Watching Falson head toward the inn, Samuel turned and strode off in the opposite direction.
His target was the Enforcent Team’s headquarters.
It wasn’t hard to find.
In Liant Town, locating the Enforcent Team was never difficult. Probably anticipating reports from locals, outsiders walking into traps, or outsiders tearing into each other, there were actually quite a lot of Enforcent Team squads patrolling the city.
They could be seen everywhere.
They usually moved in groups of three, wearing identical uniforms: black leather boots, white trousers, and red military coats, topped with cylindrical leather military caps. They carried long-barreled rifles fitted with bayonets.
The caps covered part of their faces, obscuring their features, but judging only by their builds and heights, they looked almost like a set of triplets.
Soon, Samuel spotted a pair of Enforcent Team squads patrolling near the plaza.
His gaze swept past the fountain statue in the center of the plaza and locked precisely onto a group of Enforcent Team soldiers walking along the plaza’s edge.
He didn’t rush forward. Instead, he paced leisurely across the plaza a couple of tis, as if taking a stroll.
At the sa ti, he watched the Enforcent Team soldiers from a distance, sensing the spirituality within his body.
Sluggishness.
He could clearly feel a sense of sluggishness.
To put it in analogy, it felt like a riverbed choked with thick, filthy mud. Water could still flow, but no matter how you looked at it, it seed dirty.
Earlier, while eating, he had split his focus, manipulating the avatar that had beco a tree outside and the Illusion Magic clone that had turned into a crow and been sent out.
The rules seed to have judged every action he took in the outside world as “communicating with the outside.”
The Strange Tree Samuel opening its eyes and willingly sealing itself, the crow clone leaving the Travel Guide, flying, grabbing a sparrow...
Even each change in movent seed to have been broken down into a separate “cri.”
He had been hit with dozens of “punishnts,” big and small.
Clearly, repeatedly violating the rules had stacked his “punishnt” to a staggering degree.
Each “punishnt” stronger than the last, piling up like a snowball, made the “Restraint” on his body increasingly severe.
It had beco serious enough to affect him to so degree.
That was him, though. If it were any Law Seeker with six or fewer Law Marks in this situation, they would probably be reduced to an ordinary person by the “punishnt”—and not just any ordinary person, but one so weak and immobile they could barely move.
But then again, not necessarily.
After all, an average Law Seeker probably couldn’t force multiple connections with the outside world through this city’s isolation like he could.
Even if they sohow succeeded in contacting the outside, it would likely be cut off by this city’s special properties quickly enough.
An average Law Contemplator would struggle just to force a tiny bit of information out. Only soone like him could also extend his consciousness out to grab a sparrow.
Soon, Samuel put on a harmless smile and walked toward the Enforcent Team squad patrolling nearby.
As he drew closer, Samuel once again felt a new layer of restraint.
Hmm, it was a rule forbidding approach to the Enforcent Team without reason.
He mimicked the soldiers’ movents: his right hand slightly raised as if holding an invisible rifle butt, his left hand swinging, his legs straight as he marched in a stiff goose step.
He looked like an obsessed “military fanatic” who admired soldiers and was lost in a fantasy of worship, step by step walking toward the patrolling Enforcent Team squad.
Among the patrol squad, the soldier on the right noticed Samuel’s approach first.
Hadn’t this man seen the notice posted just this morning?
It instinctively made him frown.
He turned his neck slightly, opened his mouth, and was about to shout a reprimand.
After all, Samuel didn’t look at all like soone coming to report an outsider.
If anything, Samuel’s current behavior was highly suspicious.
The soldier was about to point his rifle directly at Samuel.
But suddenly, he felt as if his head couldn’t keep up with his body, as if his brain and his flesh had been separated.
Everything he saw grew dim, as though he were observing the world through thick glass.
The blurry passersby in the plaza, the gray buildings, the fountain statue... everything lost its clear outline, becoming fuzzy, distorted, and distant. The colors rapidly drained away, leaving behind only a sickening, lifeless gray.
At the sa ti, he felt as if every bone and joint in his body had jamd up, like a wooden puppet lacking lubrication.
This caused his marching patrol movent to stutter for a mont.
But soon, sothing even more terrifying happened.
His body simply carried on, as if he had just tripped over a stone, quickly adjusting its posture and continuing the patrol.
He heard another teammate’s shout of reprimand.
More than one soldier in the three-man squad had noticed Samuel’s approach.
While he was being controlled, another soldier had shouted out a command for Samuel to leave and aid his rifle at him.
But all he felt in his heart was fear.
His teammate hadn’t noticed anything wrong with him.
This sent a chill down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice pit.
He instinctively wanted to cry for help, but the thought of calling out vanished the mont it surfaced, as if erased by a rubber eraser. He couldn’t make a single sound, couldn’t even form the idea of opening his mouth to beg for help. The word for rescue could only remain as a silent thought.
One idea after another raced through his mind.
Chaotic, complex...
Enemy attack! Soone is attacking ...
By the way, what did I eat for dinner last night?
I have to warn the others imdiately...
Oh, right, I had a bowl of soup, I rember adding two slices of white bread.
I’ve been attacked...
Huh? Did I close the door when I left?
The attacker seems to have the ability to control flesh and thought...
More and more thoughts erged, growing increasingly chaotic, nearly occupying his entire mind, making it difficult for him to think properly. Every ti a new idea popped up, it was interrupted by another train of thought.
But he could not react to the outside world at all.
As more and more thoughts surfaced in his head, he suddenly noticed sothing was off.
He felt his mood growing lighter.
While trying to figure out a response, strange thoughts would occasionally pop up.
“Hehe...”
He seed to hear laughter near his ears.
“Heh...”
No, not near his ears—it was inside his head...
Who was laughing?
More and more thoughts erged, more and more ideas bubbled up, completely drowning out his consciousness.
Who... is laughing...
So...
It was .
Soon, the soldiers patrolling with him noticed his abnormality.
The soldier who had driven off Samuel turned to look at him and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong with you?”
He turned his head to look at the soldier who had spoken.
The corners of his mouth lifted into a small smile, as if he were in a decent mood.
But he didn’t say anything. He just shook his head slightly.
“Nothing.”
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