"Good morning, Lord Michel." Noticing that the Lord appeared outside the gate of the police hall, the young patrolman Orlando Carton hurriedly opened the door for him.

This is a famous nobleman in Carterburg, and because he has been assassinated before, he, like several other nobles, has to come to the hall every week to report.

"Good morning, Mr. Orlando." The nobleman said with a smile.

Orlando Caton froze, and the young patrolman thought back to him—Mr. Michelle probably didn't know himself, how did he know his name.

With such doubts, Orlando saw the gentleman pointing to his chest before he could ask, and the young ranger looked down and saw the nameplate on his chest.

I see, Orlando smiled a little awkwardly: "Your Excellency, I really didn't think that you would notice this. ”

"The devil is in the details, Mr. Orlando, that's how I feel as a businessman." The young man smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "By the way, what about your sheriff." ”

"Well, which sheriff are you talking about?" Orlando froze.

"Sheriff Jeff Eagleton, of course, he's a good old man, and if I'm not mistaken, he's supposed to take care of you newcomers." The smiling expression of the Lord made Orlando a little touched and regretted: "Sorry, Your Excellency, Sheriff Jeff Eagleton passed away the day before yesterday. ”

The Jeff Eagleton mentioned by Lord Michelle is a senior whom Orlando respects very much, although he has a bad temper, but he belongs to the kind of old man with a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and his family came to report the funeral the morning before yesterday, and the people of the whole world only then knew that he was dead.

"It's a pity, your director must still be on the third floor." Mr. Michel's face darkened, as if he couldn't accept it, he wiped the corners of his eyes, and then looked at Orlando.

"Of course, Your Excellency, you should know the way, and I won't send you." Orlando nodded, and the young man was very sorry for the thought that old Jeff was dead.

"I'll go up first, goodbye, Orlando Caton." Tat Orlando on the shoulder again, and the Lord walked up the steps.

Orlando watched his back disappear into the second floor, and finally turned to pick up the broomstick—as a newcomer, he needed to clean the hall properly, or he would be too late when he got to work.

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"Mr. Michelle, you're here." Looking at the young man who pushed open his door, the police chief, Kadof Hopkins, reached out and motioned for him to sit down in the chair in front of him.

The young man sat down, and then he looked at the box in Kadoff's hand: "Medal, yours, Mr. Cadoff." ”

"No, it's not mine, it's a distinguished service medal for my old friend Jeff Eagleton." Speaking of his old friend, Director Cadoff was a little out of shape - although this old man was ugly and stubborn, he was the oldest member of the bureau after all, although he was only fifty-eight years old, but the generation that walked in with him had already died.

Jeff has been shot seven times, there are three shrapnel in his body, two bullets have not been taken out, because he is disabled and as a patrol officer, Jeff still works hard, he is in charge of the new rookies every year, Cardoff wants Jeff to be in charge of the archives, because the rookies are not so easy to be responsible, every year 20 new rookies, half of them will choose to resign the next year, and half of the remaining half will lose their lives because of various shootouts and incidents.

Cardoff did not want the old man to suffer too much, especially after his eldest son died on the Northern Front.

But the old man scolded himself for being a bloody dog.

Cardoff didn't mind him scolding himself, because he understood that the old man wanted to teach the newcomers all his life-saving skills.

But who would have thought that this old man would eventually not be able to sleep.

"Do you know, Mr. Michel, Sergeant Jeff 1st Class is the oldest and longest-serving sergeant in our Fort Carter Police Department, and his passing can be said to be a pity for the entire police department." Handing the autograph to Michel, Mr. Director was impressed.

"I also regret that when my father was here, Mr. Jeff was a young patrolman." Michelle signed his name on it, and then sighed: "I remember, I was only about three years old at the time, and I was just beginning to remember, he helped my father recover his wallet, he was a good old man who deserves respect, and his funeral was held." ”

"Not yet." Cadoff replied.

"Then can I ask your bureau to present a bouquet of flowers to Mr. Jeff at his funeral on his behalf, and transfer this gift of mine to his family, you know, I have been in some danger lately, so please help me once anyway."

"That's fine, sir, don't worry." Facing Michel, who took out a check from his pocket and wrote 500 words on the line, Director Kadoff took the check with a solemn face: "Please rest assured, I will give your heart to his family." ”

"Thank you so much." Michel stretched out his hand and clasped it tightly with Kadoff's hand: "It is a great thank you to have a police officer like you and Mr. Jeff to maintain this city and to be a citizen of this city...... What's wrong downstairs. ”

"Ah, yes, what's wrong."

Hearing the screams coming from downstairs, Kadoff went around his desk and pushed the door open, and then he and his guests heard the shouts coming from downstairs.

"How old Orlando is! Here's what's going on! ”

"We found out too late! Damn it! ”

Descending the stairs down the hall, Kadoff saw the young patrolman surrounded by several officers: "It's Orlando!" What's going on! ”

"Director Cardoff, we just came in and saw Orlando fall here, and we just rescued him." The officer, who had stopped compressing his heart, gasped and replied.

"Why don't you continue!" Cardoff roared loudly.

"It's an intracranial hemorrhage, and cardiac compressions can't save it, Director." The other officer said this, and took his hand away from Orlando's forehead, "It's too late, the blood has filled the entire skull, Chief, my technique is no longer effective." ”

"My goddess, what is going on!" Director Kadoff patted his head, and at this moment, he thought of his guest: "Mr. Michel, please leave first." ”

"No problem, Your Excellency, but it looks like I need another gift money." After Michelle finished speaking, he skillfully took out the check and began to fill in the numbers on it.

