Chapter 573 - 393: Saving the Collapsing Building (Part 3)
The gendarmes, upon discovering that several units of the national defense force had started to make unusual movements, ran over furiously to question every daring regiment commander. However, when they saw the Black Orc heads tumbling out of the portal with Malin, their fierceness immediately took a new direction—those damned Black Orcs!
The gendarmerie split into two groups, one headed to the churches to report to their superiors through the portals and messengers. Malin stopped them, making sure each person carried a few Black Orc heads—as grim as it was, nothing worked better as evidence and a show of authority in the meticulous military than such bloody proofs.
For this, the major of the gendarmerie saluted Malin to show gratitude—as a direct subordinate to His Majesty the King, this was a high form of homage. Normally, they were only accountable to their own chain of command and the King.
"Heinrich Stein, on behalf of all the people in the southern province, I thank you. As for His Majesty, I don’t presume to speak on his behalf—after all, you are family." The young blond man smiled and stretched out his hand. Malin extended his as well—perfectly controlling his strength—and they shook hands amicably. Malin then voiced his doubts, "Commander Ataf told me, before you arrived, that every unit of the national defense forces in the areas bordering the Dark Zone had reported unusual incidents. I’d like to confirm—do you have any knowledge about this?"
In Malin’s view, with such frequent occurrences, it was impossible for the gendarmerie to be completely uninformed. They must have heard something, even if it was just idle chatter over drinks between commanders.
"We are aware and have been consistently reporting to our superiors. As for the specifics of these reports, I’m sorry, Mr. Malin, you do not have the clearance to know the internal affairs of the military," the major said firmly but respectfully. Malin took no offense—first of all, he was an Assistant Priest for the Church, not military personnel; secondly, having married Faye, he shouldn’t be handling military matters.
Besides, Malin had no intention of probing further. The military of Sydney was still controlled by the Mowish family. The forces at Malin’s command were his own. However, if someone in the military was holding back information, the one to apologize would be numerous.
At the very least, Malin wouldn’t mind representing the people and shooting such a person himself.
Yet Heinrich called over a communicator, using an urgent report with a messenger from the spirit realm to contact His Majesty Mowish directly.