I'm really not an old sword

Gray raised her little head and asked in a puzzled voice, "Good news?"

"of course."

"But if Jack the Ripper doesn't come out, Mr. Lin, you will definitely be regarded as a murderer!"

"We are magicians, why should we consider things from the perspective of ordinary people?"

Lin Qingsu asked back, looking at Gray's puzzled expression.

"Let me ask you, um, you've seen your teacher play games, right? What would you do if you had the absolute power to crush a monster while your teacher was playing?"

Gray tilted her head, wrinkled her nose, and tried to recall what her teacher looked like when he played games. After a while, she whispered uncertainly.

"Fight all the way there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gray's eyes lit up: "You mean the other party is weaker than us, so they use this method?"

"of course."

Actually, it’s not necessarily the case. It’s also possible that the other person is the type of clown who doesn’t care about results but just wants to have fun.

Of course, if you consider the conditions with almost no probability, there are too many tiny possibilities that can be imagined, so Lin Qingsu doesn't consider it. If it is the case, he will accept it.

"That being said, our primary concern now is to address public opinion."

Now it's not just the suspect Lin Qingsu himself who is restricted.

Although their freedom of life was not restricted, they were already considered to be Lin Qingsu's accomplices and hated by the people of London. Not to mention finding someone, if it weren't for the kindness of the landlady, they would have been homeless and driven out of London and even Britain long ago.

Weber said helplessly, "Otherwise, before we even find the other party, we will be forced into a desperate situation by the millions of people in London."

......

Meanwhile, London Church.

The middle-aged priest who had just finished worshipping the believers was about to end his morning work.

"and many more."

Just as he was about to close the door, a hand suddenly rested on the door and the priest let go.

The man walked in. He was a very elegant young man. "Father, I have a question. I wonder if you can help me answer it."

"Guiding the lost lambs is the responsibility given to me by the Lord." The middle-aged priest said kindly.

Just as the two of them sat down, a man with black and white hair appeared out of nowhere behind the priest, but both of them seemed unaware.

"Father, I am very disappointed in you."

The young man's smile suddenly faded and he sighed.

"I didn't expect you to be defeated by such a fellow. It was a waste of Leif's efforts to revive you."

"This was indeed my mistake." Kotomine Kirei's expression remained unchanged. "But who would have thought that he would be the king?"

The famous King Arthur actually transformed himself into a modern Oriental man.

The knight, who was always known for his noble character, actually had an affair with another wife. And the cursed Valkyrie actually abandoned her original lover and followed another man after only a few days of getting along.

After thinking it through, Kotomine Kirei felt that his defeat was not unfair.

Who can fight in this situation?

I had a good plan at first. I would summon Sigurd and then have a master summon Brunhilde. Then I would rely on Sigurd to win over Brunhilde and then I would trick the little girl. Then I would have a great hero and a Valkyrie as my own possession. It would be easy to complete the ritual.

Who would have thought that a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear, who was just having an affair with Brunhilde, and had actually met him before!

The young man smiled at this and didn't pursue the matter. Instead, he said with interest, "What would Leif's expression be if he knew that the prey he'd been longing for was given to me by accident? I really want to see it."

The shouts of people marching and demonstrating seemed to be heard from far away outside the door.

After listening attentively for a while, Kotomine Kirei smiled and said, "As expected of a demon god who can control emotions, he has forced them into a desperate situation so easily."

"Desperate situation?"

The young man smiled and said, "How do you think they will react?"

"Under the current circumstances, there's nothing more to do than kill, fake death, or escape."

"Yes, all suspicion points to him. As long as Jack the Ripper doesn't show up, he will be the murderer. After a long time, even if there is no evidence, I will be forced to issue a warrant for his arrest."

The young man sighed: "So, there are only these three possibilities."

"The first option is to kill millions of people in London. Then not only will no one blame them, but we will also have nowhere to hide."

Kotomine Kirei said, "Unfortunately, except for the girl from Linglongguan family, no one among them dared to do such a thing."

"Our Holy Sword Master dares, but he wouldn't dare do it in front of those women," the young man added, sighing, "So, women! Do you think I should have a proper talk with our Holy Sword Master? After all, my power does have 'emotions,' so maybe I can help him."

Kotomine Kirei ignored him. "If you fake your own death and wait until he disappears from public view, you can continue to release Jack the Ripper. Even if people can't find him, they'll point the finger at his companions. They're struggling in London, so finding us is a fantasy."

"As for escaping, we can just pretend he's dead and continue our ritual."

The young man looked into the depths of the chapel with interest.

The suffering saint was nailed to the cross, and his holy expression seemed to hide a wail of pain.

The young man couldn't help but let out a mocking smile. "So, a noble knight is accused by innocent people. What will he do?"

......

“Why should we care what they think of us?”

He crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the fireplace. As the flames burned, the paper covered in red hatred turned into ashes and disappeared.

