The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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After Bancroft finished speaking, he ignored Hibbett and left.

Hibbert didn't try to stop him, because he had already achieved his goal; he hadn't expected to get a ground angel to personally capture an ordinary girl.

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Chapter Sixty-Two: Mr. Moses

I-Zero City.

The moon hid among the clouds, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The wind was as strong as ever tonight, whistling incessantly like the continuous breathing of a giant beast.

In the dark alley, a slender figure hurried along in the shadow of the eaves.

This was an ordinary-looking girl with long, slightly wavy, light yellow hair and a few freckles on her wheat-colored face.

She wore a long black shirt with round-leg trousers and a black women's belt around her waist. In the quiet night, the clatter of her leather boots on the bluestone pavement was particularly noticeable.

This girl is Helena, who modified her appearance using "optimization" skills.

Her mission with the Axe Gang was to meet a man named Moses Jordan and bring him back to the Axe Gang's underground base. The reward was a full ten thousand floating pesos, and the gang had already paid Helena five thousand in advance.

Just making a contact and showing the way, and you get paid 10,000 floating coins? Where in the world is there such a good thing? Helena certainly didn't believe it.

But she had no choice; she was short of money, so she had to take the risk.

The saying "high risk, high reward" is not without reason; wealth and danger always coexist.

"Whoo~"

Helena took a breath and stopped walking.

There was a dilapidated, abandoned mud-walled house nearby, and next to it was an overturned garbage can. The stench of garbage was dumped on the alleyway; it was disgusting to look at, let alone smell it.

Helena took out her pocket watch and, by the faint moonlight, checked the time.

At 23:57 PM, there were still three minutes to go before the agreed-upon rendezvous time.

According to the information Helena had, Mr. Moses should be considered a righteous and good person.

He is the deputy chief of staff of the Finance Department of Izero City. Just one day ago, he reported a large number of government officials in Izero City, including the mayor and deputy mayor. The Guberlan government, led by Leon, took the matter very seriously, which led to the current political situation in Izero City being in extreme chaos.

It must have taken immense courage to write such a high-impact whistleblower letter.

If everything Moses reported is true, then he was speaking out for millions of victims, which should make him a hero, right?

But why would the Axe Gang protect him?

Logically speaking, a hero like him shouldn't be hanging out with that bunch of trash from the Axe Gang.

Perhaps it was because someone gave the Axe Gang a large sum of money to protect Moses, since gangs have always been mercenary.

While Helena's thoughts were wandering, three minutes quickly passed.

But the person Helena was waiting for never came.

Why haven't you come yet?

Could something have happened?

Helena rubbed her hands anxiously. Standing in the cold wind of the city of Yiling in the middle of the night, wearing only a thin shirt, she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't cold.

Just wait a little longer...

She thought to herself that things were probably getting worse.

Time ticked by, and Helena had no idea what to do. When she accepted the mission, the mission provider hadn't told her what to do if she couldn't find the person.

Why don't we just leave? Don't wait up for us.

Helena had this thought many times, but in the end she chose to wait.

Finally, at 12:19 a.m., a figure appeared at the other end of the alley.

It looked like a man, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a top hat and a black nylon suit jacket, half of which was bright red. Helena knew that was the color of blood.

The man moved very slowly, his body hunched over, and his gait looked extremely awkward, as if every step was exceptionally difficult.

Helena was still unaware of his identity and did not act rashly. Instead, she cautiously reached for the hilt of the silver blade at her waist.

The man also noticed Helena. He hesitated for a moment before finally moving towards her.

As he approached, Helena finally understood why he walked so awkwardly—a gleaming dagger was stuck in his right chest, seemingly extending all the way into his back, and both his hands were gripping the hilt of the dagger to keep it steady.

"Mr. Moses?"

Helena tentatively began to speak.

"You are... someone sent by the Axe Gang?"

Moses looked up at Helena, a hint of surprise on his pale face. He had expected a burly man to come to their aid, but instead, a thin little girl had arrived.

"Sir, are you alright? Let me take you to the Axe Gang's base; they can treat you there."

Moses spoke with great difficulty, and Helena felt as if he was using all his strength to utter each word.

However, Helena dared not "heal" him, because doing so would expose her identity, and she would also feel his pain, which would weaken her.

If she were to become weak, and if Moses were to turn out to be a hypocritical and petty person like those people in the palace, then she herself would be doomed.

"No need, I probably won't be able to hold on until then, I won't have the strength to walk anymore."

Moses gave a wry smile. "Can we have a brief chat?"

"okay."

Moses was an extraordinary being, but not a demigod, because Helena could sense that Moses' spirituality was rapidly dissipating. The fact that he could still speak so fluently at this moment was like a final burst of energy before death.

"Young lady, you must be at most twenty-five or twenty-six, right?"

Moses asked, “I know it’s very impolite to talk about age with a girl, but it’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

What?! I'm only 19!

Do I look that old?

Ah... that's right, I don't seem to be the same person I was before.

"Yes, I'm 26."

Helena followed Moses' path.

“I have a younger sister who is a year younger than you and works in the library at Guberland University.”

