I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Swish, swish...!

A group of investigators raised their flintlock guns at Chen Lun.

"Interesting..."

Chen Lun adjusted his hat brim, revealing a smile.

"What are you doing?"

Mona stood in front of Chen Lun with a cold face.

Her eyes glanced slightly, staring at the young man leading the investigators, and she said:

"Leader Walker, the situation is unclear right now, and there is no concrete evidence to indicate that Mr. Jack is the murderer... I can also testify that he was a principal force in stopping this incident. Without him, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Furthermore, regarding the warrant signed by the special emissary Roderick, it's also open to question. He perished during this incident, so I should take over the follow-up work."

The young man she called Leader Walker looked at her, raising his voice:

"Miss Mona, I'm sorry to inform you that you are just a regular investigator and do not have the qualifications to take over... Also, as the highest leader of Amber City's Shelter, all special emissaries like Roderick are dead, and yet you stand here unharmed. It's hard not to suspect whether you harbor any intentions of betrayal."

His tone then turned cold:

"Testify? You'd better come with us back to the Shelter to undergo interrogation first."

Mona narrowed her eyes and scanned her colleagues.

Chen Lun watched all this with interest. He was not afraid of these Shelter investigators. Apart from the leader who had reached Sequence Eight, the rest were mere mortals.

If he wanted to leave, these people couldn't stop him.

It was the people from the Moon Church standing by silently that were of interest; their stance was unknown. The middle-aged Bishop leading them should be a Mid Sequence Transcendent of Sequence Seven.

Chen Lun looked at Mona's back, knowing this famous official figure from his past life was not as simple as she appeared.

To firmly hold the high seat of the Shelter with a mortal's body, faith alone was not enough...

Her background was formidable.

Beep!

A light sound suddenly emitted from the shirt pocket on Walker's chest.

He frowned, then immediately took out a palm-sized notebook.

Upon opening it, his expression changed slightly.

"... Put the guns down."

Leader Walker said through gritted teeth.

The other investigators, not understanding why, still put down their flintlock guns.

"The Judge from Fossil City has transmitted orders. From now on, all matters related to Amber City's Shelter are to be handled by... Leader Mona."

Walker took a deep breath and handed the notebook to Mona.

Mona took it, skimmed the text appearing on the pages, but her face showed no joy. She asked an investigator for a pen and then quickly wrote in the notebook.

"Leader Mona, I apologize for any offense just now. Please pardon me."

Walker said with a stern face and a deep voice.

He wasn't so foolish as to not realize that the sudden promotion appointment from his superiors wasn't simple. The seemingly ordinary female investigator in front of him might have a profound connection with the Judge.

"Leader Walker, please take charge of the follow-up issues, and make it quick... especially in mitigating the negative impact of this incident."

Mona didn't respond to his words but ordered, raising her gaze.

She then handed back the notebook.

"I've completed communication with the Judge, and will report in detail about the entire course of the incident after returning..."

"Understood."

Walker, feeling Mona's evasion, sighed in relief, aware that she wouldn't hold him accountable.

"I've already contacted the Security Office. They will organize personnel to cordon off the scene, disperse the nearby crowd, and make proper arrangements..."

Having said that, he saw Mona nod and then led the investigators to disperse.

Chen Lun watched all this, knowing that his situation had temporarily stabilized. He did not have to worry about his daily activities being limited due to the warrant.

The higher-ups behind Mona offered timely help, which in a sense, was also helping him.

"Miss Mona, the Moonlight Grandmother watches over Amber, and we believers are willing to offer a helping hand,"

the middle-aged Bishop said at this time.

Mona gave him a prayer gesture of the Moon Church.

"Praise the Moonlight... Thank you for your trouble, Bishop Bosville. Please lead the monks to gather the bodies and arrange the upcoming funerals. It will probably be quite busy for some time to come,"

the middle-aged Bishop nodded.

"May the departed rest in peace; sending them back to the Moon is our duty."

He whispered a few words to the black-robed monks beside him, then they maintained their silence, began moving the rubble in the ruins, and looked for the buried bodies below.

They were orderly, swift, and skilled in their movements.

For some reason, Chen Lun, looking at this group, was always reminded of some memes from gaming forums in his previous life.

For example, some players would take screenshots of the Moon Church's black-robed monks' processions and then create memes with captions like "Here comes the funeral for your mom," "Professional team, ready for business," and "Lift the coffin, bury the dirt, a good-bye from each."

Soon, the bodies of the circus leader, Beckman, Roderick, and other guests were found. The spirituality of these three Mid Sequence Transcendents had been drained by the "Bone Gallery" and turned into corresponding oil paintings, which is why their bodies were fortunate to be preserved.

But the aftermath of the battle and the great fire made these bodies unrecognizable.

Chen Lun did not continue to stay there and disturb their work, taking Floey with him outside the Gallery.

"Mr. Jack, rest assured, I will urge the Shelter to restore your reputation and rescind the warrant as soon as possible. If there's anything, you can contact me through the public mailbox on First Street, with the postal code cipher being 705302X,"

Mona said softly when she came next to Chen Lun.

"I'm very thankful for your help, Miss Mona."
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"It's what I should do."

Chen Lun tipped his hat, made a bow, then put it back on his head and departed with Floey.

Mona watched the two of them leaving and sighed quietly to herself.

In the end, she had still accepted the help of her teacher...

Now recalling the words she had sworn to her teacher when she left the Royal Academy, she felt a bit embarrassed.

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Things started to ferment gradually.

Though the Shelter took action in a timely manner, sealing off Bradley Square and claiming an accidental explosion had occurred there requiring the area to be renovated and rebuilt,

and even went door to door, forcing the residents who had witnessed the extraordinary battle to sign non-disclosure agreements,

the rumors could not be stopped, especially among the elite circles.

The deaths of many significant figures in the Inner City District shocked and bewildered the elite. Unlike the previous incidents at Gaden Hotel and the assassination case of Councilman Daniel, this time it directly affected them.

Many old nobles petitioned jointly and took the issue to Fossil City. But when they expected the Empire to send people down for appeasement and compensation, they received only a simple warning letter.

Then the elite circle of Amber City plunged into silence.

Because Earl Bradley, the one with the loudest voice, was suddenly arrested for "endangering the security of the Empire," and all his property was confiscated. The Shelter even produced evidence proving his wife's involvement with the felon Beckman and his key role in it all.

A few informed people deeply understood that whether Earl Bradley was an accomplice no longer mattered; what mattered was that the Empire chose to suppress the incident.

If they continued to make a fuss, Earl Bradley's fate would be the best example.

Furthermore, as for the events that took place in the square that day, the black-winged, black-haired young man slowly became a legend of Amber City.

Awe and gratitude slowly took root in the hearts of the populace.

They called him the "Black Messenger," and some even began to worship him as an object of their faith.