This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 174 - 165: Unexpected Gains (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 174: Chapter 165: Unexpected Gains (Request for Monthly Ticket)

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The chief of Harbor City Police Station was on high alert. He blew the emergency assembly whistle, calling all officers to fully arm themselves and gather at the station entrance.

In his view, this matter was not likely to be small, and ordinary means wouldn’t be able to suppress it.

"Chief Emily, we must rely on you to help us out of this predicament!"

Upon hearing the chief’s plea, Emily instinctively looked at Lette. Seeing him nod slightly, she immediately patted her chest and assured him.

"Don’t worry, Chief. With me here, nothing major will happen.

There’s no time to lose, let’s head out quickly!"

The chief, wiping his cold sweat, sighed with helplessness as he headed out, "Yeah, if these two groups really start fighting, it wouldn’t be a small problem."

The so-called fishing port, as the name implies, is the harbour where fishing boats gather for sea fishing.

The cargo port, on the other hand, is the port used by merchant and cargo ships for loading and unloading goods.

The two are fundamentally different places, but they are not far apart.

Because Kedrus’s fish products sell well inland, interactions between the fishing and cargo ports are quite frequent.

But the labourers at the cargo port and the fishermen at the fishing port have always kept to their own areas.

Each group does their respective jobs, and even when transactions require cooperation, they stay within their boundaries.

Essentially, there has been no major conflict.

However, as the dense fog spreads, the entire Kedrus Harbor City has been affected.

The fishing port and cargo port are arguably the most severely affected.

As an important trans-shipment port for goods, the fog significantly reduced the number of cargo ships coming to Harbor City.

But fortunately, the fog isn’t thick enough during most daytime hours to impede navigation, coupled with the unique geographical location of Harbor City.

Merchant and cargo ships still have to come here to unload and trans-ship, but timings are more concentrated.

However, the fishing port suffered more severe losses.

Initially, time is crucial for sea fishing, with large fishing boats setting out for three to four days or even a whole week.

This dense fog caused fishing boats to avoid going out for long.

Most head out to fish around noon and rush back before evening fog sets in.

This way, the catch was pitifully scarce, even calling it dismal was putting it politely.

Consequently, this group of fishermen and porters with reduced income, poor mood, and plenty of spare time, naturally became an unstable factor.

Fortunately, Lette incorporated the cargo port’s porters into the Flesh God Sect.

This somewhat eliminated the instability at the cargo port, isolating the fishing port.

But the powder keg has always been here, and it was just a matter of time before it exploded.

Now, it’s finally about to blow up.

When the chief and his officers rushed to the fishing port, the fishermen here were already holding weapons and tools, surrounding some cargo port dockworkers.

It appeared only a part of the cargo port workers had come over.

But they were all mighty and robust, generally a head taller than these fishermen who made a living from fishing.

One by one, with their cheeks puffed, temples bulging, and muscles rippling, they looked like they could fight.

In front of them lay two frail youngsters, who appeared to be among the fishermen.

"What’s going on, what’s going on! Everyone move aside!"

The swift influx of police officers separated the two groups, preventing the situation from further deteriorating.

Emily’s arrival especially calmed the restless crowd on the scene.

The hunt for the Disaster Crocodile that shocked the entire port not only made Emily famous but also made people realize how terrifying her combat prowess was.

In a harbor with no notable strong figures, Emily, a fifth level expert just a step away from the Holy Rank, was undoubtedly a power crusher.

Not to mention, all her skills were honed under Lette’s intense training.

Though her combat prowess seemed unimpressive next to Lette, it was because she was compared to Lilith or Alice from the Dream Realm.

However, compared to other fifth level experts, her combat experience and actual combat ability were absolutely crushing.

Not to mention, just with the Overclocked State alone, she could challenge Holy Rank experts.

After that night’s encounter with the Barbarian Shadow, her practical experience had improved significantly.

As she stood there, she naturally exuded a menacingly grim aura that immediately stabilized the scene.

Emily’s display left Lette quite satisfied; the training and instructions he gave had not been in vain.

In a way, she could now handle matters independently.

The Flesh God Sect believers in the crowd saw Lette and initially wanted to salute him but were stopped by his gaze.

In this situation, if the fishermen knew he was the Blood and Flesh God Sect’s Church Ancestor, it would be harder to mediate the conflict.

Moreover, he wasn’t sure what the main points of conflict between the sides were.

Or whether someone was deliberately inciting a battle between them.

"Where’s Old John? Old John!"

The officer in charge of managing the area around the fishing port stepped out and called into the crowd.

An elder with grey hair and a full beard, dressed like a fisherman, parted the crowd and came to the chief.

The old man appeared very calm, even amidst the chief, superintendent, and so many officers, steadily stuffing his pipe with tobacco.

"I say, Old John, what’s going on? Didn’t I remind you that Harbor City is pretty chaotic these days and asked you not to cause trouble?

We’re out there risking our lives catching the culprits and solving cases; the least you could do is not hinder us if you can’t help!

What do you mean by this? Is Harbor City not your home?

Should everyone move out for you to be happy?"