Moses smiled and said, "If... you ever pass through Guberlan in the future, please tell her for me that I'm going to the distant Dragon Kingdom's icy plains for a long-term mission, and I probably won't be able to come home for the annual festivals anymore. Tell her to... to take good care of herself."

As he spoke, Moses' eyes trembled violently, as if they might close forever at any moment, and his dry lips were already stained crimson with blood.

"Her name is... her name is... Dai... Li... cough cough."

As Moses finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground, too weak to stand.

Helena could sense that his spirituality, like his life force, was just a hair's breadth away from completely collapsing.

“Mr. Moses, you should say those things to Daly yourself. I should be able to hold out for you until we get back to the Axe Gang base.”

Holy light gathered in Helena's hands.

"You...you're a pastor!"

Moses, on his deathbed, was startled awake.

He felt so excited he wanted to cry.

Generally speaking, if someone with a constitution of Gold level or above is an extraordinary individual, and their right chest is pierced by a sharp blade, but only their right lung tissue is damaged, they will usually survive if they receive timely treatment before they die completely.

Judging from Moses' spiritual strength, although we don't know what his profession is, we can tell that his strength is at least Platinum 3 stars or higher.

It's impossible to use her innate skill to instantly restore Moses, and Helena doesn't need to take that risk.

Because using only the priest's acquired healing abilities would actually be enough to save Moses' life, at least enough to keep him alive until he reached the Axe Gang's base for further treatment.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Arrival in Izero City

Talking about the pain of airsickness...

After taking the last two pills of the medicine given by Hazel, Leon fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious when Hawkeye woke him up.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up! We've arrived in Illidan City."

Hawkeye called softly.

"arrive?"

Leon was still a little dazed. His gaze unconsciously drifted to the hatch exit, which was now open, and fresh air was pouring into the airship.

"Yes, we've arrived."

Hawkeye replied.

"Okay."

Leon pushed off the coat that Hawkeye had probably put on him while he was asleep and ran towards the door like the wind.

Leon quickly left the cabin and stood on the steps leading from the airship to the ground, letting the wind tousle his blond hair.

Greedily breathing in the fresh air, Leon felt his discomfort rapidly subside and he felt fully rejuvenated.

"Your Highness."

At this time, the other three members of the Criminal Investigation Committee, along with their assistants who had come with them, had already gathered in the open space.

Upon seeing Leon emerge from the cabin, they quickly formed two rows and bowed slightly to him.

The three members who came with Leon were the Chief Prosecutor, Marquis Bennett Lowell, and two other prosecutors, Todd Ferdinand and Arlin Bauer.

Of the three, Bennett was the most prominent, a marquess of the same rank as Gavin. The other two were viscounts, essentially Bennett's underlings.

"We weren't notified in advance, so why isn't anyone from the city government here to greet us?"

After looking around, Leon spoke with a puzzled expression.

"Your Highness, Yiling City is located in the lowest-tier city of the Empire. The city is not large and does not have a large-scale airfield like Guberlan. Airships cannot land normally in the city. In order not to damage the grassland, we have chosen a landing point on the stone ground ten kilometers away from Yiling City."

Hawkeye replied.

"Is that so—well, how about we get to Yiling City?"

After thinking about it, Leon realized that he had indeed been inconsiderate.

Izero City is a border city, separated from Snow City by a high mountain range, making trade extremely difficult. Therefore, their livestock products are mostly transported to the south, but that is also troublesome. So, in short, Izero City is very poor.

“There aren’t many of us. It’s only about ten kilometers away. We can go on horseback, or we can wait for the government’s horse-drawn carriage to pick us up.”

Hawkeye replied.

"Then let's go on horseback."

Leon smiled slightly, his interest piqued.

After tidying up, the group walked about half a kilometer before finding a tent. They rented several fast horses from the herdsmen inside the tent for tens of thousands of dollars, and then, led by the herdsmen, they galloped towards Yiling City.

Hawkeye had suggested he ride with Leon, but Leon refused. So Leon rode alone on horseback.

In modern Earth, due to poverty, Leon hadn't been able to leave the Stinky Tofu Market for twenty years, let alone ride a horse. He had never even seen a horse in real life!

However, the original owner had seen that the empire's elite education required him to learn horseback riding and archery.

At first, Leon was a little apprehensive when facing the tall horse, but he quickly got the hang of it thanks to the original owner's muscle memory.

Riding a fine horse across the grasslands was a scene that Leon and one of his good friends often fantasized about. Now, this scene has become a reality for Leon, although it is not a top-quality horse. However, it doesn't matter much; at least the experience is similar.

As for my brother... if a few days have passed here, and a few days have passed in the Great Foodie Kingdom, then he's probably still in his university dorm, hiding under the covers asking his friends in the group chat for some erotic pictures.

On the bumpy horseback, countless green hues rushed past him, and a cold wind whipped against Leon's body, the coolness making him feel refreshed.

This is so exhilarating! Leon only had one thought in his mind: "Faster! Faster!"

Happy times always seem so short.

Ten kilometers is neither a long nor a short distance; at least in terms of a horse's speed, it's just a matter of minutes.