Pudek, who had not slept all night, squinted a little at dawn.

The swollen chest and astringent and dry eyes are telling the middle-aged sheriff that at this time, he should have a good rest when he is no longer young.

But......

Looking at the papers on his desk, Pudeck immediately perked up.

It is only at this time that Pudek will envy those transcendentals, whose physical strength and energy far exceed that of ordinary people, which have always been what Pudek wants but cannot obtain.

Immediately, however, the middle-aged sheriff began to curse in a low voice at the reckless transcendents.

Yesterday's battle on the outskirts of the city, although it did not affect ordinary people, but the 100-meter-long road and cable were completely destroyed, and it was not a trivial matter to repair it.

But worse is yet to come.

Last night, there were more than a dozen arson cases in a row.

There were no casualties, but several buildings were damaged.

"What a bunch of bastards!"

"Can't you just learn from that guy?"

"Although he is cold, he knows what he wants to do, and he will never come nonsense!"

Looking at the report in his hand, the middle-aged sheriff couldn't help but think of Qin Ran.

Regarding Qin Ran's perception, the middle-aged sheriff is extremely complicated.

Even if the middle-aged sheriff is still loyal to his duty, the grace of saving his life is the grace of saving his life, and he can't forget it.

In other words, how can a person who has forgotten even the grace of saving his life be able to do his duty?

Tugging at the neckline that had been loosened, the middle-aged sheriff pondered intently.

He thought he needed to repay Qin Ran's kindness.

Otherwise, it will affect his future work.

Because, he knows very well that his work is destined to cause him and the other party to conflict.

It's not good or bad.

It's just a difference in philosophy.

"What to do?"

The middle-aged sheriff muttered to himself.

And at this time, there was a knock on the door.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

The middle-aged sheriff said.

"Coffee, hot dogs, and salads."

"Coffee has less sugar, and salads don't have salad dressings."

McCall pushed the door open and gestured to Pudeck with the bag of food in his hand.

"Thanks, McCall."

"You can rest today and report on time tomorrow."

The middle-aged sheriff said with a smile.

The reason why the young assistant was given a vacation was not because the other party brought breakfast, but because the other party had not rested for three consecutive days.

And he?

At least I was knocked unconscious by that guy and slept for quite some time.

"Hmm."

The young assistant nodded, turned and walked out.

At the moment when he turned around and opened the door, a trace of helplessness appeared on the assistant's face, and subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged sheriff who had entered the working state again, and couldn't help but want to say something, but before the words could be spoken, the young assistant gave up.

Picking up his coat, the young assistant said hello to the people who were still working overtime, and left the police station quickly.

However, he did not return home.

Instead, I walked to a 24-hour fast-food restaurant not far from my home.

"Ice Coke, Fish & Chips."

After ordering from the waiter, the young assistant walked to the table in the corner.

It was empty, but when the waiter brought the food, a man sat behind the young assistant.

"You're late!"

The visitor said in a low voice.

"I've tried to get there!"

The young assistant replied coldly.

At first, he enjoyed his job and thought it was cool and that he could get a good salary, but as time went by, the longer he stayed with the middle-aged sheriff, the harder it was for him to adjust to his current status, especially when he handed over some secret information to someone, and a sense of guilt would set up.

He really wanted to quit.

But he couldn't get out of the life in front of him.

"As agreed, this is what you want."

The young assistant handed the details of the arson that happened last night to the person behind him, and did not turn around, but just passed the information through the gap in the chair.

The man behind him also handed over a brown paper bag.

The young assistant hesitated for a moment before taking it.

He knew what was inside.

But there is no initial excitement, on the contrary, there is only hot hands.

"It's good to think about something."

"You know very well what happens to you once you break your original agreement."

After the person behind him said something seemingly unintentionally, he stood up and left the fast food restaurant without waiting for the young assistant to say anything.

And the young assistant sat in the fast-food restaurant for a long time before he stood up.

Instead of calling a waiter, the young assistant packed the food himself.

When he walked out of the fast food restaurant and felt the dazzling sunlight, the young assistant smiled weakly.

