Chapter 209: The Aftermath of the Workshop

In the early morning, the soft sunlight passed through the gaps in the windows and shone on an old wooden house on the outskirts of the workshop area.

The old room was spotless and filled with various iron gadgets. A map and some photos hung on the wall. It looks very lifelike under the warm sunshine.

Several important locations are marked on the map, such as palaces, markets, churches, etc. The photo shows an old man and a young man with a kind smile.

The old man is Olaf's master Yan Gongyu, a famous blacksmith who once made many exquisite weapons and decorations for the royal family.

Olaf is his only apprentice. He has learned the blacksmith's skills from him since he was a child. He is diligent, smart but ambitious and a little selfish.

He dreams of one day becoming a master, opening his own workshop and becoming a rich and respected blacksmith based on his reputation as a master.

As the sun's rays gradually moved downward, they shone on Olaf's face, which was full of stubble. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and the firelight and those fanatical faces from last night were still vivid in his mind.

He remembered that he and other angry craftsmen rushed into the workshop where machinery was invented, used their martial arts to smash those strange metal devices, and heard the screams and pleas of the students of the Little Reincarnation Academy.

Olaf remembered that he seemed to see his master's eyes in the flames in the ruins, which was a kind of deep disappointment and sadness.

Olaf wiped his face, this nightmare was really real!

This was not a dream, it was just Olaf's subconscious telling himself that if he really committed the crime of damaging public property, his future would be over.

Olaf patted his cheek and tried to calm himself, telling himself that it was just a dream and no one would know what he had done.

He quickly got up and put on his clothes, preparing to go to the workshop to see the master's recovery.

But when he walked out of the room and opened the door, he found a group of uniformed Wuhundian inspectors standing outside the door.

They looked at him coldly, and one of them said: "Olav Bulk, you are suspected of participating in the violent attack on the machine shop last night. Come with us."

Olaf looked at them in astonishment, his heart beating fast and his face turning pale. He lowered his head and glanced at the coat he had hastily put on, which was covered in black marks and exuded a burnt smell, "It turns out it wasn't a dream."

In the dark and cold interrogation room, under the witness of Wuhundian personnel, Olaf painfully confessed everything he had done.

"At that time, a thought suddenly came to my mind, 'If we have more orders, wouldn't we not have to worry about the survival of the workshop?', and then I couldn't help but think of those extreme ideas."

Olaf said regretfully, his face covered with sweat from nervousness.

"Master Inspector, I really don't know why I did such a crazy thing. You must believe me. My master can vouch for me. It must be those evil soul masters!"

The inspector in charge of the interrogation in front of him glanced at the clerk who was recording the conversation on paper, exchanged glances with the spiritual soul master in the distance, and shook his head at Olaf.

In the small and cramped interrogation room, only the scratchy sound of the clerk's writing was left, and the silence oppressed Olaf's nerves like a mountain.

After a while, with a stabbing sound, the clerk tore off the transcript neatly and handed it to the inspector in charge of the interrogation. Olaf closed his eyes and waited for the final verdict.

How could he be so stupid to mess with the power workshop controlled by the "big noble"? Now it's all over.

"Olav Bulk, you have committed several crimes including damaging other people's property, arson, endangering public safety with dangerous behavior, etc."

The inspector's serious voice struck Olaf's heart like a heavy hammer.

"However, according to our investigation of the relevant personnel involved in this incident, as well as the identification results issued by professional spiritual soul masters, you are indeed the victim indirectly controlled by the evil soul master in this incident."

The inspector's calm and calm words were as sweet as celestial music in Olaf's ears, as if they were coming from the divine world.

"Now, you can go back after signing this note. Eat some spiritually beneficial food recently. The evil soul master's methods have still done some damage to your mental strength."

"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Inspector, thank you Wuhundian." Olaf held the inspector's hand and waved it up and down happily, trembling all over.

After Olaf left happily, the interrogation room returned to calm.

"Secretary, why do you think the higher-ups take such good care of the people involved in this incident?"

The patrol inspector has gone through many interrogations and is very curious about the current guidance of raising it high and putting it down gently.

"Ask less and do more. If you can figure it out, you should be the person in charge of Wuhun Palace." The secretary ended the conversation with one sentence.

The same thing happens countless times on the same day.

Thanks to the popularity of biological bracelets, the 01 system quickly locked in everyone who participated in the incident at that time. After each piece of information was included in the archives of the inspection system, the full picture of the incident at that time had quietly taken shape.

In the Master's study in the Little Reincarnation Academy, Mu Zhe smiled and looked thoughtfully at the event reconstruction report analyzed by Wei Dao.

"It's a bit interesting. The spiritual soul skills are inserted into the hints, and the constant attacks consume the spirit of those workshop soul masters. The clever skills are worthy of being from the military."

Mu Zhe said softly, picking up a piece of cake from the plate beside the desk and chewing it in his mouth. The pleasure brought by the sugar massaged his brain.

"What will you do next? Use the arrest to continue to incite opposition? Or pretend to be an inspector? No, no, Dai Jinglie can't be so stupid."

Mu Zhe said jokingly, took a sip of tea, stood up and walked out of the study.

No matter how Dai Jinglie reacts, he will eventually become a helper in promoting change.

It is better to care about the new students than to waste your mind on such useless things.

Mu Zhe walked in the corridor, the sun shone on him, and he planned to see if there were any interesting students reporting today.

When he stood up and passed the classroom, Mu Zhe saw Zhu Zhuqing asking for advice from a student who was much younger than her, while Ning Rongrong looked at the cat scratching his ears and cheeks with a half-smile.

On the other side, the students who returned from the power workshop were trying to build a new power workshop 2.0 with the help of Weidao.

The new students are clumsily trying to practice Yang Yuan Jue with the help of seniors and Wei Dao.

With these seeds of the future, those old and young people hiding in the dark can't make any waves. The future is always on their side!

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