"Just flip the table over."

"Overturn the table?" Weber was stunned.

"Yes, overturn the table."

Lin Qingsu walked to the window, looked at the excited crowd below, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"The weak can only persuade the strong by reasoning, while the strong can only persuade the weak by reasoning..."

"Go, Mordred."

"Let them see what real power is. Let them understand who has the strongest fist. Let them know who this city should listen to."

Chapter 32: The Demon God's Gift

Although Lin Qingsu always scolded her own son Mordred for being a rebellious son, it turned out that he was the one who understood her best.

While others were still wondering what Lin Qingsu meant, Mordred had already put on his armor and jumped out with a grin.

"As you command, Father."

A few seconds later, the streets were filled with the sounds of people screaming, cursing, and bodies being blown away.

'Boom! '

"Retreat a little."

Under the warm golden sun, the red light wrapped around electric arcs blocked out the sky.

'boom! ’

A deep pit about tens of meters long appeared on the street east of Baker Street.

The people's curses and screams stopped abruptly.

The surviving troublemakers looked at the electric current lingering in the deep pit and at Mordred standing in the middle of the street with a grin on his face and a magic sword in his hand. They swallowed their saliva but could not even muster the courage to escape.

"You should understand something."

The man who had been scolded by them for several days finally walked out of the apartment.

With an elegant smile, he walked to a middle-aged man who was lying at Mordred's feet and shivering, looked at him for a while, then raised his head and looked at the people who were kneeling or lying around with a smile.

"I want you to die, and no one can stop me."

......

Editorial Department, second floor, Central News Agency.

"Victor, our Central News Agency is an official news agency. We focus on the authenticity of news."

"Shocked, Jack the Ripper was actually...?"

The elderly editor-in-chief frowned and slapped the manuscript sent by the young editor: "What's the difference between this unconfirmed news and those gossips?"

"Editor-in-Chief, I guarantee that as long as this news is published, the sales of this issue of the newspaper will increase significantly!"

"What about the Queen's accountability then?"

"No matter who they are, results are more important," Victor said confidently. "Also, I never said in the article that it was confirmed that the Oriental man was Jack the Ripper. I only said 'almost confirmed,' 'various signs indicate,' and 'inference.' Even if the verdict is overturned, it will have nothing to do with the authorities."

The old man frowned, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of Victor's words.

Victor continued, "Our newspaper's sales haven't been as good as those of other gossip agencies in recent months. This is a crucial battle for us to turn things around!"

Hearing this, the old man's brows gradually relaxed, his expression became uncertain, and finally he sighed.

"it is good..."

'boom! ’

The walls adjacent to the street collapsed as if hit by a cannonball.

"Excuse me, is this the newspaper office?"

A figure appeared out of thin air on the ruins as if time and space had been transformed.

Victor looked at the man in horror.

As for the old man, he had fainted in the explosion just now.

An oriental face, with black hair and black eyes, standing with his back to the morning light, bathed in the golden light with a warm smile.

"Who are you?" Victor asked in a trembling voice.

"Me." The man thought for a moment, then smiled and pointed at the document blown to the ground by the strong wind. "I am the Oriental man you mentioned."

"Jack the Ripper?!"

Victor shouted and looked at Lin Qingsu in horror.

Could it be that after the truth was revealed, he was so angry that he wanted to start a killing spree?

Victor suddenly regretted writing an article about Jack the Ripper just to meet his deadline. He'd originally thought that Jack the Ripper only killed women, so it had nothing to do with him. But...

"Don't worry, I just came to ask you a few quick questions."

"You said so, and I will tell you everything I know!"

Seeing Victor nodding and bowing respectfully, Lin Qingsu couldn't help but smile: "It's not a big deal."

"Has a middle-aged priest with dull eyes appeared in any London church in recent days?"

"Are you talking about Father Kotomine?"

"Oh?"

"He's a priest at a church in London's East End. Coincidentally, he suddenly became a priest at an East End church just a few days after you were appointed. He's a very good person. Since he took office, more people have been coming to the church to pray, especially women, who have increased several times."

Lin Qingsu didn't expect that Kotomine Kirei would actually dare to show up so blatantly.

But when I think about the situation I've been in these days, I feel relieved.

In the past few days, not only was he unable to leave due to the travel restriction order, but even Weber and others were more or less restricted. They were treated as currency by him, the "Jack the Ripper". If they went out, they would inevitably be met with cold stares and verbal abuse, and it was completely impossible to get any information.

"It seems that in their eyes, I am a kind person who treats others with kindness... Well, no, I am a good person."

Victor looked at Lin Qingsu in horror, whose smile became increasingly warm.

Why haven't those idiots from Scotland Yard arrived yet?!

They're always taking bribes, but when they're really needed, they're the slowest to show up. If I could survive today, I'd definitely...

"Don't move! Put down your weapons!"

Suddenly, there was a lot of footsteps on the street.