Shadow's Hand-Chapter 33: Pass

"Let me out! I cannot miss the important event to send my children to a prestigious academy."

"Please inform the Seventh Order that I wished to seek their leniency. I'm willing to pay for the guarantee."

"With my noble status, why would I do something as lowly as committing murder? Their dirty love affair that resulted in three deaths has nothing to do with me."

Just when the situation was starting to get out of hand and the uniformed officers were unable to contain the crowd, a loud voice suddenly echoed, causing the crowd to turn silent.

"I have the pass to legally leave the city. So who wishes to rent my carriage?"

The crowd was stupefied by the person's shout. Aside from their nonsensical claim to be able to leave the city, they were trying to search for customers to rent their carriage.

"Just who is this crazy lunatic?"

"Does he take us for a fool?

Although the nobles were desperate to leave, they weren't foolish enough to be swindled by a lowly Coachman—much less a lunatic one.

If there was a legal pass, then why would they be sitting ducks here for a long time? They would have used the legal pass to make their exit from the beginning.

"Officers, why haven't you arrested the lunatic?" Among the crowd, someone suddenly suggested arresting the latter. It appeared that they were genuinely annoyed by the Coachman, but the officers knew they were simply trying to lessen their manpower.

With fewer officers around, there could be an opportunity to possibly slip through the crack to exit. After all, there were no TIs present. Even if caught in the future, they could simply pay a large fee as compensation.

However, it remained true that the Coachman's words were quite disruptive and could easily cause the crowd to start spouting more nonsense.

"Uh, just get the Coachman off the top of his carriage, Gilbert." Frustrated by the crowd, one of the uniformed officers had no choice but to comply a little bit. They told his other colleague to do the job while he maintained the crowd here.

Gilbert knitted their brows slightly upon being told to do the job. 'Why do I always get picked to deal with the crazy one?'

Despite being very reluctant, Gilbert flashed a smile and nodded his head. He obeyed the order and swiftly made his way to the carriage.

Upon arriving at the carriage, he raised his hand and pointed at them.

"You, get down from there—"

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Suddenly, Gilbert found his voice being cut short. It wasn't that he lost his voice or anything, but it was the fact that he saw an insignia being flashed by the Coachman.

'A Seventh TI insignia?' Startled and alarmed Gilbert swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. He was positive that the Coachman was definitely not a TI, but definitely had some connection with the Seventh Order.

An insignia was one-of-a-kind, specifically designed and crafted for the TI. There was no way a TI would allow their insignia to be snatched away—it was impossible.

Thus, the only conclusion Gilbert came up with was that the Coachman was under Seventh's order.

To confirm his speculation, Gilbert purposely lowered his voice and asked, "Are you perhaps under order by the Seventh?"

Upon being asked such a question, Karl's face was somewhat gleeful. When had there ever been an opportunity or day where a uniformed officer would be that polite to him?

Usually, he would have just been scooted to the side or forced to answer unless he wanted to be detained under suspicion.

Taking a deep breath, Karl smiled at Gilbert and gently rubbed the insignia.

"What else? Or did you think I'm capable of snatching it from the Seventh?" He jeered.

Let's not even mention that the crime of stealing an insignia was punishable by death. The mere fact that a Seventh could lose their insignia to someone like him was beyond impossible.

Therefore, Karl was essentially calling Gilbert foolish for raising such a question.

Gilbert also realized the opposing party must have been speaking the truth.

'A Coachman who dared to jeer at an officer must have some backing.' He thought to himself. Now that he realized Karl was acting under the Seventh's order, he could only allow him to do whatever he was doing initially and return to his original position.

When the crowd noticed how Karl continued to chant loudly about auctioning off his carriage for a ride outside the city, they became startled.

"Huh, the officer didn't detain or stop him?"

"Could it be true then?"

The crowd quickly came up with their own speculation, but most of them aligned with how Karl got permission and could really bring them out of the city despite the lockdown.

Meanwhile, Gilbert's colleague, Jackson, was dumbfounded by the situation.

"Why did you return like that?" Jackson raised his voice and held a look of dissatisfaction. "Do you know how the crowd would become uncontrollable?"

Gilbert understood Jackson's frustration, given he would have reacted the same if he had been unaware of Karl's situation. Thus, he hurriedly over and whispered to his ear.

A few moments later, Jackson's eyes widened in complete shock and surprise. He darted his eyes left and right to check the surroundings. And through some luck, Jackson spotted two individuals from afar.

'Detective Dexter and another person?' Stunned, Jackson noticed how Dexter was being polite and somewhat submissive toward the other person. Since the other person wasn't a Sergeant and was unfamiliar to him, there could only be one conclusion: the Seventh Order TI.

'Damn, so Gilbert's words are true. The Seventh is present and allowing the commotion to happen.'

In the blink of an eye, Jackson subtly paved the way away and directed the crowd to focus more on Karl.

"Auctioning a Pass to leave Velgrave City. Highest money comes first, so feel free to bid." Karl shouted loudly. His shout immediately attracted attention—unlike before, this time, he was taken seriously.

The crowd wasn't blind and ignorant to not notice the officers silent approval of the action. In the next instance, numerous shouting of bidding commenced.

Amidst the commotion, from afar, Damien's eyes scanned around the crowd. He wasn't interested in the loudest bidder whatsoever.

Instead, he was focused on those who were more quiet and inconspicuous.

'Come on, drop a high bid or you'll lose this Pass.' Damien sneered inwardly.