Old John fumbled around himself and finally, grinning, looked at the chief, "Buck, buddy, lend me a light."

"Didn’t bring one!"

"Oh, come on..."

Seeing this, Lette quietly poked Emily. She raised an eyebrow and snapped her fingers from a distance.

With a whoosh, the tobacco in Old John’s pipe lit up.

Old John glanced surprisedly at Emily, gave a thumbs up, and took a hearty puff.

But compared to earlier, when he insisted on having the chief light his pipe, some of his edge seemed diminished.

"Alright, you’ve had your smoke, now tell us what’s going on!"

"What’s going on, you should ask them,"

"Nonsense! This is the fishing port, of course I’m asking you!"

"Since this is the fishing port, shouldn’t your officers be asking why these cargo port people ran over to our fishing port?"

Old John’s retort was one of absolute non-cooperation.

The chief, exasperated and out of options, looked helplessly back at the superintendent.

Indeed, the superintendent, having attained his position, exuded more tact.

"Are the fishing port and cargo port not both part of Kedrus Harbor City? Since when did this fishing port become your territory? How come I don’t know, nor does the City Lord.

What do you mean, who can come and go here needs your approval?

Shall I go to the City Lord Mansion and seek the City Lord’s opinion on whether to hand you this fishing port so you can build a fishing port city and play by yourselves?

Or should I invite the Guard Team’s officers to have a chat with you all?"

Listening to the superintendent’s words, Lette nodded in agreement.

The superintendent’s soft yet barbed words, with threats sprinkled in, promptly restrained Old John.

After all, Kedrus Harbor City was under the City Lord Mansion’s jurisdiction.

All these so-called rules and customs at the fishing and cargo ports were unwritten rules that couldn’t hold water officially.

If angering the City Lord Mansion, and having the Guard Army come in, things wouldn’t be as amicable as with the police department.

Without collecting some heads, how would they earn military merit?

One mistake, and everyone could be charged with rebellion, leaving everyone baffled.

"Don’t be mad, Superintendent. No one said this fishing port was ours."

"Then when asked, can you answer properly?"

"Yes, yes!"

Old John dared not hold his stance anymore, knocked his pipe twice against his shoe sole, and looked much more deferential.

The superintendent gestured with his eyes at the chief, prompting the latter to quickly inquire once more.

"Tell us! What exactly happened?"

Old John glanced at the workers from the cargo port and snorted coldly.

"These people actually came to our side to preach."

"Preach?"

Lette raised an eyebrow, quite surprised. He hadn’t issued any preaching orders!

It seems the believers became proactive after the organizational structure was in place.

After all, there were only so many workers living off the cargo port, and he had almost recruited them all.

To further increase believers, aside from sporadic preaching in town, targeting the fishing port’s fishermen was more suitable.

However, the point is, these fishermen, who survive at sea, usually have their own faiths.

Moreover, matters concerning life and death make their beliefs firm and devout.

This is also why the Holy Light Church hasn’t spread well in coastal areas.

After all, as the Holy Light Goddess, Afra couldn’t fulfill the fishermen’s series of prayers for sea voyages.

Local authorities hold more sway than distant officials.

The Blood and Flesh God Sect people’s preaching at the fishing port was indeed a bit rash.

Lette felt somewhat guilty; when instructing the church’s higher-ups on critical matters, he had to hurriedly wrap up due to Emily’s arrest by the police.

He didn’t have the chance to give the church higher-ups some warnings, leading to today’s incident.

At this moment, the chief frowned: "Preaching, huh! Isn’t your fishing port renowned for not following religions?"

"Not following religions?"

Lette was stunned; it was his first time hearing about fisherman groups not following religions.

Old John instantly became anxious: "We don’t follow religions, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t faithful."

At this point, Unica, who had been silent, suddenly stepped forward.

"Chief Buck, most of these fishermen are from Hegro Fishing Village."

The officers at the scene all appeared as if they had a sudden realization, even the superintendent nodded slightly.

"Oh, that explains it. Hey, Unica, I remember you’re also from Hegro Fishing Village?"

"Uh... Our family has been here since my grandfather’s generation. I grew up in Harbor City, by the time I was conscious, Hegro Fishing Village was already gone..."

The superintendent pointed at Unica: "Old John, take a look. This young lady from Hegro Fishing Village became an investigator at her young age! Quite accomplished!

This matter today, I think it’s best if it’s resolved amicably.

Otherwise, if the City Lord investigates and accidentally gets angry with this child, wouldn’t you be ruining her future?

Even for my sake, could you?"

"But they attacked someone, the compensation..."

"We are willing to compensate!"

Suddenly, the Blood and Flesh God Sect people relaxed their stance: "We weren’t aware that everyone here had their beliefs, we were presumptuous.

This is a misunderstanding; we are willing to compensate everyone for their losses and medical expenses!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one noticed that the person who had just spoken had a small bean-sized piece of flesh in their ear, slightly vibrating to transmit voice.

The superintendent was pleased: "This is better! Everyone happy! Old John, and the few from the cargo port, come here."

Unica intended to follow, but Lette directly grabbed her arm.

"Come over, I have something to ask you."

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