Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"What?! They have a backup plan?!" A guard officer became alert.

"The entire army is on alert!!"

After the strange guard finished speaking, all the guards became even more alert and immediately took out ropes to tie each of them up tightly.

"..."

After the chaos.

There was no one standing in the entire corridor except for the Silvermane Iron Guards.

"Reporting, Commander, the terrorists have been apprehended!" an officer reported to Bronya, saluting her.

These words made the count, who was bound hand and foot, feel very uncomfortable.

"Have you misunderstood your purpose? I'm the person you're supposed to protect, not a terrorist!!"

"Oh, I misspoke. The person under protection has already been apprehended."

"..."

After everything had settled down, Bronya slowly walked down the steps, and the Iron Guards all stepped aside to make way for her.

The soles of the shoes stomped on the floor, making a "tap-tap-tap" sound that was crystal clear in the quiet corridor.

She slowly approached the fat old man and said in a deep voice:

"Just now, your guards attacked the Iron Guard. Aren't you going to explain anything?"

Fat Old Deng was about to speak when the strange guard, who was bound hand and foot, interrupted:

"Explanation? Does our master need to explain to you? Let me tell you..."

"Shut up now—!!" Fat Old Deng wailed in agony.

He was furious. This time, the fact that he used firearms to attack the Iron Guard has been confirmed!

He gritted his teeth and said irritably:

"Bronya, you provoked us first!"

"Provocation? The Silvermane Iron Guards never provoke."

"You dare say that guy didn't do anything?!" The count glared at the guard who had initially thrown him over the shoulder, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"This is outrageous! I'm going to report you!! I'm going to submit this to the authorities!!"

"It's alright, I'm the one reviewing the memorials you submit now."

"???"

Fat Old Deng stared wide-eyed, scanning Bronya intently.

This kid Cocolia brought up from the lower districts, from childhood to adulthood, when has he ever been so shameless as he is now?

Where did that meticulous, inflexible, and naive little girl, oblivious to political intrigue, go?

In the past, she would have found such methods disgusting or despicable!

"Bronya, perhaps our attitude earlier did make you feel a little uncomfortable, but don't forget why you're here!"

"Leaving aside the consequences of your reckless actions reaching the ears of the rest of our family, if that assassin were to jump out now and try to kill me, wouldn't all your efforts be in vain?!"

The silver-haired girl silently watched the fat old man in front of her. He was kneeling on the ground, bound hand and foot, but still maintained his previous imposing manner.

"You should know that many of Belloberg's businesses are run by our family! You don't want many industries to shut down overnight, causing a large number of people to lose their jobs and starve, do you?"

"Sir, so this is our trump card?!" the strange guard beside him exclaimed in admiration.

"Hmph, I know what you're thinking! If I were really assassinated, the Silvermane Iron Guards' prestige would be greatly diminished, after all, many people watched you come here!"

"At that time, the whole of Belloborg will be talking about how an entire Silvermane Iron Guard army couldn't even handle an assassin!"

"You don't want to see the result of morale collapse, do you?"

The count, who thought he had victory in his grasp and that Bronya would untie him in the next moment, never expected that the girl would just silently pass by him.

He said in a deep voice:

"The main threats to this castle are basically all here now. To protect the Earl's safety, let's conduct another thorough search of all areas and intensify the search!"

"Yes!!"

Clearly, Bronya had no intention of untying the Count.

The latter knelt there for almost an hour, until his knees turned red, before a group of guards hurriedly returned.

"Reporting to the commander, we have discovered a large amount of gold and silver treasure beneath the land in the back garden!"

"Report! We've found exhibits that were stolen from the museum in the warehouse!!"

"Lady Bronya, the basement is locked, but there's an aura of a rift around it."

All this news left Fat Old Deng feeling terrible.

Didn't we agree to only search for assassins?

How did they manage to dig up all his secrets?!

Bronya glanced at the fat old man and said in a deep voice:

"explain?"

"Ahem... Well, it's reasonable for me to have some private property, like the gold and jewels in the back garden, right?"

"As for the stolen exhibits, I really don't know anything about them. I don't go to museums... They were all gifts from other people. If you like them, you can have them too!"

Bronya stared at the fat old man and asked again:

"Then, what about the warehouse with the aura of a rift?"

"Oh... well, we killed a few Rift creatures once, and we just dumped their remains in there."

"Master, what are you afraid of! Unleash our secret weapon and wipe them out!"

"..."

"Earl, would you like to offer another explanation regarding this guard's statement?"

"I, I f***..."

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Chapter 181 I'm Actually a Good Person

Shortly after.

"Thump thump thump—!!"

Bronya crouched at the entrance to the basement and knocked on the wooden door beneath her feet.

There seemed to be something inside, as it made a dull sound after the knocking.

"..."

Bronya turned to look at the fat old man, Deng, who was being held by two Iron Guards, and said in a deep voice:

"What's inside? If it's just wreckage, why is there any sound?"

"Huh? Is there a sound? I didn't hear anything!" Fat Old Deng laughed awkwardly. If his hands weren't tied, he really wanted to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.

“Sir! Yes! I, I heard it!” the strange guard shouted honestly.

"shut up!!"

Fat Old Deng glared angrily at the guard, saying with exasperation:

"Damn it, where's Iron Guard?! Couldn't you have sewed his mouth shut?!"

"Huh? Master, what did I do wrong? Why are you sewing my mouth shut?"

"Don't call me sir! I'm not your sir anymore!"

"Then I'll call you young master?"

"..."

"Enough." Bronya interrupted their conversation and said in a deep voice to the group of guards around her:

"If you're not willing to hand over the key, then we'll have to use other methods to open the door."

Five Iron Guards came over upon hearing the noise, and after Bronya stepped back, they began to smash the door panel under their feet with brute force!

"Bang—bang bang bang—!!"

Finally, with a crisp crack, the wooden door was quickly smashed to pieces.

But after clearing away the pieces of wood, there was an even more sturdy steel door underneath!

The door lock is located on a small square screen, which looks like it requires a password or fingerprint.

"Oh dear, Bronya... don't waste your energy!" Fat Old Deng finally relaxed when he saw the steel door below.

This door can't be opened even by a cannonball unless you have your fingerprints!

"There's just some aged wine under this door; you'd better not open it."

"Aged liquor? Sir, does aged liquor need to be locked with a steel door? We can't just lie through our teeth!"

"Idiot!!"

"You motherfucker!! You motherfucker!!"

Fat Old Deng, his face flushed red, straightened up and angrily rammed into the talkative guard beside him.

The guard shifted slightly backward, narrowly avoiding the impact from the heavy old man, and gave an innocent look:

"Young Master, what are you doing? Could it be our secret weapon inside?"

His mind raced, and he immediately realized what was happening, then was overjoyed:

"Haha! So that's how it is! I was wondering why you were so excited, young master. There must be something there that's key to our victory! I'm so clever!"

"You're talking nonsense!! You...you're not allowed to say another word!"