"No, this..."
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ], also a member of the delegation, looked around blankly. His businessman mindset made him subconsciously think that the current situation was caused by his failure to pay enough protection money.
However, considering that Gray was also an experienced merchant, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] felt that the other party would not overlook such details, so he was probably overthinking it.
Just as he was thinking about how to explain and defuse the conflict, another ratchet-like clicking sound rang out, this time from... directly above them!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With three dull thuds, three burly men clad in full brass mechanical armor landed on the top deck of the Antasia.
The three men, clad in armor, were nearly three meters tall. A complete set of heavy brass armor was embedded in their bodies, making it impossible to tell whether it was wearable or permanent.
The massive impact caused the main bodies of the three armored vehicles to drop briefly before they straightened up again with the sliding sound of the gas shock-absorbing pistons.
As the gears meshed, three long blades sprang out like the blades of switchblades, resting against the necks of [ Shit Appraisal Master ], [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], and [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ].
The half-dragon raised his hands in feigned surrender, turned off the translation function, and said to the two:
Do you need me to transform?
"Unnecessary."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] responded immediately to prevent its brainless companion from causing trouble, while [ Shit Appraisal Master ] smiled and said:
"Even if we change, we still can't beat him. How are we supposed to fight this pure mechanical behemoth?"
His feelings were somewhat complicated at this moment. If being imprisoned by the heavy gate had made the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] feel a little nervous, he was now relaxed.
He believed he hadn't done anything wrong. The situation was like someone walking down the street and suddenly being asked to assist in an investigation—they would be nervous, but if officials suddenly pointed a gun at their head, they wouldn't panic as much. After all, he knew in his heart that this must be a misunderstanding.
At this moment, the city gate guard who had left to report had returned to the outside of the heavy gate and shouted loudly:
"Those inside should not make any rash moves, especially you, Gray Griss."
"Your name was added to the death list a month ago. We must carefully verify your identity and everything in your fortress. If there are any unregistered Blood Corpse not under containment, we have the right to temporarily detain you."
At this moment, Gray also raised his hands in relief:
"Don't worry, it's definitely me, and there's absolutely nothing uncontained on the Antasia..."
At this point, Gray's expression suddenly froze.
Really not?
Right at his feet, on the wheelchair, lay what appeared to be an unregistered Blood Corpse, not contained according to the requirements of the Graycast Corridor.
He's a count, for crying out loud.
At that moment, Bennett was also giving Gray a look that said, "Hey, why aren't you saying anything now?" He was so angry that he wanted to give the other guy a jolt of electricity.
Soon, under the protection of several guards, a dozen fully armed guards appeared behind the inspector who had not left the city gate.
His imposing manner immediately increased, and he began to stride forward, checking each person in turn. He soon arrived before the one with the most "extraordinary" appearance [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ].
Are you Blood Corpse?
"I am a half-dragon."
"What are you doing here?"
"I am an envoy, currently serving as the boatswain of the Antasia."
"Come on, repeat what I said: 'The seven progenitors of vampires are all anal-less bastards.'"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He scratched the back of his head and then suddenly realized.
Was there really such a simple way to determine if someone was a puppet controlled by a vampire?
That said, in this world full of extraordinary beings, such words really can't be spoken carelessly. If a Low Tier vampire were to utter such blasphemous words, those old fogies who can focus their attention on their offspring might actually unleash some so-called "divine punishment."
Furthermore, in the vampire's concept, the progenitor is not only the father and the ruler, but also a being close to "god," so such blasphemous words should not be spoken carelessly.
Thinking of this, he boldly repeated the sentence after the guard:
"The seven progenitors of vampires were all anal-less bastards."
The guard nodded, searched the man's body for a while, and found no signs of Blood Corpse bites or scratches except for the hardened skin resembling dragon scales. He then approached the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]:
Are you Blood Corpse?
"Report: I'm in a vegetative state!"
"You're in a vegetative state, aren't you? Come on, prove it to me!"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] groped for a withered Deadwood Vine and stuck it into his wrist. After it revived, he manipulated it to make a heart shape with his hands towards the guard.
"Okay, what is your position on the fortress?"
"Report, I am a repairman!"
"Repeat what I just told him to say."
Which sentence?
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] paused for a moment, then realized it referred to the Grand Duke's statement about not having xx...
He repeated himself, even making his tone particularly impassioned, as if he had entered the trash-talking part of a pre-battle speech.
After listening to his "recitation," the guard moved on to the next person and began questioning them.
At the same time, several other guards quickly emerged from beneath the Antasia and shouted to those outside:
"Inspection complete. There is a large amount of food inside, but no other living people are present."
food?
Upon hearing this keyword, the captain outside the heavy gate immediately brightened up, and his expression towards Gray and the others softened considerably.
It seems that Gray was right before; the Graycast Corridor far greater importance on food than a self-sufficient power like the Second Holy See.
Just then, the guard who had been in charge of the questioning approached Gray and looked at the old man in the wheelchair, asking:
Are you Blood Corpse?
The old man glanced at the guard, his cloudy eyes gleaming with a crimson light, and replied calmly:
"Yes, that's me."
"Okay, your role on the mobile fortress..."
The guard suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence. He looked at the old man in the wheelchair, who was also looking at him with an expectant look in his eyes.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, I am the Blood Corpse, so hurry up and grab me and kill me."
Bennett's voice echoed through the city gate; everyone heard it, and there was no way to conceal it in any way.
Several gleaming knives were once again held to the necks of the men, especially Gray and Bennett, who each received more than three.
The captain, who had just been smiling upon hearing the news about the grain supplies, now had an icy expression. He waved his hand and shouted:
Arrest them all and interrogate them!