Chapter 378: XIII. Chenxi Port Memories (Part Three)
The teacher who had been crippled by Mika lived in the Central District of Chenxi Port, on the sixth floor of a building.
It was nightfall.
The area turned into a bustling market, with Mika wearing a coat, concealing a loaded firearm inside.
Nobody would suspect that someone who appeared to be of student age was carrying a Level 1 prohibited item.
The portable firearms, regulated at a higher grade than long matchlock guns.
It’s like how on Earth craft blades are freely available; if you carry one around, it doesn’t pose much of a threat, and onlookers will just have a laugh.
But a spring-loaded knife or dagger that fits in your pocket is a different story; no one can detect it, and who knows if you’re some anti-social personality ready to quietly skin a few people.
Because the remnants of the Witch Hunting Secret Department’s poison had not yet dissipated, although the Royal Court had classified firearms as contraband, the implementation of this law was lax, with many turning a blind eye—as long as matchlock guns stayed at home, out of sight.
If one were caught wandering around with firearms, they could be directly labeled as anti-imperialists, and the outcome wouldn’t be pleasant.
Mika had already arrived near his teacher’s residence, but now there were too many people watching, and a gun shot would be too loud. Coincidentally, there was a fireworks show at nine o’clock tonight, celebrating four years of reform in Chenxi Port, a recurring annual event.
After the show started and the crowd gathered at the dock to watch the spectacle, it would be his turn to act.