a specially modified walkie-talkie, Mr. Frakt knew something big had happened.

As expected, when he reported the situation to his backer—the mayor of this small city—the mayor promptly hung up the phone.

Not long after, the mayor's personal guard knocked on the door of his office.

Knowing he was powerless to resist, Mr. Frakt silently accepted his fate and was taken into custody.

He was then brought before the mayor.

During a tense conversation, Mr. Frakt gradually understood the mayor's intentions.

The mayor demanded that he take responsibility for the unauthorized transport of Collapse Energy experimental equipment, becoming the scapegoat for the entire affair.

It was only then that Mr. Frakt realized what he had been transporting.

This demand was like a bolt from the blue for Mr. Frakt, but he knew he was no match for the mayor's power.

He could only silently accept this cruel reality, preparing to sacrifice himself to ensure his family's safety and their future prosperity.

But even this request was flatly refused by the mayor.

The arrogant official coldly rejected his plea, even stating that to ensure the complete severance of any leads, both he and his wife would have to die.

Hearing this, Mr. Frakt was overcome with immense grief and anger.

Just as he was about to firmly refuse the mayor's unreasonable demand, the mayor continued in an even more menacing tone.

"Think about your child, I believe his name is Moros, a very bright and clever little fellow..."

These words struck Mr. Frakt like a dagger to the heart, leaving him utterly helpless.

Finally, after securing a promise that Moros would be allowed to leave the city with a considerable sum of wealth, Mr. Frakt compromised.

"I'm sorry, Emma, I'm truly sorry..."

Looking at her weeping husband, Emma didn't blame him. She simply held Mr. Frakt tightly, trying to offer him some comfort.

"Are you sure the mayor will let little Moros leave?"

Once the distraught Mr. Frakt had calmed down a little, Emma immediately asked the question that concerned her the most.

"I've kept a copy of the information. If little Moros doesn't reach the safe house I've arranged in Changkong City, this information will appear before the investigation team looking into the Collapse Energy equipment smuggling case. To protect himself, the mayor will keep his promise."

"That's good. As long as little Moros can escape, our sacrifice won't be in vain."

Emma's words made Mr. Frakt's eyes well up with tears again.

He looked at his wife, his heart filled with guilt.

Chapter 14: Behind the Scenes and First Encounter with Elysia

As Mr. Frakt recounted his past to Emma, in the mayor's office of this small city, which had not even left a name in this post-civilization era, a transaction had quietly concluded.

"...Yes, I understand... Don't worry, I won't disappoint you..."

After hanging up the phone, the mayor leaned back wearily in his large office chair and let out a long sigh.

After communicating with his backers, he had finally managed to extricate himself from this incident.

This was not the era after the Third Collapse; in this era where the First Great Collapse hadn't even occurred, any research involving Collapse Energy was highly advanced.

Yang was merely a politician serving as the mayor of this remote small city; how could he possibly have the capability to engage in such high-level research?

It was precisely because he was taking the fall for someone else that the forces behind Yang were willing to intervene and protect him.

Whether in the current civilization or the previous one, the principle that a scattered team is difficult to lead remained the same.

He opened a drawer, took out a notebook, and began to organize the details of the recent transaction and subsequent plans.

As he wrote with a "swish-swish" sound, Yang's thoughts also gradually became clearer.

As he wrote, he began to consider how to handle the investigation team's questions.

After a pause, Yang wrote in his notebook.

"The investigation team..."

He pondered for a moment, then continued writing.

"As long as Frakt takes the blame, this matter will be over..."

A few pages later, Yang's brow gradually unfurrowed, his anxiety and worry disappearing.

He carefully put the notebook into a drawer and slowly stood up.

He walked towards the large floor-to-ceiling window of his office, his gaze deep as he looked out at the city's night view.

Night had fallen, and the city lights gradually began to illuminate the once-peaceful small town.

Over the past decade, he had, as mayor, dedicated himself to diligent governance, making great efforts for the city's prosperity and progress.

However, he knew well that without connecting with the powerful forces behind him and gaining their support, his path to promotion would never have been so smooth.

"After this incident is over, should I step down..."

Escaping this storm was no easy feat. Even with the backing of the forces behind him, Yang's political future was essentially cut off.

But he felt so unwilling!

After a long while, Yang turned back to his desk and picked up another phone.

