By the time Heliga pulled out of the Rubacher warehouse in the valley, it was late afternoon.

He casually carried a wrapped gem in his pocket, but what he was thinking about was a few very strange-looking medical reports—no doubt, this medical report, which had something to do with the mafia, was naturally unsigned, and the author himself presumably did not want to have anything to do with Rubacher. But Helliga could see that it was a very professional report, and it could never be done by a student who was just starting out in medicine. In this sense, it can be regarded as a great narrowing of the scope of what needs to be explored.

"Forget it...... Let's go have a meal first. "I remember further north there would be a mining town called Mainz...... Oh yes, that's where they were planning an attack when they were chatting just now. ”

The mining town, as the name suggests, is a place where people gather to live with the mining industry as their main goal and development object. Unlike the usual integrated towns, there is no doubt that it was built for the various needs of the miners; And a lot of physical work needs the most in addition to supporting safety protection facilities, which is nutritious and delicious hearty meals.

Compared with the exquisite dishes of different flavors from all over the mainland in the high-end restaurants in the city of Crossbell, the common characteristics of the restaurants in the mining town can only be described in one word: large quantity. This is the conclusion that Heiliga came to as she looked at the large bowl that had barely been emptied, and hiccuped.

"Boss, do you still have a guest room?" After eating and drinking, Helriga leaned back in her chair and beckoned to the owner of the shop, who was running the shop alone.

"And." The boss smiled honestly and innocently, just like the miners in the mining town.

"I'll be staying here tonight." Heiliga gestured.

"Ah, a knowing choice." "It's this time," said the man, "and it would take hours to return from here to Crossbell. Usually I don't talk about it for the time being, but these days on the mountain road leading to the town, it is said that there are demonic beasts that attack passers-by......"

"Is there such a thing?" Heliga had already known the whole truth, but asked in surprise. He wanted to see what exactly Rubacher wanted to do here, and what the inhabitants thought of it.

"Yes......" The boss was worried, and then the boss who opened the chatterbox couldn't stop the car and told everything that had happened in the last few days.

After saying this, the boss gave him the key to the guest room after telling the young (seeming) boy a thousand times. Heiliga looked at the figure of the boss continuing to work again, and had mixed feelings.

"Sure enough...... No matter what world you are in, are you a silent honest person who suffers......"

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As night falls, the noisy mining town gradually returns to calm. At the end of the day's hard work, the miners emerge from the tunnels in the huge pit – and after that, the mining town begins to sink into a kind of carnival and nightlife that is unique to this area.

Some sit shirtless with their companions and play gambling games at poorly decorated card tables or mahjong tables – some complacent at the money they've earned for the next week's drinks, others frustrated at losing tomorrow's day's meals. There are also people who don't care about the exhaustion and sweat of their bodies, do not take a shower or fall into bed early to rest, but go to the door of the bar or in front of the barbecue stall to sit side by side, sip beer and skewers, and sigh at the beauty of life. Of course, many more simply take a shower after returning to their homes and fall asleep.

As the street lights dimmed and the people who had enjoyed life in the middle of the night dispersed, the door of the hotel was pushed open for the last time—two drunken miners, staggering and staggering forward, muttering to each other about how they had behaved at the table. They had long since lost their vigilance, unaware that they were being targeted by danger—until the strange roar suddenly sounded.

In a trance, the two saw that three wolf-shaped demonic beasts covered in darkness had unknowingly forced the two of them into a corner. The sharp teeth reflected by the moonlight, and the bloodthirsty eyes that didn't take the two seriously, immediately scared the drunk two people awake, and while the wine was all gone, cold sweat broke out.

The three demonic beasts pressed forward step by step, quickly squeezing the trembling two people into the corner. The two had no way out, so they had to hold on to each other, shivering, and their faces turned pale.

"Goddess ......" Helpless and desperate, the two can only pin their hopes for life on the ethereal gods. However, against the dim light and the silence of the surroundings, this prayer is more like a cry before death.

Whoosh - a sharp blade shot out of the darkness, as if the goddess heard the cries of the two and descended on the salvation. In an instant, a demonic beast was shot in the neck by a sharp blade, and before the blood could flow out, it was frozen—it turned out to be an ice pick.

Seeing their companion's death in an instant, the remaining two demonic beasts felt threatened, so they had to let go of the persecution of their prey in front of them for the time being, and instead looked vigilantly into the depths of darkness, where there was a giant beast that devoured the lives of their companions. However, the strange thing is that even as magical beasts, their eyesight is far stronger than that of humans, and even in that deep darkness, they can still distinguish solids and silhouettes, but they can't find the perpetrator of the attack.

"Watch out, two! Close your eyes. At this moment, a flirtatious voice suddenly sounded. With a sound around the corner, a small black ball was silently thrown over. Although the two miners were flustered, they instinctively did as they were told and closed their eyes. In an instant, the light brightened, stabbing the two demonic beasts into a wail. The bright light dissipated, and they had to crawl on the ground, completely losing their arrogance just now.

"Well done, Randy——!" The baby-faced, immature young man in the uniform of the investigator looked very happy and patted the shoulder of the red-haired young man next to him, who was half a head taller than him.

"It's a flashbang." A wicked smile appeared on the corner of the red-haired youth's mouth, and he held a huge axe gun of equal height in his hand, "It seems that it is quite effective against these untrained pups." ”

And at the end of the path, two young girls also appeared here vigilantly—one was plump and proud, his pretty face was full of seriousness under his shawl and silver hair, and his hands holding the guide gun were also steady; The other was petite, with something huge on his chest as if he had something big on his chest, and the tip of his magic wand glowed with a chill.

"Special Mission Support Bureau" - a police team that will have great influence on the entire continent in the future, the first appearance of the young age!