Oh, yes!

He knew best what would happen to him if he broke the original agreement.

Can......

At this moment, the torment in his heart is worse than death.

……

With a brown paper bag in hand, Similede hurried back to his room at the hotel.

"Fools are contagious."

"I hope you don't do anything you regret."

After tossing the brown paper bag on the table, Similede muttered to himself.

He had seen too many young people like that.

With a little lure, he became a so-called secret agent.

But nine times out of ten, you will regret it.

In the same way, people who regret it will not end well nine times out of ten.

There is a special person in the House of Commons to deal with these regretful people.

Not him.

Nor will he take on such a job.

Because, it's too dangerous!

He's a man who wants to retire in peace!

Therefore, for the next action, Similide was very resistant, but he couldn't refuse.

"What a fucking life!"

After cursing in a low voice, Similede opened the brown paper bag and looked at the materials he had just received one by one, and then, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

Soon, a dense layer of sweat oozed from Similede's forehead.

Unlike the onlookers, as one of the participants, Similede knew these places.

None of them were the temporary strongholds of those who had participated in the ambush.

"Will there really be revenge?"

In the tone of questioning, there is a strong palpitation.

There is no doubt that Similede can be sure that these so-called fires are the work of the man.

And the worst thing is that his next task is to visit each other.

"Awful!"

Similede leaned back in his chair with a slight weakness, muttering under his mouth.

……

17 Langton Ding Street.

After a hearty and pleasant breakfast, Qin Ran walked into the study.

Holding the old book of writing and drawing, he looked at Qin Ran who walked in, and stood up with a smile.

"You must have good news."

Qin Ran said with a smile.

"Live up to the trust of adults."

"Based on the accounts in these secret books, I have some general information about that Lord Mordin."

"First of all, she should not be the craftsman who was imprisoned during the papal period, as rumored, but the holy woman of the Amy Ard sect during the papal period."

"Moreover, this Holy Maiden is very different, not only has the identity of a Holy Maiden, but also should be a powerful warlock and demon hunter."

"She can wield fire, is skilled with a great sword, has a raven, and is familiar with apothecary, mysteries, and carving."

"There is no doubt that in terms of carving, she has reached a level that no one has ever done before."

The old book said slowly.

"Warlock?"

Qin Ran raised his eyebrows.

According to the mysterious knowledge he possessed, warlocks generally rely on the power of the bloodline to exert their strength beyond ordinary people, and the source of the bloodline is the foundation of whether they are strong or not.

It is possible that those bloodlines are spirits from nature.

Or maybe it's a dragon from soaring through the sky.

It could also be from ...... The demon of the bottomless abyss.

Almost instinctively, when Qin Ran heard the word 'Warlock', he thought of the two lines of words that appeared on the base of [Hell Sigh].

Daddy, come and save me!

It's so dark in here, I'm so scared - Mordin!

"What kind of bloodline warlock is she?"

Qin Ran asked directly.

"Demons!"

The old book said the answer with a slightly strange face.

"Demonic ......"

Qin Ran frowned.

"My lord, maybe it's just a coincidence, I haven't found a record of your words in any of the books, and I haven't found anything in the deduction."

The old book said comfortingly.

Is it a coincidence?

It's a pity that he never believes in coincidence!

Qin Ran pondered for a moment and continued to ask, "What else did you find?" ”

"One more important discovery!"

"That Lord Mordin seems to have been involved in some great event, and then he devoted himself to studying the art of carving and merging it with his own powers!"

"However, I can't know what the big event is."

"There's still too little information!"

Standing in front of hundreds of thick books, the old book said with great regret.

In this regard, Qin Ran did not accuse anything.

Because, he knows very well that although there are hundreds of books, all he really needs is a line in each book, or even half a line.

If there were no old books, it would be impossible to get the above information without consuming a huge amount of manpower, material resources and time.

Of course, old books are not everything.

After all, there are some things that are not recorded.

Or the books and scrolls that were recorded, they couldn't find them at the moment.

Time is the most terrible weapon!

