After the group of rich young masters went to look for the gendarmerie, in less than ten minutes, a young man in blue robes led a group of fully armed soldiers towards Mas.
As for Mas?
He was still standing at the same spot, slowly eating his dry food and drinking his wine. He did not look like a person who had committed a crime at all.
"Sir, it's him. He's the one who attacked Prince Charles!"
The leading aristocrat in blue pointed at Mas, who was resting with his eyes closed. After all, the shock that the legendary alchemical creature had given him was still fresh in his mind.
Ten minutes ago, Modi was leading his subordinates to collect protection fees. He was in a good mood as the civilians had paid more protection fees than last month. At the thought of this, he even thought about which lady to look for at the brothel tonight.
