《Founders of The New Age》Chapter 25
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Ratless Street, perhaps, saw more City guards together than he had ever seen in its history. The guards surrounded the entire street in a circle. A few robberies and a few murders in the back streets of Manumit didn't interest the City guards that much, but if the 2 groups were fighting each other in the city, they had to step in. Darkis' fireballs were about to set the Gang's upper floor on fire.
A guard, whose armor proved to be expensive, turned towards those in front of the Gang building and shouted.
“Stop this madness immediately, And drop your weapons.”
Gang leader Gartun was delighted to see his saviors. If he continued to fight Lone Wolf any longer, he would bleed to death. And maybe his compadian connections could get him out of this mess.
"Okay okay, I'm unarmed and surrendering," he said as he walked towards the City guards.
The guard this time turned to Mefzar and Old Mike and shouted.
“You too,” he said. His voice had a certainty.
“I think there was a misunderstanding. These scumbags kidnapped one of our team. We are here to save him,” said Mefzar, turning to the rank city guard.
“It's none of my business. I'm following orders. My orders are to capture those who turned the city into a battlefield and bring them back to headquarters. Now surrender and don't repeat what I said,” said the City guard.
"Okay, let's just let it go and listen to what they say, doing otherwise will get us in bigger trouble." Old mike said while putting his hand on Mefzar’s shoulder.
"As you say," he said
“Hey, get out, city guards here!” shouted Mefzar, turning towards the Building.
Before long, a few gang members who were hiding began to slowly emerge from the front door. They had weapons in their hands. They thought it might be a game. But as soon as they saw the city guards, realizing it was the truth, they dropped their weapons and rushed towards the city guards to surrender.
Then Arthur and Mark came out with the goblin they were looking for on his back.
Even though the healing potion had begun to take effect, the scars were still visible, even though his wounds were healed.
Mefzar ran towards Arthur.
“Is he okay?”
“Yes, he was tortured, but I gave him a healing potion,” he said. Arthur.
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When Mefzar heard this, he got even angrier. But the man who did this was behind the City guards. And he was looking right at them and grinning.
“Motherfucker,” he said, and spat on the ground.
“Come on, I can't wait for you all day.” said the head of the guards.
He said, "Let the whole team gather, we will surrender together, give 2 minutes".
Before long, the rest of the team joined them. Every member who came in was having a flash of anger when they saw Rook's state.
Rook was now at a level to walk under the effect of the healing potion, but the hits he took were still visible, albeit in pink color. It would take a little longer for them to heal.
“Thank you guys,” said Rook. His eyes were filled with tears.
"You don't need to thank us, we would have done the same thing to anyone from the team," said the soldier.
The team started walking towards the senior city guard.
When a guard next to the rank city guard saw that they had not put down their weapons,
“your weapons”
"We will not leave our weapons in anyone's hands, be thankful we came with you," said Mefzar, very angry with what happened.
Just as the guard was about to say something, the senior guard cut him off with his hand.
"Enough, you're coming with us to the center." It looked like he was trying to close the case without losing a single guard.
Gartun's direct surrender made his job much easier. As soon as he heard the name of the gang, he understood that the city administrators were involved. Every high-level guard knew that some gangs were untouchable. This made things very complicated. And tasking with such a task was like pulling the short stick in the center. He wanted it to go smoothly for him, and he wasn't going to let a guard ruin it.
After getting the last people to hide from the fighting in the gang house
“We're going to the center!” shouted the high-ranking guard, and the great City guard sprang into action.
Everyone was watching as the crowded guards walked down the street. This event had already begun to spread throughout the city.
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Half an hour later, Arthur and his team were seated in the great cell at the guards' main headquarters. The gang members were kept in a different part of the building so that there would be no incident.
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Everyone was enjoying themselves. They had achieved their goal, they had saved the rook.
Rook, on the other hand, was completely part of the team. It was as if he had found his lost family. He was speechless with excitement at the usually silent affair with the rook.
“You came just in time, the gang leader had taken out his real torture devices, just as I was about to hit my kneecap with a hammer, at the last moment someone entered the room and intervened”
Rook was excited to tell the team what had happened through his own eyes. While the team tried not to show it as they listened, it looked like they were plotting to capture the gang leader who tortured Rook.
A man of rank came to the cell where they were held.
“What you told matches what we found, you can go”
He nodded to the guard standing at the door of the cell, and the guard opened the locked door.
A high-ranking human guard staring at the team exiting the cell door.
"This time we're letting you because your friend kidnapped, but it won't happen next time"
"What about Gartun, what will be his punishment?"
“The city council will determine the sentence”
It looked like it was going to get pretty political.
The city council consisted of the nobles of the 4 kingdoms. And the capture of gartun left Compodia defenseless against the other 3 kingdoms.
The team left the building and made their way to the inn.
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The 'adventurers' house' inn was hosting a banquet. Rook had survived unharmed. Old Mike told the cook to prepare a big meal and the result was fantastic.
Mark had left the team to tell Lady Elise what had happened.
Rook, on the other hand, ate and drank as much as he could.
After the team ate their meals, the tiredness of the exciting day began to settle on the team. Everyone went to their rooms to sleep.
Rook and Arthur retired to the room and lay on their beds.
“Hey Arthur,” said Rook, as Arthur tried to sleep.
“Yeah rook”
"You're not from this world, are you?"
Arthur was stunned by this unexpected question. But after thinking about it, it was clear that they had left a lot of clues for Rook. He finally admitted defeat.
"I'm sorry we were going to tell you," said Arthur Embarrassed.
“Don't apologize, it made sense what you did but you left a little too many clues,” he said with a slight smile.
“So what did it give away, weird devices or lessons?” said Arthur.
“They have it, but” he hesitated.
"Arthur, do you know what it's like to be a goblin"
Arthur paused to continue.
“Because the goblins' bodies are not strong, they are neither good at fighting nor in combat. And we can't win in any area, so we are at the bottom of the food chain.
Even as the team tries to hide it, there is a subconscious aspect of their Augmentation that still see as goblins useless. and they are the good ones at least trying to get out of it. but you're different, you didn't even look at me that way when you first saw me. Then I joined the team. I waited for that look, but it never came. ”
Arthur was a little emotional.
Rook continued.
“Hey Arthur, do you think Goblins can really stand on par with the Other Races?” he said.
Arthur thought for a moment.
He said, "I come from a different world but do you know what kind of world I come from?"
“What kind of world did you come from? ' said Rook.
“We are not much different from the goblins you described, where I come from, we can neither use levels nor use magic. But we have made weapons that will destroy Cities in the blink of an eye. We sent Men to the moon in the sky and brought them back. , we've built devices that can talk face-to-face with people thousands of kilometers away In the blink of an eye. So yes, goblins don't lack anything.”
It was the first time Rook had heard Arthur speak in such detail about where he came from.
Arthur would have realized a mistake he had made.
“Rook, can we keep that city-destroying weapon a secret, I don't want it to exist in this world,” said Arthur.
“Okay,” Rook was able to say.
Then they both fell into the arms of sleep.
[Level 20 Mage]
[Greater manipulation skill gained]
Arthur sprang back from the bed. And he wanted to share his excitement with Rook, but when he saw that Rook was sleeping, he quietly went back to sleep.
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