Congratulations, You've Become an NPC

March 23, 332 AD.

Royal Capital Ilbery

Near the central fountain, Arno's hands curled up in his sleeves randomly scattered a few crumbs.

The white pigeons parked on the roadside flapped their wings and came to Arno, lowered their heads and started eating.

The weather was sunny and the breeze was gentle.

Pedestrians on the road were chatting, and large areas of fair skin were exposed from their bodies, with a healthy color.

Arno glanced slightly, then retracted his gaze and stopped looking.

Now that things have happened, he no longer has such ordinary desires.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A girl panted and trotted to a stop in front of Arno, with a little sweat on her slightly red cheeks.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Arnaud?"

After calming down her heartbeat, she saw Arno nodded and immediately showed a look of joy.

"Great, I'm Evie Gray from the fifth team of the Correctors of the Ilbelly Intelligence Agency."

The Corrector, the one who intends to correct mistakes, is an imperial intelligence agency located in various cities and counties in the empire. It is an organization that operates covertly.

Noah has tried to reach into this organization countless times, but has failed, and even almost exposed himself several times.

Evie is one of the few people she has installed as a corrector, but her status is too low and most of the time she doesn't have much effect.

For Arno, this is not the case.

Today she is the most important character.

"Lead the way."

Gently tugging on the hood on his head, Arno hid his face deeper.

The empire, or the entire human society, is hostile to the undead, and he can only try his best to hide himself.

"Okay, please follow me."

Evie calmed down her excitement and led Arno towards the headquarters of the Corrector Kingdom.

Along the way, she kept saying all kinds of things to Arnold.

"Mr. Arnaud, do you know? I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Ever since I entered the Correcter, I have been waiting for news from Your Majesty."

"But I don't know why, Your Majesty has never contacted me. I almost thought I was forgotten."

"But this time, the wait is finally here! It's finally my time to show off!"

Like a little bird, Evie chirped.

The happy expression on her face never disappeared.

The active figure was jumping up and down, raising the corners of her skirt from time to time, revealing her beautiful calves.

"Yes, you are the protagonist this time."

Ya Nuo pressed the brim of Ya's hat and whispered.

"However, you didn't even know what I was going to do and just followed me. Aren't you afraid of my failure?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I trust Your Majesty!"

"Yeah?"

Arno smiled softly and roughly rubbed Evie's blond hair tied into a ponytail.

Noah is really trusted.

——

"Stop, who is it?"

In front of the Correcter headquarters, guards stopped Arno and Evie.

Arno ignored his words, but recalled the route he took to get to the Correcter in his mind.

"Is Da Yin hiding in the city?"

It's not hidden very deep, it's just in the city center, not far away from the central fountain, and -

Arnold looked at this building. No matter how you looked at it, it was the back door of a custom shop.

But the person inside is not a female Bodhisattva, but an executioner who kills without blinking an eye.

"It's me, me, don't you even recognize me?"

Evie pointed to her nose and puffed out her cheeks.

"What, isn't this little Evie? Is she assigned to pick up trash again this time?"

The janitor glanced at Evie out of the corner of his eye, not even bothering to look at her.

"It's none of my business where you go to beg for food or pick up trash, but you can't bring people in. That's the rule."

"I'm not a garbage collector. I'm so rude to you."

"It's all the same. The five groups are full of garbage, either garbage pickers or the garbage itself."

The janitor waved his hand nonchalantly.

Evie wanted to argue, but Arno stopped her.

If this continues, attracting other people's attention will be more of a loss than a gain.

"A gatekeeper can treat the staff so badly. It is truly a degenerate organization."

Arno took a step forward, looked at the gatekeeper, and said.

"Who are you, kid? Are you just talking nonsense here?"

"Since you followed Evie, it means you know the situation, right? Then do you know what will happen if you talk nonsense here?"

The gatekeeper slashed his neck with a cruel smile on his face.

But soon, the smile stopped.

"I am Arno Chris, the leader of the internal trial team of the Royal Guards."

Arnuo took out the token that Noya gave him, placed it in front of the gatekeeper, and said calmly.

Under the sun, the giant dragon on the golden token seemed to be resurrected. In the lingering clouds and mist, a pair of wings that could cover the sky could be faintly glimpsed.

"Presumably, you should know this thing, right?"

"What are you doing here, Royal Guardsman?"

"As I said, I am the leader of the internal trial team. When I come here, I am naturally here to judge."

"You are slandering!"

"Whether it's slander or not is not something you can decide."

The cold machine pressed against the gatekeeper's heart, and a bone-chilling murderous intention arose in Arno.

"Get out of the way, or don't blame me."

Arnold lowered his voice.

The gatekeeper was shocked, huge fear swept through his heart, and the fear of death instantly enveloped him.

However, nameless anger also arose with it.

Who dared to do this to him since he was in this position?

"No, don't you dare shoot!"

He shouted, sweat dripping from the gatekeeper's forehead.

"You people from the old aristocratic faction don't dare to kill me. I am a member of His Majesty the Emperor. You don't dare to touch me!"

The more he spoke, the more convinced he became, "You are bluffing and playing with fire. Do you want to start a war? Put down your weapons!"

He was so sure for a reason.

The reform party has an absolute advantage over the old aristocratic forces. Although the Royal Guards have a resounding name, their power is not as powerful as before. Moreover, this is one of the few things the old aristocrats can do.

Once the Royal Guards take action against the reformist forces, the emperor will definitely take this opportunity to completely abolish the Royal Guards organization.

The old nobles would definitely not take this risk.

Therefore, Arno would not shoot.

Not only the gatekeeper, but also Evie thought so, so she didn't stop it.

According to her idea, if Arno makes a fuss, the gatekeeper will take a step back, but nothing serious will happen.

"boom!"

——Until the moment the gun went off.

"To prevent the Royal Guards from doing things, it means to prevent His Majesty the Emperor from doing things, and it will be regarded as treason."

Arno is not here to negotiate or carry out any conspiracy at all.

If there hadn't been that announcement, it would have been possible to figure it out slowly, but now there is no such time.

Time was limited, so Arnold chose to take advantage of the situation to seize power.

"Eh?"

Evie opened her lips, her pink lips trembling.

"Eh eh eh eh eh?"