Alex thought for a moment and understood the reason.
Since he claimed to be sick, the Medical Experimental Center would naturally “treat” him.
Wouldn’t this be like walking right into a trap?
He quickly searched his mind for other excuses to delay the transfer.
Just then, Gramov spoke up: “Alex, I’ve already informed my superiors that your handover will take five days.” He paused, his tone suddenly turning somber: “You only have five days.
Either find someone to revoke this transfer order, or…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear: he wanted Alex to flee Snezhnaya.
Alex was momentarily stunned and looked at the usually taciturn old captain in disbelief: “Captain Gramov…
why are you helping me?” If he truly fled Snezhnaya, Gramov would surely face severe punishment.
However, Gramov only gave a faint smile: “When I followed Lord [The Captain] in the past, he often admonished us—even in the darkness, one must uphold the justice in their heart.” These words struck Alex’s heart like a bell.
He straightened his back with a solemn expression: “I will definitely uphold the justice in my heart.” Gramov nodded slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes.
Alex then took his leave.
He only had five days left!
The sunlight overhead was still bright and brilliant, but he couldn’t feel any Warmth.
Having spent three years in the Fatui, he was all too aware of that person’s cruelty and coldness.
If he couldn’t shut down those human experiments, even as a follower of Rosalyne, it would be difficult to escape a tragic end.
As he was lost in thought, the solemn and majestic City Hall building gradually appeared in his line of sight.
Alex quickened his pace toward the building.
After entering the hall, he reported his identity to the front desk staff and requested an audience with Mayor Pulcinella.
Soon, guided by a staff member, he walked into a spacious and elegant office.
Under the bright lights, a short old man sat behind a large desk, focused on reviewing documents with a meticulous expression.
“Mayor,” Alex stepped forward and bowed slightly, “I have an extremely important matter to report to you in person.” Pulcinella didn’t respond, still buried in the pages as if he hadn’t heard.
Alex naturally knew that the other party was acting this way on purpose.
This was a reminder for him to recognize his own identity and weight.
If he couldn’t even read this subtext, he probably wouldn’t even get a chance to speak during today’s meeting.
After a long time, Pulcinella finally put down the documents and slowly looked up.
Those shrewd and sharp eyes rested on Alex for a moment, and a flicker of hard-to-detect appreciation flashed through them.
“My apologies,” he said in a gentle tone, “official business is truly busy.” “I should be the one apologizing,” Alex immediately replied, his attitude respectful but not subservient, “for abruptly disturbing your work.” Pulcinella nodded and asked straightforwardly: “Speak, what is the important matter?” Alex’s expression turned stern, his voice low and solemn: “Mayor, several cases of missing children have occurred in the Winter Capital recently.
Several children are already unaccounted for, with no news of their whereabouts to this day.” When he finished speaking, Pulcinella was slightly taken aback.
Clever.
He praised inwardly.
If this young man had pointed directly to “human experiments” from the start, he would have declined without hesitation.
Because besides being the Mayor of the Winter Capital, he was also the Fifth Harbinger of the Fatui, [The Rooster].
Some darkness cannot be brought to the table.
But the “missing children cases” were of a completely different nature.
It was rare for someone so young to be able to skillfully bypass the minefield.
It’s just a pity…
Pulcinella sighed inwardly, but a look of sincerity appeared on his face: “Thank you very much for the reminder.
I will immediately order the Security Department to investigate this matter thoroughly and uncover the truth.” This response was very official and very perfunctory.
Alex’s expression remained calm as he continued: “Money transactions are involved.
If left unchecked, it is very likely to spread.
Once that happens, the City Hall’s security management capabilities will be seriously questioned.
With some fueling of the fire, public protests will be inevitable.” As the words fell, Pulcinella’s expression changed slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
“Actually, the best way to solve a problem is to solve the person who raised it.” “Indeed.” Alex nodded in agreement, then changed the subject, chatting casually about a seemingly unrelated matter: “I bought a cake yesterday and went to [Marionette]’s Mechanical Research Institute to share it with [Damselette]; In the evening, I went to the House of the Hearth to listen to [The Knave]’s teachings, and when I got home, I was even scolded by [The Fair Lady].” After hearing this, the corners of Pulcinella’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
This kid was clearly using others’ influence to intimidate him!
But he had to take it seriously.
The main reason was that the House of the Hearth might be involved.
It had enough capability to stir up a grand protest and make him lose the people’s trust.
After some weighing, Pulcinella spoke slowly: “Regarding the missing person cases, I will give you the maximum degree of support.” His promise still only stayed on the missing person cases.
But for Alex, it was enough.
He gave a gentle smile, “Mayor, this is definitely a wise choice.” Pulcinella snorted with a bit of dissatisfaction, “Perhaps!” Being manipulated by a young man much younger than himself was, after all, unpleasant.
He paused, his expression turning serious: “I need to remind you of one thing: another Harbinger is involved.” “Don’t worry,” Alex’s tone was firm, “I won’t involve him.” Pulcinella nodded, agreeing with his approach.
If another Harbinger were involved, it would be almost impossible for Alex to successfully abolish the human experiments.
“Fine, you may go.” He lowered his head and picked up the documents again, “I still have official business to handle.” However, Alex stood in place, unmoving.
“What is it?” Pulcinella looked up, his brow slightly furrowed.
Alex held out his palm, a composed smile on his face: “Mayor, you haven’t given me your’support’ yet.” Pulcinella sighed helplessly, then pulled open his drawer and threw him a seal engraved with a palm.
“Take it.
But remember—don’t go around shouting that I was the first to support you!” Alex took it solemnly and put it away carefully, his face full of sincerity: “Mayor, I, Alex, have always been honest and trustworthy.
I would never do such a shameless thing!” These words were spoken forcefully, but Pulcinella had a faint, uneasy feeling.