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Chapter 148: Chapter 142: Development and Consecution “Employee” (Vote for monthly ticket!)

Fein City’s Patrol Bureau was officially renamed Fein City Police Department, and all the members of the patrols were also renamed and henceforth became the police officers of Fein City.

The newly established Police Department had just arrested a group of smugglers who had been illegally trading in valuable contraband goods without ever paying taxes. After being reported by their peers, they were severely beaten by the police and thrown into jail.

“Police Chief, sir, good day! The most stubborn one among them has been beaten to death, and there’s only one woman left. What would you like us to do with her?”

In the gloomy and dim cells of Fein City Police Department, two officers saluted the newly appointed Police Chief Mormir, feeling somewhat guilty about the death caused by their actions.

“I understand,” Mormir said.

Dressed in his police uniform, Mormir nodded calmly. He didn’t care about his subordinates killing a prisoner and walked into the cell with an expressionless face.

He gestured for the two officers to leave and immediately heard the furious cursing of a woman.

“Trash! Lapdogs! You scum bred by nobles know nothing but to bully us, the poor! You have no sense of morality or shame!”

“I despise the gods! Because they shelter you filthy swine, you are all so stupid and nauseating!”

This was a woman in her thirties, not at all beautiful, but her eyes were full of fiery anger.

Mormir, not at all angry, squatted down in front of her and slowly reached out to grab the woman’s chin, looking down at her from above.

“I know your name is Susan. You hate the gods?”

The woman named Susan was stunned for a moment and finally said coldly, “Yes, I loathe those disgusting deities!”

Mormir smiled faintly, knowing she wasn’t deceiving him, and said slowly,

“I can free you from jail, but you must work for me. What do you say, Miss Susan? This is an important opportunity. You can make a choice.”

“But I can’t give you much time to consider, only ten seconds, ten, nine…”

In the dimly lit jail, Mormir’s voice had a peculiar magnetism, giving the impression that he could control everything in his hands.

This ruthless Police Chief had cruelly killed many prisoners, and all who knew him feared him greatly. The woman, who had just been calm and angry, trembled as she looked to the other side.

In the corner hung a smuggler who had been beaten to death. She took a deep breath and finally nodded her head.

“I agree, Mr. Police Chief, I am willing to serve you!”

“Very well,” Mormir said with a light nod, then he took out a dose of medication from his chest and forced it into Susan’s mouth.

“Cough cough, cough!”

Susan felt as if flames were bursting from inside her, coughing for a long time until tears came out.

She heard Police Chief Mormir say calmly,

“From now on, you belong to me, but you must remember, never inquire about things you shouldn’t.”

After saying that, Mormir turned around and left.

The second generation Daybreakers had left the Fischer family for several years, and among them, Yeager, who had the best affinity with the God Pantheon stairway, had successfully reached the “Duelist” rank.

Over the years, the four Daybreakers received new instructions from the Fischer family again and again.

His Excellency Byrne remotely commanded them to further infiltrate and even recruit new subordinates in their respective domains.

The subordinates were unaware of the existence of the Dawn Church and the Fischer family, knowing only their immediate superiors, the Daybreakers. Even if discovered by the church and official forces, it would not directly expose the whole organization.

The East Coast Province currently had poor public security, with a surge in numbers of heretics. However, this extremely chaotic environment provided many opportunities for the Fischer family.

Mormir, having left the dark prison and returned to his office at the Police Department, took out the purple medication from his chest and pondered deeply.

This was a drug known as “Deep Purple,” the result of His Excellency Bain’s research on chronic poisons combined with Class 1 Extraordinary Material, the “Non-living Flower,” which could permanently affect ordinary humans.

The user’s physical abilities would permanently increase each time they digested “Deep Purple,” effective up to three times, enough to enhance an ordinary person’s physical abilities to a low-level Beginning stage.

However, those who consumed “Deep Purple” needed to obtain a special antidote once a year to suppress the poison in their bodies from acting up, or else they would die instantly.

Over the years, Mormir could clearly feel that the head of the house, like a very greedy sponge, grew more and more voracious as he aged, his mind maturing further with each year.

They said that in his youth, he was a shy and timid child who knew nothing, but as he became an adult, the head of the house grew continuously, becoming more rational and composed after each crisis.

At thirty-five, the head of the Fischer family had become entirely different, his eyes filled with wisdom and depth.

Mormir was very aware that now very few people could discern what the scholarly man was really thinking.

“His Excellency Bain once said that it doesn’t matter how low the beginning of a life or family is. The most important ability is to keep learning and growing. That’s the key to the Path of Knowledge.”

——

In the room of Fein City Hall, a wealthy businessman sat respectfully in front of Yeager, presenting him with an expensive gift.

“Mr. Yeager, I’ll trouble you with this matter. This is a token of our sincerity,” he said.

Yeager, still as handsome as ever, dressed in white and squinting his eyes, smiled faintly, gently shook his head, and then pushed the presented gift back to the man.