Chapter 9, I Want to Be a Police Officer

Dong Yang was putting on a show, as if he had used a powerful spell to injure the dark elf. Victoria, flying around and spitting blood, was merely employing some low-level illusions. As a shadow assassin, Victoria was already skilled in various tricks of misdirection, and with no experts present, it was easy to deceive everyone. In the end, it was even simpler for the dark elf to 'die' within Little Bei's wind circle. For the necromancer, conjuring a few bones was a trivial matter. Everything went smoothly, and amidst the overwhelming power of the magic, the dark elf was reduced to shattered bones and flesh. In the end, it was even simpler for the dark elf to 'die' within Little Bei's wind circle. For the necromancer, conjuring a few bones was a trivial matter. Everything went smoothly, and amidst the overwhelming power of the magic, the dark elf was reduced to shattered bones and flesh.

The old man felt quite distressed; the death of a mid-level mage right before his eyes was no trivial matter. Every mage is a treasure of the empire, and the investigation procedures from the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Public Security are extensive

Victoria once again concealed herself in Dong Yang's shadow, her sweet voice ringing out once more: "Master, rest assured, I am fine. I haven't been this wild in a long time. My master, my lord, let’s do this again sometime!"

Dong Yang let out a sigh of relief; it seemed that he had finally managed to keep the matter of the dark elves under wraps. Otherwise, before even leaving the village, he would have become a public enemy of the continent. In his heart, he cursed the dark elf fiercely: "Shut up! Stay put and don’t show yourself again without my permission!"

The old man was overjoyed, while Xiao Bei and Todd and the others were taken aback. The little neurotic smiled slightly, exchanged a few polite words with the old man, and then excused himself, claiming he needed to rest after the intense battle, and left with his followers

Zhuo Er sweetly smiled and replied, "Master, rest assured, not a single hair will harm you"

Dong Yang silently praised Zhuo Er: "What an incredible archery skill! You scared me to death..."

Amidst the rain of long arrows, Dong Yang finally began to counterattack. A resonant and powerful chant soared into the sky, filled with the anticipation of a group of beleaguered security guards. In the completely unfamiliar language of magic, there surged an invigorating force.

At last, after a moment, everything returned to calm; the dense elemental wind dissipated, and a pile of bloody white bones lay scattered on the ground

The little neurotic said lightly: "Level holds no significance for me."

Dong Yang let out a slight gasp of surprise, while Xiao Bei beside him snorted: "Both Lord Achilles and I are self-taught wizards from the common folk, and we do not have certification from the Ministry of Magic. From the perspective of the Empire's official stance, we are merely civilians. Moreover, as far as I know, magical advisors should be appointed by the Ministry of Magic; local officials do not seem to have that authority!"

The old duke looked at the rather moved expression of the little neurotic and immediately adopted a look of deep concern for the country and its people: "Master Achilles, you should know that the bandits are rampant in the Sunset Mountains, and the citizens of the empire are suffering immensely. As a local security chief, I am overwhelmed and powerless. I have neither financial resources nor capable individuals at my disposal. The old man is incompetent and unable to eliminate these scoundrels, let alone provide the people with a peaceful world!"

Dong Yang listened to the old man's words, but in his heart, he was contemplating another matter: he had heard that ambulances and police cars are not held accountable for causing fatalities. This... should be an equal-level unit, right? If I become a police officer, will the hospital stop arbitrarily detaining people?

Dong Yang was taken aback, thinking to himself: Is he also wanting to be with me? Although he is a bit older, it is still acceptable, not older than an old man with white hair

All of this appears as if Dong Yang has set up an invisible barrier with his voice, one that even a rain of arrows cannot penetrate, ultimately falling helplessly apart.

The old nobleman hid behind Dong Yang, staring in astonishment at everything happening before him, feeling regretful to the point of wishing for death: this yellow-skinned young man in front of him is a true powerhouse! The dark elf shot down his mid-level mage with a single arrow, yet a hundred arrows could not harm him. He had even doubted for a moment that this young man was insane.

The old man suddenly straightened his face, bent down again to solemnly pay his respects to the little neurotic, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Master Achilles, I... I, in the name of the Chief of Public Security of the Glorious City under the jurisdiction of the Northwestern Administrative Province of the Empire..." As he spoke, the old man's face turned crimson, as if the words he wanted to say were particularly inappropriate.

The dark elves inherited the archery talents of the elves, and Victoria is one of the strongest among them. Every arrow she shoots can curve mid-flight. It is said that if she wishes, she can even tie a bow in the air with a single arrow before accurately hitting her target. Just like now, shooting an arrow right in front of Dong Yang and then suddenly changing its direction with no aim at all is merely a trivial feat.

