Catastrophe Card King

Hearing this, Ada the assistant couldn’t help but ask, “Captain, are we just going to leave like this?”

Reuel Bible nonchalantly responded with a question, “What else?”

Ada furrowed her brow, “What I mean is, that guy also seems suspicious…”

Reuel Bible cut her off, chortling, “In Sinless City, you can find at least a thousand, if not ten thousand people who are suspicious. Do you expect us to arrest them all and interrogate them?”

Ada argued, “But, he knows the secret base of the Silver Moon Sect. He may also know other things.”

Reuel Bible merely laughed, “Didn’t he already tell us what he knows?”

Ada still wanted to argue, “But…”

Reuel Bible interrupted her with a series of questions.

“Is he our enemy?”

“No.”

“Then, is he an Old Days Believer?”

“It seems… he is not.”

“So, on what grounds should we arrest him? We are the most authoritative law enforcement agency in the Federation, not some gang or those rotten guys corrupted by power in the system. If we can’t even uphold impartial law enforcement, where do you think the law’s significance lies? How do you think the Federation’s order is maintained?”

It’s indeed reasonable.

But hearing their captain speaking with an aura of righteousness, the assistants found it hard to believe.

Mushroomhead’s eyes widened, blinking repeatedly. As incredulous as he was, he couldn’t help but pull the rug from under his captain, “Captain, isn’t your Professional Sequence the Diamond-6-Outlaw? You don’t usually stick to the rules…”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lost the “evidence” because of a bet earlier.

Reuel Bible seemed accustomed to this kid’s jabs. He responded earnestly, “Chaos itself is a kind of order, not a lack of rules. And we’re acting according to regulations here. Is it Federation… which law was it again?”

Mushroomhead answered for him, “Federation Law Enforcer Code, Article 177, innocent until proven guilty. Law enforcers shouldn’t use their authority forcibly when the facts of a suspect’s crime are unclear, and the evidence is insufficient…”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

Reuel Bible nodded, affirming, “Moreover, that guy only knows this much. Why make an unnecessary fuss?”

Mushroomhead understood; the captain just didn’t want to go through the hassle.

Ada was still not convinced, “But, captain, what if he’s fooling us? What I mean is, what if he deliberately concealed some information…”

“There are some people, and you can tell with a glance that they disdain to lie. The more arrogant the person, the more so.”

Reuel Bible shook his head, didn’t explain much, and strode ahead.

Ada remained bewildered, but she stopped arguing.

At this moment, Mushroomhead spoke up, “Captain, didn’t you say that the guy took something from the shrine? Aren’t we going to check it out?”

Reuel Bible showed an expression that suggested ‘less is more’: “There are countless treasures in this world. The headquarters’ warehouse has a lot of ancient relics and Disaster Objects. Haven’t you guys seen enough? If you need something, just submit a report and have it transferred. As long as he is not an Old Days Believer, whatever he took doesn’t matter. And since he dared to lay his hands on it, he would naturally be able to contain it. This saves us the trouble of finding some object and writing a bunch of containment reports to explain where it came from…”

Ancient relics and Disaster Objects that others covet and kill for…

To the people of the X Bureau, they are merely tools.

As long as you can use it, you can get it simply with a report from within the Bureau.

The considered this while in shock, thinking to themselves: Is the Bureau’s ace veteran not teaching any investigating skills, but instead teaching them how to slack off?

As he spoke, Reuel Bible added, “Besides, didn’t I say ‘I’ll stand by my word’? A person’s faithfulness is their own order. You’ll discover in the future that order is one of the supreme rules that determine a person’s fate and mindset. If you can’t even keep your own word, you won’t get far.”

Ada:”…”

Mushroomhead:

It seemed like they heard some very important experience, leaving both assistants impressed but confused.

“Boss, the Judging Office has been urging us to submit the investigation report on the Stan Miller attack as soon as possible. However, the clues we have now are not sufficient to arrive at an accurate conclusion…”

“Just jot down a few sentences.”

“Ah… just jot down anything?”

“Otherwise? Do you think those old, cunning guys in the parliament genuinely want us to investigate the truth? Heh… They just need a report to show to outsiders. Besides, someone skilled had masterminded this, it would be strange if you could find them.”

“Oh.”

“However, speaking of it, it’s really not clear who is behind the attack in the Grand Cemetery Labyrinth. But the style seems like the work of those ‘Thirteen Masked Knights,’ the group who thrives in chaos.”

The trio chatted and left the cave.

Leonard Churchill watched as the three of them disappeared. He didn’t rush to make his move.

He stood in place for a while, quietly observing.

It was only after he was sure the trio really had left that he cautiously made his way over.

The corpse was growing meaty lumps. This was a sign of early mutation.

The Corpse Collector was very familiar with this.

If this were to progress, the excess of unchecked Extraordinary Traits would likely turn it into a monster.

But to Leonard, this was good news.

The mutation in the corpse would cause the Extraordinary Traits to expand uncontrolled for a while, overall they should grow stronger than when it was alive.

He was not afraid of the contagion, making his way to it. Once Feast started devouring it, his traits surged.

There were toxins all over the Plague Doctor’s body, he didn’t dare to get involuntarily involved..