Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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Actually, Slinger wasn't always so quiet or even a bit dull. When she was little, she liked to make a ruckus, but the bustling capital city lacked genuine human warmth, and her frequent self-talk often led to people talking about her behind her back.

Over time, she became a little dull and dazed. She would subconsciously reduce her thinking in front of others, and only when she was alone would she let her thoughts wander.

Perhaps the need for social interaction in the capital didn't bother her much, or perhaps she was fine being alone. In any case, she was never able to make up for this shortcoming, just like the ancient tree of dawn that had died long before she was born, its death process continuing peacefully for one or two decades.

Until Latis brought her a miracle, a miracle that brought the ancient tree back to life, and also brought her back to life.

The lively scene in her mind suddenly began to fill with life, but it was precisely because of that lively scene that she suddenly felt ashamed to let him know.

If Latis were to hear such random, sloppy, childlike ramblings, she would surely be so ashamed that she would lose her mind and blush.

This is fine as it is. This way, I can calmly state my thoughts, or I can pretend to accidentally mutter to myself, making him mistakenly think that I have revealed my secret thoughts.

Ah... well, it's true that it's a secret thought.

But the more secret things are still unspeakable.

In short, Latis could never guess the complex thoughts swirling in his mind. He couldn't so easily reveal his still-childish ideas.

Slinger looked down at the wide floor of the carriage. Even though she had casually stretched out her legs, which were covered in white stockings, she could only get slightly closer to Latis’s trousers, which clearly outlined the muscles in his legs.

"Why is this carriage so big...?"

She muttered something unconsciously, then suddenly gasped and her eyes widened in surprise.

Oops! Oops!

She was so engrossed in listening to Latis's voice that she forgot to control her subconscious reactions!

Isn't this sentence a bit too strange...?

Slinger looked up and, sure enough, Latis had stopped talking.

She couldn't help but clench her fist slightly, and felt a slight dampness in her palm against the rough texture of the lace gloves.

"Uh……"

Latis scratched his head, seemingly a little embarrassed. He coughed twice, stood up slightly, picked up the parasol from the seat next to Slinger, and then plopped down next to her.

"Haha..." He couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, which had been beaded with embarrassment. He glanced casually at the churches and tourists passing by outside the carriage window, and after a moment of silence in the gentle breeze blowing into the carriage, he muttered somewhat guiltily:

"It's still a bit hot this late summer... Little princess, am I alright sitting next to you?"

"Eh?"

Slinger turned to look at Latis's slightly flushed face, stared blankly for a few seconds, and couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle.

What? He would actually take such childish self-talk to heart?

"Why are you laughing all of a sudden... You're all sweaty, little princess!"

Latis's slightly sarcastic voice came from beside her ear. Slinger tried hard to suppress her laughter, shook her head, and let the strands of hair that had fallen down to her ears tickle her cheeks again.

With a slightly itchy smile in her heart, she put her legs together, held down her skirt, and in a very ladylike posture, placed her legs to the side, gently resting her white leather boots against Latis's large boots.

"So close..."

She muttered to herself unconsciously, then suddenly realized what she was doing, raised her flushed face, and smiled as she said:

"Please continue, Lord Latis, I'm listening very carefully—"

……

……

Katla opened the front window of the carriage, glanced past the driver's backside at the carriage smoothly speeding ahead, and, amidst the constant bouncing of the small carriage, couldn't help but ask loudly:

"Where have I ended up? Is this still Lundia? I don't even see any mage towers around here anymore? There's not even a proper trade route on this road! I've been jostled around like crazy!"

"In reply to Your Excellency, we have indeed left the outer border of Lundia."

The coachman glanced down at Carter, who was clinging to the car window with both hands, looking terrified as if he was about to be kidnapped. He felt a slight urge to laugh, but his reason told him that this guest was a nobleman from the capital, so he didn't actually laugh.

However, on the other hand, the carriage ahead was a large two-horse carriage, but he did not see the driver. The road continued eastward and gradually entered the primeval forest. Although there were some newly settled people nearby, the driver himself felt a slight sense of unease.

If we keep walking down this road... could it be that we're heading towards...?

"Damn it, where are they going?"

Carter couldn't help but complain. The bumpy roads in the countryside made his back and buttocks ache terribly, and he was also feeling rather lonely sitting alone in the carriage for so long...

"Sir, should I tell you or not..." The coachman hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly:

"This direction... I've had some colleagues take curious tourists along this route in the last couple of days. Maybe, possibly, probably... it's the route to Titania."

"……what?"

Carter was jolted awake. He peered at the driver through the car window, then took a step back and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

For some reason, the driver's seemingly impossible conjecture inexplicably made him feel apprehensive.

My gut feeling... something seems off?

No way……?

He swallowed hard, quickly dismissing the baseless speculation in his mind. He sat up and returned to his seat, pulled out a bottle of brandy from the dimensional gap, took a few big gulps, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Maybe it's just a shop on the street in Titania... Don't scare yourself...

Carter gripped the neck of the bottle, rested it on his lap, and nervously started shaking his leg.

He looked at the wine in the bottle, which was shaking with his movements, took a deep breath, took another swig, and then activated his magic to connect to the examiner's group chat beacon.

During work hours, there were quite a few people chatting in the group. Carter calmed himself down amidst the fake liveliness, didn't look back at the previous chat history, and went straight to typing his question.

[Mshatka: Colleagues, has anyone encountered a prospective nobleman with a very prosperous estate?]

