At the door of the city hall, Brutus and others met Robert and Benji, whom he had met before.
"Hey, isn't this the one from that day?" Benji, who was stroking the feathers of the white bird, sat on the steps and said hello to Brutus.
Brutus was a little surprised as to why this guy was here, and he looked at Robert aside with a questioning look.
"This guy can be considered one of the reinforcements." Robert introduced briefly, "His official identity is a bird driver."
"Isn't this called Benjamin White Bird?" Brutus asked, pointing to the white bird on Benji's shoulder, "Don't tell me it's called White Bird."
"Correct answer, but unfortunately there is no reward." Benji answered Brutus's question, "It is a symbol of disaster, always moving in the direction of imminent disaster."
"So why don't you let your birds help us find the source of the problem?"
Brutus has no clue now, so he happens to have a suitable search tool, so of course he must make good use of it.
Benjie shook his head and let the white bird fly on his shoulder: "If things were really that simple, it would be easy to handle. I have been here for almost a week, but unfortunately I still haven't found anything."
"Such a situation can only mean one thing." Robert then explained, "The source of this disaster has covered the entire town of Taterto."
"So what do we need to do now? Or, what else can we do to save the situation?" Brutus found that this matter was much more difficult than he thought.
"And what's more-" He looked around and looked around.
The main characters in Tatto Town are basically here - Administrative Officer Papyria, Inspector Favalli, Captain William, Fortune Teller, Robert, Benji, as well as the guards and Haste
Some barons who happened to be in town arrived.
More and more people are gathering in the square. The officials who have returned to the city hall after arranging their home affairs are working with the guards from the security camp to maintain order in the square.
"Where is Viscount Raphael?"
At this critical moment, it was really strange that the viscount and citizen soldiers were not seen.
"I think you won't be able to see him for the time being. The Wilson Province mobilized all citizen soldiers in the Viscounty half a month ago to go to the border with the Turner Province to guard against the orcs infiltrating." Papyria Government Affairs
The official came up and explained.
"This is really timely news." Brutus' tone was full of helplessness, "I don't think I should jump out and take on this chore at this time."
"To be honest, I would be happy to see an unimportant freeman take all the responsibility." The political officer looked at Brutus with a smile, as if he saw a plump scapegoat.
"Yes, who can take over all responsibilities than the holder of the blessed weapon?"
Although Brutus had no idea why this name was so effective, he undoubtedly had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue.
He didn't know what the town of Tateto was going to face, when it would come, and from what direction; he didn't know how to deal with potential threats without citizen soldiers.
Now he had to keep playing even if he didn't have any good cards... Brutus felt that he should have slipped out of Tatto Town long ago, but it was too late to regret it now.
Suddenly there was a flash of light in the sky, and then a loud thunder came from the dark clouds above.
Along with the thunder, a commotion broke out among the civilians in the square. Brutus looked at the rioting crowd in silence, still thinking about what he should do to make the current situation look a little better.
a little.
"Everything they have done before has been in vain, so what can I do?"
He felt how ridiculous it all seemed. A time-traveler who hadn't figured out the situation yet, a free citizen whose identity was suspected of being a spy, was now inexplicably at the top of power in Tatto Town because of a blessed weapon.
, and then lead everyone to face the coming death and desolation.
What's even more ridiculous is that he didn't even have a chance to prepare before he faced all this.
Brutus laughed, then doubled over with laughter.
Robert and Benji looked at Brutus and Violet, who was still dazed standing next to him, wondering whether the two of them had experienced stimulation and become dementia.
After Brutus laughed for a while, he finally regained his usual composure: "Commander, I'm very curious about one thing. Have you tried to do anything to save the situation in this month?"
"Of course, it's one of my responsibilities."
"For example?"
"Issue the documents that Violet needs, mobilize the guard battalion according to her requirements, and promulgate support policies for civilians and immigrants in the town..." Administrative Officer Papyria briefly introduced what he had done before.
of everything, “Do you have any more questions?”
"No more." Brutus shook his head, "It can even be said that he did a good job."
"So does this have anything to do with all this?"
"Maybe there is still a little bit of it." Brutus looked at the civilians, "Maybe there are still a few ways to save everything."
"But the only thing we can do now is wait." He sat down on the steps under him, then looked at the sky and started to be in a daze.
"Absurd." Administrative officer Papyria felt a little unbelievable about Brutus's arrogant behavior. He could only whisper a few instructions to Captain William, and then walked to the center of the square to give a speech to boost morale.
Favali walked up to Robert and Benji, looked at Violet, and asked, "What's going on with this person?"
"I think they killed too many people in a short period of time, and the overly tense spirit before was completely broken." Robert observed and gave his own opinion, "It's okay, this is a common occurrence for fortune tellers.
, she will return to normal after a while."
"Have you done this too?" Favali was a little bit eye-opened by this. After all, this was his first time working with a fortune teller.
"That was a long time ago." Robert hesitated, unwilling to say more about it.
"Do you think there's anything special about the one called Brutus?"
Robert glanced at Brutus, who was still in a daze, and then returned his gaze to Favalli's face: "Those who can be recognized by blessed weapons are more or less special, just like Loma."
"Yes, maybe just like Loma." Favalli agreed, "But why?"
"Bloodline is just the source of power that sanctifies oneself." Benjie called over a white bird that flew not far above his head. "Some things don't depend on bloodline, such as a heart that pursues ideals."
"According to what you said, those black magicians also meet the requirements."
"So they don't care about blood, right?" Benjie smiled, "In other words, it is precisely because they hate blood that they have a greater chance of embarking on this path of no return."