After writing down the method for setting up a Wall of Spirituality and the ritual for sacrificing to the gods, specifically noting that the incantations must be recited in the extraordinary language, Luciel opened the window and, leveraging the night’s enhancement of the Sleepless, leaped lightly from the second floor.
He intended to fight crime at night.
In layman’s terms, a Sleepless is someone who doesn’t sleep.
Luciel couldn’t just sit around not sleeping, so he decided to digest the Arbiter potion while he was at it.
An Arbiter is a professional who acts as a neutral third party to adjudicate disputed matters.
And digesting it isn’t difficult either—just clean up those who violate order and rules, and maintain the rules themselves.
Luciel was now going to use his enhanced body to tell those petty thieves and evildoers taking advantage of the night that they shouldn’t think there was no law enforcement just because it was nighttime.
Besides possessing a charm that convinces others and sufficient authority, an Arbiter also has exceptionally outstanding combat abilities.
Plus, when a crisis truly arrives, acting is no longer the most important thing.
If 22 Sequence 9s were added together, even a typical Sequence 7 would have to tuck their tail and behave.
Now, it was time for the Arbiter, who upholds justice by night, to pass Judgement on those sins.
Come to think of it, Luciel hadn’t really gone out much.
Living in the Peace Agency, he did nothing but train and read during the day.
He didn’t act on the first night, and he slept through the second, until today.
As for the previous half-month?
Back then, he wasn’t very bold and intended to improve his martial strength first.
After staking out the area for a period, he successfully digested the Criminal potion.
That was truly a decent harvest.
Luciel thought to himself.
Also worth rejoicing over was that Luciel, using the Sleepless’s vision—which was quite excellent even without light—spotted an act of defiance against the rules.
A fierce-looking man was holding a knife, the tip pointed at another man wearing a suit.
The man with the knife had a slight bulge in his lower body…
“You’ve got to be kidding me?
Eat something decent for once!” Speaking of which, shouldn’t it be a hot older sister dressed scantily, with curves in all the right places, in this kind of situation?
Why is it that when I’m the one doing the saving, it’s a middle-aged salaryman uncle with a receding hairline?
And honestly, if even an uncle like this can encounter such things, what is wrong with this world?
Elderly, subway, mobile phone.
Never mind, robbery is ultimately a provocation against the rules.
Violating the rules should be handled by a third party.
He carefully observed the robbing man: big and tall, covered in flab, lacking any signs of exercise.
His skin was rather fair, his hands were delicate, and there was a black, circular hole mark on both of his wrists.
Furthermore, his gaze was very strange.
As an Unwinged Angel who had already begun stepping into the Abyss, Luciel was very sensitive to malice.
The man’s desires and the state he should have been in were very off.
Perhaps today’s reward will be quite good.
Luciel stopped overthinking and approached the knife-wielding man silently, arriving at his side without him noticing.
Just at the moment the knife-wielding man was about to strike, Luciel suddenly appeared and startled him.
Taking advantage of this opening, Luciel kicked the knife out of his hand.
The knife-wielding man was shocked by this sudden turn of events.
He turned his head to look at Luciel, his eyes full of ferocity.
“Who are you?
This face, this face is so pretty!
Come over here and give me a s…” When the knife-wielding man’s knife was kicked away, he had turned around viciously to see who had ruined his good time, only to see Luciel’s face without any disguise.
The man’s expression changed instantly, shifting from a fierce look to a lecherous one.
Fortunately, Luciel was smart.
Before those filthy words could disgust him, he manually “muted” him.
Since his 1.7-meter height made it difficult to choke the man’s neck effectively, Luciel quickly kicked the man in the back of his knees, forcing him to his knees.
Then, he quickly grabbed his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe—a manual mute.
Luciel’s expression was very serious at this moment.
“According to the Criminal law, those who commit robbery of public or private property by violence, coercion, or other methods shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years, and shall be fined.
Since you have already done this, you should face Judgement.” “Who the hell are you?
My robbery has nothing to do with you!” Even though his face was turning purple from being choked, the knife-wielding man remained extremely arrogant, his mouth unbridled, while his hands struggled to pry Luciel’s hand off his neck.
Seeing the knife-wielding man struggle, Luciel let go of his neck and quickly moved behind him, kicking him flat onto the ground and stepping on his back, rendering him unable to move.
At this moment, the man in the suit recovered from his shock and looked at Luciel gratefully.
“Thank you for saving me.” Luciel nodded.
“Everything here was captured by surveillance.
Call the police.” Afterwards, he took out a rope, tied the man up, and prepared to hand him over to the police.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly sensed an unusual aura.
This aura was fleeting and existed for a very short time.
Soon, a faint white mist began to spread.
Quickly, the uncle in the suit lying on the ground was covered by the mist.
Luciel suddenly felt his hand lighten; the knife-wielding man on his hand seemed to have vanished.
Why say “seemed”?
Luciel had activated his Eye of Secrets as soon as the white mist appeared.
These mists that obscured vision still existed in his eyes, but what Luciel saw was only a thin layer of haze.
The knife-wielding man was still in his hand, but the opponent didn’t take this opportunity to launch a surprise attack to save this person.
It seemed this fog wasn’t meant to save the man.
Heh, what kind of trick could this be?
Luciel would soon find out.
Just at this moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the small alley, accompanied by the white mist.
Looking closely, it was a white-furred fox standing on its hind legs.
Its posture was lithe, swaying its waist and hips, and it even covered its face with its right front paw.
Even so, every step the fox took seemed so elegant and charming.