The county magistrate was trembling all over, his eyes closed as he shouted for mercy.
"With that pathetic look, you're supposed to be a county magistrate? Stop your ghostly wailing. We aren't with that dead dwarf," the man in black said impatiently, kicking the collapsed county magistrate.
This Dog Official, actually helping the dwarf to harm my master, must be blind or simply too fed up with living.
Hearing this, the wailing county magistrate opened his eyes, saw only several tall men in black standing in front of him, and noticed the grotesquely ugly dwarf was nowhere in sight. Thinking they were not together, he said, "What brings you noble heroes to my humble home? I am but an honest official, poor and incorruptible."
The county magistrate thought to himself since they weren't with the dwarf and had appeared at his doorstep in the dead of night; they must be bandits. So, he hung his head and pretended to be poor.
An honest official? Incorruptible? That's utter nonsense.