There was a brief pause in the group chat before someone began answering his question.

[The Great Wilkins: No, this batch is probably all small-time stuff. Apart from a few brats who originally belonged to the capital, the other local gentry are all incredibly unsophisticated.]

[Sleepy Joe: I'm so tired of this inspection I'm yawning... I can't take it anymore... It's past 3 AM, I need to get some sleep.]

Carter took a deep breath, rubbed the bottle, gritted his teeth, and continued asking questions.

[Mshatka: I have a feeling... I might stumble upon a private enterprise beyond imagination...]

[Not a fence-sitter: You haven't arrived yet? Perhaps there aren't any teleportation arrays near where you're going? Then there probably aren't any noteworthy industries there either?]

[Limb Reattachment: Indeed, who knows, when we arrive at our destination and get off the carriage, we might find a strangely shaped monster in front of us, hahaha...]

[Goodnight Miss: LOL, they might just be a few unconventional country gentry stewards... I feel like you could probably apply to the legislature for early approval.]

[Mshatka: Advance approval... This is usually used for preliminary discussions to save time when the candidate's background is too weak or too strong... I think I might really need to apply for it.]

[Mshatka: ...]

[Mshatka: Because... I'm afraid... the "industry" I'm about to face is the city of Titania...]

Chapter 386 What a magnificent city of Titania!

Bang bang bang.

The council hall where Silver Hugh had once held his debates was now inexplicably filled with seven or eight nobles on this otherwise uneventful afternoon.

The full name of the parliament of the Kingdom of Norard is the "Noble Joint Conference on National Power and Law of the Kingdom of Norard". As can be seen from the name, this parliament is basically composed only of nobles and local lords, unlike the Western countries of Latis' previous life, which would symbolically give commoners some right to deliberation.

Fortunately, this is a world where individual power is paramount. For commoners, gaining power through the path of mages is far more reliable than begging for favors from nobles. Thanks to the efforts of mages throughout the kingdom, commoners are much more likely to be treated fairly than in Latis's previous life.

Of course, the downside of relying too much on mages is that the more barren the magic element, the fewer mages there are. The fewer mages there are, the more terrifying the oppression of the common people becomes. In some places where there are almost no mages, it may even be like a return to slavery, filled with oppression.

However, these matters had nothing to do with the nobles in the parliament. They were only responsible for examining local tax revenues, while matters concerning people's livelihoods were the responsibility of the local lords.

However, they hadn't gathered here to discuss these trivial matters. Instead, they had received some impromptu feedback from the examiners, and since they had nothing better to do, they decided to have a discussion.

"The examiners encountered some issues."

The vice-speaker, who had just tapped the table a few times with a strange expression on his face, coughed twice, picked up a sliced ​​sandwich from the birdcage-style afternoon tea stand in front of him, and said:

“Some people have encountered some shady businesses, some are unable to assess the value of the industry due to a lack of understanding of local specialties, and some have submitted their approval applications in advance while still on their way. I wonder what everyone here thinks?”

"Just follow the procedures, haha, do you think the examiner will be stumped by such a small thing?"

"The gray market doesn't matter, just increase their taxes."

"If they're all taxed, doesn't that make it a legal industry?"

"What more do you want from tax revenue? The emperor is far away, do you think we'd waste our time going to the local areas to completely ban it? That would be too radical!"

"What are they muttering about? They'll know the pain when the passing mage takes down their shady business."

"Tsk, mages are really a dangerous bunch..."

"The quality of this year's examiners is terrible; so many problems have arisen..."

The murmurs, tinged with disapproval, lasted for a minute or two, when suddenly a slightly high-pitched voice coughed loudly and said:

“Your Excellency, the examiners’ duty is to conduct the assessment as fairly as possible.”

The deputy speaker turned his head and saw a nobleman with a long, narrow face and a mustache. He stroked his slicked-back hair, elegantly took a sip of his tea, and continued:

"As for whether it is objective or factual, I don't think there are such strict requirements. The examiners are also human, and it is impossible for them to be knowledgeable in all aspects."

This nobleman belongs to the main faction in the capital, so his views can basically be considered the main voice in noble social circles. If he says this, it basically means that most nobles think the same way.

"Your Excellency Perrotta, what you said makes some sense." The Vice-Speaker nodded noncommittally, then turned to the others and asked:

"Do any of my colleagues have any opinions?"

He glanced around, then fixed his gaze on a burly man with a full beard. Seeing the man devouring afternoon tea snacks without even looking at him, the vice-speaker's face flashed with a hint of helpless disdain as he asked:

"Lord Hussein Duin, as a member of the clan of the renowned dragon knight Tina, you have always been highly regarded by the council. I wonder if you have any unique insights on this matter?"

The man called Husserl coughed twice, grabbed the teapot, and gulped down a large mouthful. After finishing it, he put down the teapot, wiped his mouth, glanced at his colleagues, and muttered:

"Damn it, what does the Duin family's business have to do with me? I'm not even familiar with them. The last time I saw my niece Tina was more than ten years ago... Wait, there's murderous intent. Is this attack aimed at me?"

He stroked his beard, recalled the conversation between the people in the arena, cracked his knuckles, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Everything should be done in the best interests of the capital. The examiners should consider what punishment they should receive if their poor professional skills cause losses to the capital."

"This..." The people in the room looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Why are you all silent?

Husserl clicked his tongue, rolled up his sleeves, raised an eyebrow, and continued: