My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Scarface couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this, and patted Cyril hard on the back.

"Hahaha, that's more like it."

"As long as the justice you uphold in your heart doesn't stray, it's not a problem."

"Look ahead, you still have a long way to go."

Once he had fully calmed down, Cyril nodded solemnly and bowed respectfully to Scarface.

"Thank you, Mr. Leonardo da Vinci."

"After listening to your words, I feel like I've had an epiphany."

"As long as I have enough magic power now, I shouldn't encounter any more bottlenecks before reaching level 19."

"This is all thanks to your great wisdom."

Scarface looked at Cyril, who was thanking him, and gave a somewhat awkward smile.

He never expected that his fabricated words would bring such great benefits to the other party.

Originally, I was just thinking that if the other party committed suicide, then I would no longer be able to continue acting as a spy.

Who knew that modern knowledge had such unexpected power, directly breaking through the other party's bottleneck? There's no way to reason with them about this.

Somewhat speechless, he awkwardly laughed to demonstrate his guilty conscience.

"Hahaha, you're too kind, brother."

"Don't always call me 'sir' anymore; it sounds too distant."

"If you think highly of me, Leonardo da Vinci, you can call me 'brother,' and I'll call you 'little brother.' From now on, we'll be brothers."

Cyril was deeply moved by the sincerity shown to him by Scarface.

His rigid personality surprisingly showed signs of enlightenment, and he inexplicably called out, "Brother!"

"Hey, bro, that's more like it."

Scarface put his arm around Cyril's shoulder, looking quite smug.

While admiring his own silver tongue, he began to paint a rosy picture:

"From now on, let's all work hard under the administration and work together to improve the lives of the people of Iron City."

"I'll be responsible for inventing and creating to improve people's lives, and you'll be responsible for upholding justice and dispelling injustice."

"Let's combine our swords and sweep across the world."

His speech filled Cyril with fervor, as if a bright future awaited him.

To fulfill this great dream, he couldn't help but draw his steel sword, raise it to his chest, and swear an oath.

"I, Cyril, hereby solemnly pledge that I will carry out justice to the end."

"In this life, I will not be bound by empty fame, nor bound by selfish desires; my only wish is to hold the shield for the people and wield the sword for the weak!"

"Even if the road ahead is strewn with mountains of bones, my heart will forever remain with this city of iron and stone!"

At this point, he looked at Scarface: "Brother, I hope you can be a witness to this oath."

"No problem," Scarface replied readily.

The responses from both sides made the oath immediately effective.

A powerful binding force surged into the city guard commander's body, causing his aura to change abruptly.

He went from level 12 to level 13 and a tower shield imbued with protective power appeared in his hand.

From this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary knight, but had been promoted to [Guardian Knight].

It also gained a new ability: [Holy Oath Barrier].

By consuming magic power, a tower shield imbued with protective power can be condensed.

Within a 20-meter radius of the tower shield, your [Metal Enchantment] and [Alchemy Pact] can be applied to all friendly units.

It grants it the ability to sharpen weapons, enhance armor, and repair damage.

The emergence of this ability is Cyril's summary of his own understanding.

Now he is also a guardian knight with a sacred oath.

Watching the job change complete right before his eyes, Scarface's expression was indescribably complex.

I really want to complain, but I don't know how to start.

Did my mouth get blessed?

Damn it! I spent ages trying to get a consultant position, and you just recited a few lines and got promoted and transferred?!

What's the difference between this and using a mod? This is absolutely unreasonable!

Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people?

He was quite jealous and indignant, wanting to lash out but afraid of being exposed.

In the end, all we could do was greet them with smiles and celebrate.

"Congratulations! My brother, you have a bright future ahead of you!"

"With your protection, Ironclad City is practically printing money with oaths—golden notes that will never lose their value!"

"Huh? What are banknotes? What are gold notes?" Cyril, who had just completed his job change, asked with some confusion.

This caused the scarred man's expression to freeze as he spoke his true thoughts, and he quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"Hahaha, actually it's that your vow is as bright as gold, and it will never fade."

"I believe you can protect Iron City."

Upon realizing that Scarface was genuinely praising him, Cyril suddenly became embarrassed.

"Brother, compared to you and the Chief Administrator, I am just a newbie on the path of justice."

"How can it be worthy of being called dazzling gold?"

"Let's hurry up and get on the road to report the situation here to the Allied forces."

Apologetic Cyril quickly changed the subject, which made Scarface burst into laughter.

Although he was still grumbling in his heart, he knew it was time to go back.

A team of over 500 people carried the bodies of the fallen soldiers back to the camp at a leisurely pace.

Every soldier's face was filled with excitement, and they were delighted with their promotion.

As for the fallen, their families will naturally receive compensation.

That's something for leaders and administrators to consider, not for them.

The large and imposing procession disappeared into the jungle, leaving behind only the ruined village and orcs in the distance.

Lu Bu, riding Dian Wei, ran to the dining car and asked Dorothy about the upcoming arrangements:

"Big pink-haired guy, that green-haired girl is asleep."

"What are we going to beat up next?"

Dorothy, who had just finished eating a small cake, licked her fingers.

He glanced at the fast-sleeping Saintess Adriana out of the corner of his eye and realized that his new subordinate had entered a state of side effects.

So he waved his hand impatiently:

"Hmph, all you do is fight all day long. Believe me, this queen will give you a beating first!"

"With this energy, hurry up and pack your bags. Load that green ghost and the farmer onto the carriage, we're leaving. Doro!"

"Huh?! Let's go? Why? Didn't we just win?"

The orc chieftain looked puzzled and scratched his head with his rough hand.

"Useless idiot!" Dorothy swung her buzzer and slammed it down on the orc's head.

"After causing such a huge commotion and turning this place into ruins, is it still habitable?"

"Now we need to operate stealthily so we can continue our grand heist plan, understand?"

The orc chieftain, who only had a vague understanding, tilted his head, and finally nodded with a gleam in his eyes.

"I understand, they're going to continue with their cunning and ruthless ambush tactics, aren't they?"

"The green-skinned little brats love it the most."

Dorothy looked at the big, dumb guy in front of her and rubbed her temples.

"Hmph, now that you know, why don't you get to work for this queen?"

"Not sleeping all night has made my skin wrinkled."

"Find me a new palace immediately, this queen needs to rest. Doro!"

In response to Dorothy's command, the orc chieftain slightly pushed off with his feet and shouted "Greetings!"

He then rode Dian Wei to issue the marching orders.

The 190 orcs sprang into action, loading all the useful supplies into the remaining wagons, and hurriedly left this place of trouble.

No sooner had they left than a group of very short figures suddenly appeared in the forest.

They moved through the grass like goblins.

They soon arrived at the village.

When they discovered that only ruins remained, a burly man less than 1.5 meters tall suddenly emerged from the bushes.

He wore heavy armor, had a long white beard, and held an extremely exaggerated flintlock pistol in his hand.

The gun is about 1.8 meters long and has a caliber of at least 20 to 30 centimeters.

A sharp blade is embedded at the muzzle of the gun for close-quarters combat.

The weapon is more of a hand cannon than a flintlock musket.

If a shot were fired, the recoil alone would probably kill an ordinary human.

However, this person is a well-known race on the continent: dwarves. Not only are their muscles bulging all over their bodies, but their physical qualities are also naturally much stronger than those of humans.

Furthermore, he came from the Mountain Rock tribe, a group of dwarves known for their strong defenses, which allowed him to use this weapon.

He is currently staring intently at the location of the village with a serious expression.