Chapter 77 Good evening, Mr. Bishop

"Who is trying to harm me?!"

At this moment, Moselle thought to himself, gritting his teeth in his heart.

Looking at the furious mob before him, he realized that he was at a crossroads that would decide his future.

It was certain that everything that happened tonight would spread like wildfire throughout the entire city... no, even the Southern Province, and even to the distant Imperial Capital.

If he couldn't handle the crisis he was currently facing well, then he would truly be done for.

Moselle's legs went slightly weak.

However, having experienced countless storms over the years, his mentality was naturally far superior to that of ordinary people.

So, although his thoughts were chaotic, his face only showed a slight stiffness, and he didn't appear panicked.

If he himself lost his composure, then the situation would be completely irretrievable.

Thinking thus, Moselle took a deep breath.

Feeling the various gazes in front of him, he suddenly shouted, "Silence!!!"