Nothing can last forever in time!

Decay and withering are the inevitable laws of time!

Therefore, it is necessary to choose another way.

"Fries?"

Qin Ran shouted outside the door.

"What do you command, sir?"

The 'Freezer' walked in meticulously and responded.

"Do you know how to carve?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Carving?"

"A little, but not proficient."

The Frozen One was stunned for a moment and replied.

"A little, that's enough!"

Qin Ran said with a smile.

……

After visiting the famous pastries and specialty restaurants throughout the city of Eikande, Similede arrived at 17 Langton Street with a large pile of food.

Ding dong!

"Hello, I'm Simmilede, and I'm here to visit Your Excellency 2567."

Very politely, Similede rang the doorbell and began to announce his home to the intercom that was connected, and at the same time held the food in his hand high so that the camera could clearly capture it.

"Wait a minute."

The cold voice in the intercom replied.

After about two seconds, the door opened.

Fries stood there and examined Similede, his gaze lingering on the food in his hand for a moment, and finally, turning his body away.

"Come in."

Fries said.

"Thank you."

Similede said with his head bowed.

Then, Similede followed Fries' and walked towards the study.

In fact, at No. 17 Langdonding Street in front of him, he had already read the design drawings no less than thirty times, and he was really familiar with it, including the secret room, he also knew.

Naturally, it also includes the people who live here.

Freese, Odoc, Emma. Add and the new Goran.

He had already had information about these people before.

also has their own speculations about the true identities of Fries and Odoc.

And Goran?

It is even more knowledgeable.

However, Simmile didn't dare to show it at all at this time.

For him, or for the House of Commons, the identities of these people were completely irrelevant.

What matters is the one who makes these people follow.

Several members of the House of Commons had begun to pay attention to him, and had simply given him the order to 'investigate'.

Truth be told, Similede really wanted to hang up the person who gave the order and beat him up.

Is the Gluttonous King so easy to investigate?

If he is not careful, he will have to die in the line of duty!

Even if everything is safe and sound, he spent two months' salary in order to see each other!

Thinking about his shriveled wallet, Simileade's heart was filled with despair.

Although it can be reimbursed, the complicated process will take at least another two months, and during this time, he will have to cut back on food and clothing.

Inexplicably, when I think of frugality.

Just now, it was just a normal food, but at this time it became delicious inexplicably.

After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Similede couldn't help but warn himself in his heart that this was a 'tribute' to his safety, and he couldn't move, he must not move.

The door to the study was not closed.

Standing at the door of the study, Simi Ryder saw Qin Ran sitting behind the desk.

However, the next moment, his gaze involuntarily looked at the desk in front of Qin Ran.

The desk was very large, but it was full of things at the moment.

Two sharp, unsheathed swords, a dagger smashing into a leather holster, and a pair of leather armor full of age.

Similede's gaze was vicious.

It only takes one glance to recognize that the sword and dagger are items with special powers, and that the leather armor is one of the treasures.

He had seen similar leather armor in the collection room of a certain councillor.

The leather armor was rumored to have been made by the councillor at great expense and in some dishonorable way.

And now?

Similar leather armor was still on the desk, and the owner was engrossed in the strange statue in his hand.

Statue?

Simiradin was stunned for a moment, and then reacted instantly.

The House of Commons inquisitor immediately covered his eyes and knelt there with a thud.

"I know the rules!"

"I know everything!"

"I didn't see anything!"

"I don't know anything!"

As he spoke, Similede crawled out.

"Come back."

Qin Ran said lightly.

"Okay."

Similede turned and crawled back.

"Do you recognize this statue?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Recognize, recognize, it should be the rumored statue of Master Mordin."

Similede stammered.

"Of course I knew it was Mordin's work."

"I'm asking if you know that it belongs to Mordin's work?"

Qin Ran said, and put the statue in his hand on the table.

Similede raised his head tremblingly, carefully put down the hand covering his eyes, first glanced at Qin Ran, and after not finding anything unusual, he looked towards the statue.

And when Similede's eyes came into contact with the statue, his face changed abruptly.