Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Discontent was growing within the gang, with many questioning his leadership abilities.

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

　He chose to align himself with the city's mayor, becoming an executor of the mayor's will, the so-called "black glove."

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

　However, all of this comes at a price.

　Now that he had become the mayor's henchman, Mr. Flacquard was no longer in control of many things.

　That's the case this time.

　Mr. Flacquard's gang was tasked by the mayor to transport some special experimental equipment to a designated location.

　But when they arrived at the designated handover point, the gangsters transporting the experimental equipment discovered that the men who were supposed to receive the goods were all corpses.

　Seeing this, the captain leading the gang's henchmen made a quick decision to retreat with them.

　Unfortunately, by then it was too late to retreat.

　The roar of helicopters echoed in the sky, and a barrage of machine gun bullets rained down, tearing most of the gangsters to shreds.

　Those henchmen who managed to escape the first round of machine gun fire were powerless to resist the relentless attack by the special forces that followed, and were ultimately slaughtered.

　After learning about the changes that had occurred at the transaction site through a specially made walkie-talkie, Mr. Flacquard knew that something big was about to happen.

　Sure enough, when he reported the matter to his patron—the mayor of the small town—the mayor promptly hung up the phone.

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

　Knowing he was powerless to resist, Mr. Flacquard silently accepted his fate and surrendered.

　He was then brought before the mayor.

　In a tense conversation, Mr. Flacquard gradually understood the mayor's intentions.

　The mayor demanded that he take responsibility for illegally trafficking Honkai energy experimental equipment, making him a scapegoat for the entire incident.

　It was only at this point that Mr. Flacquard realized what he was actually transporting.

　This demand was a bolt from the blue for Mr. Flacquard, but he knew he was powerless to challenge the mayor's authority.

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

　Even with such a request, the mayor flatly refused.

　The arrogant bureaucrat coldly rejected his request, even stating bluntly that he and his wife must die to ensure the complete elimination of all leads.

　Upon hearing this news, Mr. Flacquard was filled with endless grief and anger.

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

　"Think about it carefully for your child's sake. I remember his name is Moros, a bright and clever little fellow..."

　These words tore at Mr. Flacquard's heart, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

　Finally, after being promised that Morros would be allowed to leave the city with a considerable fortune, Mr. Flacquard compromised.

　"I'm sorry, Emma, ​​I'm so sorry..."

　Seeing her husband weeping bitterly before her, Emma did not reprimand him. She simply embraced Mr. Flacquet gently, trying to offer him some comfort.

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

　Once Mr. Flacter, who had been emotionally distraught, had calmed down a little,

　Emma immediately asked the question that concerned her most.

　"I also left a copy of the information. If Little Morros fails to reach the safe house I arranged in Changkong City, this information will appear before the investigation team investigating the smuggling of Honkai energy experimental equipment. To protect himself, the mayor will keep his promise."

　"That's good. As long as little Moros can escape, our sacrifice will not have been in vain."

　Emma's words brought tears to Mr. Flacquard's eyes again.

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

Chapter 14 Behind the Scenes and First Encounter with Alicia

　As Mr. Flacquard recounts his past to Emma, ​​a deal is quietly being made in the mayor's office of this nameless town in this post-civilization era.

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

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

　After communicating with his powerful backer, he finally managed to extricate himself from the incident.

　This is not the era after the Third Honkai Impact. In this era before the First Great Honkai Impact even occurred, any research involving Honkai energy is considered extremely advanced.

　Yang was ultimately just a politician serving as mayor of this remote little city; how could he possibly have access to such high-level research?

　It is precisely because he is now taking the blame for someone else that the forces behind Yang are willing to step in to protect him.

　Whether in modern or pre-modern civilizations, the principle that a group becomes difficult to lead once its members' hearts are scattered is universal.

　He opened the drawer, took out a notebook, and began to organize the details of the transaction and the follow-up plan.

　Amidst the rustling sound of writing, Yang's thoughts gradually became clearer.

　While writing, he began to think about how to deal with the investigation team's problems.

　After a pause, Yang wrote something in his notebook.

　The investigation team...

　He pondered for a moment, then continued writing.

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

　After turning two or three pages of the notebook, Yang's brows gradually relaxed, and his original anxiety and worry disappeared.

　Yang carefully put the notebook into the drawer and slowly stood up.

