Alan and Renard were silent for a while.

Only the long and rhythmic breathing of the two of them could be heard in the entire spacious room.

"By the way, how were the casualties last night?"

Renard did not look up and replied, "It is still under statistics. No one in our executive department has died, but someone is seriously injured. However, about a dozen people in the Public Security Bureau have died, and about 30 people will be transferred to the logistics department in the future."

"How can I explain it to the public?"

Some curious voices rang in the room, which was something Allen really wanted to know, because such a big noise and casualties last night were definitely impossible to take them over easily.

Although Allen has not received specific information through Renard, judging from his running around the city last night, the number of casualties killed or injured in the beast tide last night in the earthquake and the beast tide last night was at least nearly a thousand, or even more.

Such movements were a number that should not be underestimated even in the feudal era of the Middle Ages. However, at that time, even if the death toll was relatively large, they could still be strongly suppressed by those in power.

But now it is different. In this era when people's wisdom has been opened, even in the empire, there are still a series of ruling classes such as aristocrats and imperial power, but the will of the people still need to be taken into account.

The movement last night was definitely not something that could be fooled by simply being fooled. It was a natural disaster, but it could be said that it was a tide of beasts afterwards. The skeleton forest was mutated, and the entire empire had never expected it. The city guards fighting to the death was considered a crime of non-war.

However, there are still scattered abyss creatures running out of the encirclement, and the number of people killed is second. The key is that this is absurd existence in knight novels at first glance. If it appears in the world, it will definitely have an unprecedented impact on the three views of the people you see.

You can still get rid of the devil hunting spider, but the existence of the four-armed snake demon and the little inferior demon is really unsuccessful.

If there is no certain treatment, although there are not many people, it will not cause much trouble to the current situation of extraordinary hiddenness in the entire world, according to the extraordinary ban, they also need to be dealt with in a certain manner, but I don’t know what the specific method is.

"This is easy to do. We have a complete set of procedures and procedures. For people like them who are only exposed to extraordinary things, they just need to sign a confidentiality agreement with a legal constraint effect."

"For those who may know some of our information, we will block the memory and then implant a false memory."

"The most advanced thing is naturally the clearance of memory."

"Of course, there is another way to finish it."

Alan nodded thoughtfully beside him, and did not ask what the final method was. It was obvious that humanitarian destruction was destroyed.

"Then are there any side effects of this memory removal?" Allen asked suddenly.

"Do you know when the caster starts contacting the soul?"

"It's the silver level, even the undead mage will only show the expertise of this profession after the silver level."

"So generally, memory removal requires a silver-level caster to do it, and you will know how difficult it is."

"More importantly, although the silver level has begun to contact the soul and understand the soul, it is not well understood after all. It is okay to use memory blockade, thinking seals and other things, so you can basically just put a template."

"But memory removal does not harm the soul and consciousness, which requires strong control."

"So, although there is an option to clear the memory, I usually don't choose this one."

Renard said here, and it seemed that he had come back to his senses from the gloomy atmosphere before, "I said, you don't want to use this method."

Allen stood up from the bed and stood aside to start exercising his muscles and bones. "Even if there are no future problems, I won't use this method, let alone such a troublesome."

"What do you do?" Renard looked at him with some amusement.

Jingshu, only Jingshu. This spacious room was originally used for office work, but after solving the problem last night, some wounded people rested on the spot, so they vacated the other rooms and placed most of the debris in several nearby houses.

Allen's wound was not very serious, and he had no muscles and bones, but had skin trauma. If he hadn't been in a weak state, [secondary regeneration] plus the holy light in his body, he would probably have recovered almost when he woke up. So he did not compete with other wounded people for a seat, so he asked for a camp bed and came here to lie down.

Of course, he was actually afraid that his uncle and Hughes would come to see him, so he didn't know how to answer.

Allen put on the clothes that were placed aside, then carefully took care of his appearance, put on his own windbreaker, and carefully covered the wound on his shoulders.

"What else can I do? Be honest." Allen shook his clothes, originally going to smooth out the wrinkles and threads on the clothes, but found that the windbreaker was unexpectedly of good quality.

Not to mention wrinkles, even the actions of rolling on the ground last night did not cause any damage.

"This is the easiest, but there are regulations." Renard did not stop him, but just raised his own questions.

"I don't explain it clearly. I just say that the official functional departments of the empire are interested in me. Isn't it better to have a special talent recruitment order or something like that?"

Allen seemed to have thought about it, and said calmly that he was going to go through the back door, "Don't tell me, you can't handle such a thing."

"Okay, I'll get one for you later."

"But you are mentally prepared."

Allen is moving his muscles, hands and feet, preparing to not let others see his weakness and pain later.

"What's the matter?" Allen had an unknown premonition after hearing this.

"Because of this emergency, the military is not very good at making big moves, but our executive department's recruitment of newcomers and training will likely be ahead of schedule."

"That is, your good days are gone for a few days."

Allen's movements froze, and his neck turned like a mechanical rotation in the direction of Renard.

"When is the news?"

"The official document has not been issued yet, it's just a rumor, but it should be true."

Renard also stood up from Allen's bed, walked to Allen's side, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly.

Click.

Renard opened the door and walked in front of Allen. He glanced at Allen who had not yet moved, raised his eyebrows, "Let's go, don't think about it."
Chapter completed!