No one expected that the most attention-grabbing part of Ethan’s film premiere was not Princess Aine Beize.
Even though Aine Beize did appear at the end, everyone’s eyes were already drawn to another person — Herlosh.
His remarks on grassroots investigation shook the entire audience.
In fact, deep down in the heart of every journalist, there is inevitably so sympathy that cannot be concealed.
Even as their subsequent careers might be eroded by money, power, and various other things, when they see a person wholly committed to an area they dare not tread, they still feel admiration.
Even if this person has now almost sunk alongside them.
Everyone still knows clearly who is in charge of the Kingdom Deep Observation Report.
But that hardly dims the radiance of Herlosh.
Ethan’s film premiere succeeded in a very unconventional way.
It was even because of Herlosh that everyone felt that what Ethan said might really be true — that his father was indeed helping the lower-level new immigrants?
Just as the press conference ended and reporters were ready to write new reports, another explosive piece of news caught their attention.
Johnny Blackbird had arrived.
He had indeed returned.
As he had said in the letters he sent to the major newspapers.
This ti he didn’t target a bank; he pointed his gun at a forr cabinet mber, industrial magnate, Angus Tallon.
This industrial magnate with a bad reputation was shot dead by Johnny Blackbird on his way back from inspecting his factory. The thod was identical to when he assassinated Eldest Prince Havenius, even leaving behind a jet-black bird beak insignia at the scene, as if to prove sothing.
Undoubtedly, this was highly explosive news.
Johnny Blackbird had changed his modus operandi, no longer targeting banks and top figures; he focused on second-tier individuals, who, obviously, had significant blemishes.
This was a highly targeted retributive killing.
Once such an incident occurred, those with statuses comparable to Angus, or even higher, might all begin to panic.
After all, at this level, claiming to be completely clean is simply impossible.
No one knows who Johnny Blackbird will target next.
That’s a maniac who dared to assassinate even the Eldest Prince.
anwhile, as if sensing sothing, unwilling to let Johnny Blackbird and Ethan steal the spotlight.
In the Port District.
The Sea God Church also stirred into action.
To be precise, it was Maurice.
He once again led people to attack the Golden Coast Tavern.
This was an attack with great symbolic aning, because the source of everything in the Port District was the Golden Coast Tavern.
It all started when Maurice killed Shark Jensen.
This new attack by Maurice seed to announce that the Sea God Church would never forget.
Afterwards, Heisenberg personally arrived with his people.
Yet Maurice didn’t leave; he stayed in the Golden Coast Tavern, facing a crowd of Sea King Lockeby’s n with not a trace of fear, only a martyr-like sacred expression on his face.
When he saw Heisenberg, he rely smiled and said, "This is all God’s will, arrest if you must, they are innocent, rely following ."
This incident still has room for maneuver, at least Maurice didn’t kill anyone.
Heisenberg frowned as he approached, saying, "Sir Maurice, I thought we had reached a consensus — that the culprit was ours to find. What are you doing today?"
"Sir Heisenberg, it was I who reached a consensus with you, not the Goddess. Ti waits for no one; perhaps the Goddess is anxious, She has issued a divine oracle."
Maurice’s expression grew ever more holy and solemn.
At the sa ti, he genuinely enjoyed such monts — ’sir’, oh, ’sir’, when once it was a term he could only use for others.
Now, others had to use it for him.
He had beco enamored with this feeling.
As for whether the voice he heard in the void was that of the Goddess, it no longer mattered; even if it wasn’t, it had to be.
He even hoped those around him would tear him apart directly, that way his saintly na would be fully realized.
"Five days’ ti, only one has passed. I assure you; I will give you an explanation by then, and also an explanation to the Goddess."
Heisenberg looked directly at him.
Unless necessary, Heisenberg truly didn’t want to do anything to this person in front of him. He could sense that this person had beco a complete religious zealot.
ssing with such a person brings no benefit.
But if this guy truly wanted to go mad to the end, then Heisenberg had no choice but to arrest him first.
"Alright, Sir Heisenberg, then I will consult with the Goddess and ask you to make haste."
After a mont of silence, Maurice nodded.
In his heart, he yearned to establish a saintly na, but at the sa ti, he hesitated to give up his current status and power, which he had only recently obtained.
Wait a little longer.
There’s still ti.
He left with his people.
The anger among Sea King Lockeby’s n grew.
But with Heisenberg present, they couldn’t do anything.
Watching Maurice depart with his people, Heisenberg couldn’t help but sigh lightly.
Actually, there was a very simple solution to this matter, which was to send an unlucky soul to kill Maurice, then hand over that unlucky soul.
In fact, the Sea God Church had already hinted at this.
Maurice was the one causing chaos; no one wanted him alive anymore.
Otherwise, for such a big issue, they wouldn’t have let a High Priest candidate handle it.
Once Maurice was dead, then the matter could proceed slowly. Eventually, everyone would forget.
Unfortunately, Heisenberg wasn’t that kind of person.
This was why he loathed this job. Compared to the Royal Capital, this arena of beasts, he preferred the vast lands of the Kingdom.
Though different pollution posed different dangers, they were pure dangers, allowing for unrestrained recklessness.
The Royal Capital was completely different.
There was too much to consider.
Heisenberg glanced at Johnny, shrinking behind him, who seed to understand sothing and quickly lowered his head, as if not wanting to be chosen.
Heisenberg then glanced at his confidant, Hank.
In the end, he chose...
Hank.
"Hank, take people to handle this place, maintain order, and don’t let any more mistakes happen."
"Yes, boss."
Hank nodded.
"Johnny, go to the North District and take care of Johnny Blackbird’s matter."
"Yes, sir."
Johnny felt a weight lift off him, knowing he had escaped a disaster.
Heisenberg looked at the ti; it was already afternoon. It seed about to rain again. He decided to go et soone.
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