The old duke subtly praised Dong Yang and continued, "Master, you are so young and yet so powerful. Once again, I ask for your forgiveness for my foolishness. I believe you would not engage with a stubborn and ignorant old man..."

Old Ivan was excited! Trembling, he grabbed Dong Yang's hand and performed a formal noble salute with great seriousness, saying: "Respected Master Achilles, please forgive my ignorance; at the beginning, I actually doubted your abilities!" The old man, wise with age, would not be foolish enough to speak nonsense in front of a mental magic practitioner. Instead, he spoke the truth to demonstrate his loyalty: "I initially did not believe because this miraculous secret art of mental magic has disappeared from the continent for thousands of years. I never expected that as an old man, I would still witness such exquisite techniques in my lifetime!"

The wind ring swiftly enveloped the dark elf, leaving only a massive cloud of azure mist in mid-air, accompanied by the dark elf's cries of agony and curses uttered in the face of death

However, the words that the old viscount was about to say were quite different from what the little neurotic had in mind: "I would like... please serve as my magical advisor, no, not mine, but that of the Public Security Bureau, the Public Security Bureau of Glory City..." The area along the Sunset Mountain Range, where Ma Ti Village is located, spans over a hundred miles and is all under the jurisdiction of Glory City, which Dong Yang had also heard of.

Dong Yang infused his spiritual energy into his voice, singing loudly the climax version of the Mandarin song "A Man Should Be Strong"

After a while, the old man regained his composure and hurriedly explained: "These two masters may not fully understand that officials with hereditary titles in the empire can recommend talented individuals in magic to the empire. If they pass the assessment, they will become official magical forces of the empire. According to convention, certified magicians can serve under their recommenders for a period of time."

Little Bei let out a hum, while the old man was overwhelmed with tears, lamenting: "In the entire Sunset Mountain region, there is only one magical advisor responsible for public security, yet he was assassinated by dark elves yesterday. How am I supposed to deal with those magical scoundrels in the future! The next advisor's arrival is still uncertain. Fortunately, I have encountered you; this is a blessing from the divine for the people of Sunset Mountain. I implore you, for the sake of the poor citizens, to lower yourself to serve in the public security office..." The next advisor's arrival is still uncertain. Fortunately, I have encountered you; this is a blessing from the divine for the people of Sunset Mountain. I implore you, for the sake of the poor citizens, to lower yourself to serve in the public security office...

Dong Yang waved his hand to interrupt Old Ivan's words: "You are too polite." He pointed to the fire magic advisor who had collapsed nearby, diverting the topic: "This person has died. Although his death was merely an accident, it is ultimately my failure to detect the assassin in time. If there is anything I can assist you with, please feel free to ask." Dong Yang emphasized the word "person," revealing a hint of disdain, as if in his eyes, a mid-level magician was no different from an ordinary person.

Let the sea and sky gather energy for me to forge new paths for my ideals, to venture forth and witness the magnificent blue waves and the vast blue sky, with a spirit of grandeur. I am a man and must strive for strength! When the last note burst forth, the dark elf, who had been shooting arrows in mid-air, suddenly let out a tragic scream, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood towards the sky, like a balloon that had suddenly deflated, flying chaotically in all directions without any trajectory, with blood continuously spilling. At the same time, the little Bei, who had been scattering spices to summon magic, also shouted loudly, and a massive green wind ring appeared in mid-air, crashing down fiercely towards the already 'severely injured' dark elf!

Dong Yang let out a sigh, then frowned and said to Xiao Bei with displeasure: "David, this magic is too malicious; you must not use it again! I still had questions to ask her!"

The old man, filled with regret, inadvertently noticed that Dong Yang's legs were trembling slightly, and his gratitude surged like a spring: this strong child must be exhausted, having just defeated a powerful necromancer yesterday, and now he must exert all his strength to combat this evil dark elf

The old man was left speechless, what a joke it was that a peerless magic powerhouse, possessing immense magical power and capable of blocking a rain of dark elf arrows with just a howl, did not have a guild certification

Dong Yang also assumed a look of indignation: "My lord, please do not say any more. Achilles is willing to serve the imperial subjects of the City of Glory!"

Dong Yang let out a long howl towards the sky, infusing his recently acquired spiritual power into his voice. The viscount's guards were merely a group of skilled ordinary humans, each one stunned by the force within Dong Yang's voice. As the rain of arrows rushed towards Dong Yang, it was as if they were disrupted by the immense power he unleashed, scattering aimlessly without any precision.

Little Bei bent down, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he nodded in agreement. No one noticed that at this moment, the shadow quietly returned to Lord Dong Yang's feet.