"Hello, it's me... The arrangements on the ship are made... During the voyage... solve the problem..."

Yang was a seasoned politician with many years in office. How could he not understand the necessity of cutting the grass by the roots?

In the eyes of the high-and-mighty mayor, a mere gang leader, even the leader of the largest gang in the city, was nothing more than a dog.

When the master needed it, the dog should naturally offer everything it had without hesitation.

If the dog hesitated in the process, it would be a betrayal of him.

And traitors, of course, were not worthy of pity.

Therefore, he unhesitatingly issued orders to his subordinates, demanding that they cut the grass by the roots and leave no loose ends.

In fact, if it weren't for the need to prevent further complications, Yang would never have allowed that lowly person's child to leave this city.

Moros, at this moment, was still completely unaware of the approaching storm.

Although he had become a creature of the Exemplar tier, Moros, having never been involved in politics, could not know the impending end for Emma and Mr. Frakt without information.

With his butler seeing him off, Moros boarded the passenger ship bound for Twilight Harbor.

The small town where he lived was not coastal. To travel to Changkong City in the Far East Isles, Moros first had to take an inland passenger ship to Twilight Harbor, and then transfer to a cruise ship to Changkong City.

The passenger ship sailed slowly on the river, the scenery on both banks gradually receding.

Moros leaned against the ship's railing, gazing at the shimmering river water under the night sky, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

Even as a transmigrator, facing sudden environmental changes, having to leave his parents, and going to a city he had only heard of on the news accompanied by bodyguards, it was inevitable that he would feel lost and uneasy.

Just then, a gentle melody, like a soft breeze, swept through, breaking the surrounding noise and reaching Moros's ears.

It was a melodious tune, beautiful and seemingly magical, gradually calming Moros's mood.

Are there such performances on the ship?

Moros felt curious and decided to investigate.

Accompanied by his two bodyguards, he followed the sound to the ship's deck.

Busking...

Looking at the crowd gathered in a circle, Moros had a guess.

Since his curiosity was satisfied, he didn't push into the crowd to see who was performing.

He leaned against the ship's railing, enjoying the beautiful violin music, letting his mind immerse in the tranquil atmosphere.

In the melodious music, Moros closed his eyes, letting the notes flow by his ears, cleansing his soul.

He no longer thought about the confusion and unknowns of the future, but simply enjoyed the peace and beauty of the moment.

When the song ended, Moros opened his eyes again.

"Ah, thank you all, my fans, for your support..."

Accompanied by the clinking of coins, a clear and pleasant voice rang out from the crowd.

That tone? That voice?!

As if suddenly realizing something, Moros straightened up abruptly.

"Young Master?"

Hearing his bodyguard's question, Moros said nothing more. He simply waved his hand, signaling the two to follow, and then moved to the back of the crowd.

His gaze passed through the crowd and settled on a little girl with pink hair, wearing a black cloak.

In front of her, a hat lay on the ground, already filled with coins and bills.

It was clear that the recent performance had earned the adorable little one quite a bit.

It really is you, Elysia!

Moros quietly watched the little girl bidding farewell to the audience in the distance, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

He had been an old captain in his past life, so how could Moros possibly not recognize the incredibly charming Elysia?

This means the Vostok 51 Incident has already concluded…

While thinking about these random things, Moros walked forward.

Taking out his wallet, he withdrew a large-denomination Mu Continent banknote and placed it into the hat in front of Elysia.

This action didn't cause much of a stir.

After all, Elysia's performance was truly commendable, and Moros wasn't the only one who had emptied his wallet for her.

"Alright, that's enough..."

Waving her hands repeatedly to signal that the audience didn't need to spend any more, Elysia crouched down and began packing away her performance props.

It was obvious that her performance had concluded.

Seeing this, the people who had been captivated by the fairy-like girl's performance also began to disperse.

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Chapter 15: Encounter and the Assassin

Soon, the surrounding crowd dispersed like a tide, leaving only Elysia, Moros, and the two bodyguards trailing behind him.

"Is there anything else, audience member?"

Looking at the little boy in front of her with some confusion, Elysia asked with a smile as bright as a flower.

"Nothing, I just thought the song you played was very beautiful, so I wanted to get to know you."

Meeting her gaze, Moros replied with a smile, trying his best to sound natural.