Chapter 403: I Dare to Insult the Mayor, Do You Dare to Insult the Patriarch?
On May 30th, at 9:30 PM, during the rush hour, the streets of Mephila were bustling with traffic, as bright as day.
Sangjerte, the orc sorcerer and captain of the Mephila Red Hat squad, was rubbing his face.
This was his bad habit. Whenever he got nervous, he would rub his face until his nose and eyes were out of shape. It might be something he learned from the tricolor cat at home when he was a child. The flakes from his palms and cheeks seemed to take away his inner unease.
He glanced at the Gospel Book. The third ranking list hadn’t been updated yet. He didn’t know if it would be updated today or tomorrow-since May has 31 days, the Future Ranking could be updated on either day.
If the Future Ranking wanted to delay the update, it might even wait until 11:59 PM on the 31st.
“Captain,” a Red Hat behind him reminded. Sangjerte looked up to see a Red Hat elf, who was just as tall as he was, walking to the front.
“Follow my lead, and you’ll share the credit; act on your own, and you’ll get a coffin,” the elf threatened.
The local tyrant Red Hats of Mephila were being threatened like this, but the orc just rubbed his nose and nodded repeatedly. “The overall commander of this operation is Captain Senhaeser. If Captain Senhaeser doesn’t trust me, she can send someone to supervise my team.”
“Fine,” Qenna said bluntly, sending a Red Hat from Vamora over. She had the Mephila Red Hats transfer the control authority of the balancer boots. Noticing his subordinates watching him, Sangjerte nodded, signaling them to comply.