As the morning sun shines through the window, light and shadow cut the hall to pieces, and Cadoff, who stands in the shadows, looks at the young man in the sunlight in front of him, and is a little ashamed of himself—he used to think that this young man is just a good luck boy with the shade.

But now it seems that he is already a gentleman who has been faked.

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Cross sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, if it was before, Cross would think that she was so ugly in the mirror, and then sit in resentment for an afternoon.

But today, her heart was filled with joy and excitement - for she found that her beastishness had been suppressed.

Yes, suppressed, she used to need to trim the white hairs in her ears and neck every week, otherwise the hairs in these two positions would grow uncontrollably.

And now it's been half a month, although the hair is immortal, but there is no tendency to grow crazy at all, and the terrible whisper has not appeared for a long time, Cross told her adoptive father about this, the latter studied for a day and a night and still had no clue, until now he still locked himself in the research room of the Mage Guild.

But he didn't expect that his daughter had already guessed the reason - it was Marin.

Because of Marin, Jessica broke through the shackles of blood; Because Marin; Faye became the Six Rings.

Now I have to add another one of myself.

Great, Cross giggled happily.

"There are guests! There are guests! The house goblin cried downstairs.

Cross hurriedly put on her coat and rushed all the way downstairs, looking at Lilim, Cross welcomed her in with some curiosity: "You want to come to play with me today?" ”

"It's boring, everyone has something to do, I think about it, you should be free, so let's go shopping."

"Okay."

Perhaps answering too quickly, Lilim squinted at Cross, "You don't seem to have answered so quickly before, is there anything happy about you?" ”

"Ah, is this ......" Cross quickly finished talking about the changes in herself, and her happiness also ignited Lilim's happiness: "That's great, I've always wanted to be a warlock, follow Mr. Marin, I think I can get what I want!" ”

"Then I'll congratulate you first, come, wait for me to change into a coat, and we'll go out to play."

The girls were happily discussing the happy itinerary for the future, and Kloss changed into a new coat, and she and Lilim walked out of the mage tower, and after the house elf brought them to the door, the two girls jumped into the carriage.

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"I never thought that the Sheringham family's Lilim would walk with a half-beast." Watching them jump into the carriage, the halfling in charge of confirmation in the observation group of the Church of Justice frowned: "The parade carriage is the seventeenth carriage in the north-south direction, they should go to the central district, the spring break is really good, it reminds me of when I was young." ”

"When you were younger, you were a little bastard who didn't know how to learn." His team member and recorder, a big-footed dwarf, said with a smile: "But I know that rabbit, the adopted daughter of that old fellow, named Cross, although she is a half-beast Toby rabbit, but she is unexpectedly strong, and I heard that it is still the little gentleman's red face." ”

"When I speak of the little gentleman, I wonder if there are werewolves, rabbits, lambs, elves and leopards among his female companions, and there is no one who is a normal woman?" Speaking of this, the half-body reached out and began to operate the light signal by the window, he wanted to inform the other teams to monitor and protect the Sheringham family's lamb - after all, it was a confirmed fact that the murderer was targeting the members of the surviving family of the warriors in Chinese New Year's Eve.

"You mean, Mr. Little is still a halfling girl or a dwarf girl? Can he afford it? The recorder smiled and asked, "I don't think we're two of our kind to be pleased, after all, there's no comparison, man." ”

"You'll tell the truth, but this guy has a really good life, when I was studying, the girls in my class looked like men, so much so that for a while I had spring dreams and nightmares." At this point, the halfling paused, "No, I feel better at having nightmares, at least I don't have to find myself rolling sheets with the ghost." ”

"Damn, I also have a deep understanding of this, it's terrible."

Gnomes and halflings have reached a consensus on this issue.

I didn't notice at all that the speech I had just made was also transmitted by a light signal.

I didn't expect that those who received the news, in addition to the fifteenth observation post, also saw the nightmare in their mouths.

………………

"Seventeen Observation Post is halfling Jacob and Dwarf Jack, right?" As an observer, the dwarf smiled.

"yes, it's them, what the hell are these two idiots thinking?" The wood elf flipped through the notebook in his hand and added a note to the itinerary: "By the way, there seems to be a second summoning reaction in the summoning area in the north of the city." ”

"As I said, that giant kid will definitely draw the wrong circle, I hope nothing big happens."

"That shouldn't be, after all, Your Excellency the Priest and Mr. Marin are here, and the latter is a powerful guy who can kill Parol City." At this, the dwarf laughed, and both he and his recorder saw the angry signal from the Fourteenth Observatory: "The girls see it! Those two guys are just afraid of death! ”

"Don't laugh, the carriage is coming." The Wood Elves' reminder kept the dwarves distracted, and they watched as the carriage passed by the street they were on, and then began to communicate with the next outpost in the surveillance area.

"By the way, do you think the murderer will come and kill a little lamb?" The dwarf said, looking at his old friend.

"Who knows, but my teacher said well, never talk about logic with a murderer." The wood elf sighed while writing down the itinerary of the little lamb on the note in his hand: "But if I were a murderer, I would never touch this little lamb, her boyfriend is the little gentleman, I don't want to pick a future legendary hero for myself as a mortal enemy, life is so difficult, it's better not to make it more difficult." ”

Then he looked up and saw the light of the fire coming from the north of the city, and heard the sound of an explosion: "Oh my God, what's going on." ”

"Who knows, this giant boy has made a mistake." The dwarf crossed his hands on his hips, looked at the fire that exploded again in the distance and shook his head, his face heavy: "I bet that kid can't even think of passing the magic circle study." ”