　He strode towards the office's huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing intently at the city's night view.

　As night falls, the city lights gradually illuminate the once tranquil town.

　During his ten years as mayor, he dedicated himself to governing the city diligently and made tremendous efforts for its prosperity and progress.

　However, he knew 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 turmoil is no easy task, and even with the backing of powerful figures, Yang's political future is essentially over.

　But I'm so unwilling to accept this!

　After a while, Yang turned around and went back to his desk, picking up another phone.

　"Hello, it's me... Everything's arranged on the ship... We'll deal with this during the voyage..."

　Yang is a seasoned politician with many years of experience in politics. How could he not know the necessity of eliminating the root of the problem?

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

　When their owner needs them, dogs should naturally give everything without hesitation.

　If the dog hesitates during this process, it is a betrayal of him.

　Traitors, on the other hand, are not worthy of pity.

　Therefore, he did not hesitate to give orders to his subordinates, demanding that they eliminate the threat completely and leave no future troubles.

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

　Moros was still completely unaware of the approaching storm.

　Although he had become a being of the Exemplary level, Moros, who had never been exposed to politics, could not possibly know the end that Emma and Mr. Flacquard were about to face without the information he had.

　As the butler saw him off, Moros boarded the passenger ship bound for Dusk Harbor.

　The small town where he lived was not on the coast. If he wanted to go to Changkong City, which was located in the Far Eastern Islands, Moros would first have to take an inland river passenger ship to Twilight Port and then transfer to a cruise ship to Changkong City.

　The passenger ship sailed slowly on the river, and the scenery on both banks gradually receded into the distance.

　Moros leaned against the gunwale, gazing at the shimmering river under the night sky, lost in thought.

　Even as a time traveler, facing sudden environmental changes, needing to leave one's parents, and traveling with bodyguards to a city only heard about in the news to study, one can't help but feel confused and uneasy.

　Just then, gentle music, like a breeze, broke through the surrounding noise and reached Moros's ears.

　It was a melodious tune, beautiful and seemingly possessing a magical power that gradually calmed Moros's mood.

　Are there any other shows like this on board?

　Moros became curious and decided to find out for himself.

　Accompanied by two bodyguards, he followed the music to the deck of the passenger ship.

　Performing for money...

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

　Having satisfied his curiosity, he didn't bother squeezing into the crowd to see who was performing.

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

　As the melodious music played, Moros closed his eyes, letting the notes flow through his ears and cleanse his soul.

　He stopped thinking about the uncertainty and unknown future, and simply enjoyed the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

　When the music ended, Moros opened his eyes again.

　"Wow, thank you so much for your support, everyone..."

　The crisp, melodious sound of coins clashing together rang out among the crowd.

　That tone? That voice?!

　As if suddenly realizing something, Moros abruptly sat up straight.

　"Master?"

　Hearing the bodyguard's question, Moros didn't say much. He simply waved his hand, signaling the two to follow, and then went to the back of the crowd.

　His gaze swept through the crowd and landed on a pink-haired little girl wearing a black cloak.

　In front of her was a hat lying on the ground, which was now piled full of coins and banknotes.

　Clearly, the performance just now was a great success for this adorable little guy.

　It really is you, Alicia!

　Moros watched quietly as the little girl in the distance said goodbye to the audience, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

　In his previous life, he was a veteran captain. How could Moros not recognize the extremely charming Alicia?

　So, the Vostok 51 incident is over...

　While thinking about these random things, Moros walked forward.

　Moros took out his wallet, pulled out a large denomination Mu Continent banknote, and placed it in the hat in front of Alicia.

　This move did not cause much of a stir.

　After all, Alicia's performance was indeed commendable, and Moros wasn't the only one who donated his wallet to her.

　"Okay, that's enough..."

　After waving her hands repeatedly to indicate that the audience did not need to spend any more money, Alicia squatted down and began to pack up her performance props.

　It was obvious that her performance was over.

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

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Chapter 15 Encounter and Assassin

　Soon, the surrounding crowd dispersed like a tide, leaving only Alicia, Morros, and the two bodyguards behind him.

　"Is there anything else this audience member needs?"

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

　"It's nothing, I just thought the piece you just played was very nice, so I wanted to get to know you."

　Meeting her gaze, Moros smiled and responded, trying to make his tone sound natural.