Oreo opened his eyes in a daze, glancing out the window quickly.

It's good, it's just dawning, which means that my terrible biological clock has finally adjusted.

"Caron!"

He whispered to the manservant, who had eaten very little for dinner yesterday and was now hungry.

No one answered him, and it seemed that Caron had already gone out.

Rubbing his swollen eyes, Oreo sat up like a fool and stared at the miniature sign of the office for a long time.

He had long made up his mind not to participate in the intrigues among the nobles, but in the end he was half-pushed and half-caught up.

What's even more infuriating is that I have been working on this case for several days, but in the end I have found nothing.

Oreo stood up and muttered dejectedly.

"You're such a piece of shit."

Finally reaching the door, Oreo was about to open the door to take a look, but the wooden door was slammed open again.

Fortunately, this is not the first time such a situation has happened, Oreo immediately dodged away, and then stared at the visitor with wooden eyes.

Reka panted.

"Oh no! Tamia has been caught! ”

It must have been the pool of blood on the ground.

Oreo pursed his lips and pretended not to know.

"What's going on?"

"God knows how!"

Reka walked past Oreo, picked up the water glass, and poured two sips of water before speaking.

"Kathu said that catching Tamiya is what it means, and I don't know what that's all about."

"The meaning of the above."

Oreo pointed to the top of his head, "Isn't Tamia the granddaughter of the Marquis?" ”

Reka put down the glass and said helplessly.

"It's a granddaughter."

“......”

Oreo spread his hands.

"Reka, I understand your grief, but with all due respect, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Can't you just think of a way!"

Reka closed the wooden door and said in a low voice.

"My men saw you and Tamya yesterday, you two are pitch black!

Tell me, did you go to the Red Stone Club? ”

Facing this upright partner, Oreo had to nod.

Reka asked.

"It seems you've found evidence against Kathu, or the man behind him?"

Oreo shook his head.

"It can't be said to be evidence, only motives."

Hearing footsteps on the street, he raised his voice and said.

"Caron, stay outside."

Soon the voice of the valet came from outside the door.

"Yes, young master."

Oreo gathered his thoughts and spoke succinctly.

"Kathu has an agreement with the robbers that the robbers will leave them some important safe. But instead of keeping their promise, they took the contents of the safe in advance. ”

He paused.

"And what's even more terrifying is that Kathu suspects that the thing was taken by Tamya."

"These bad guys."

Reka said angrily, "But they don't have any evidence either!" ”

"I said Reka,"

Oreo spread his hands, "For some big people, the evidence doesn't matter, they will definitely interrogate Tamia until the 'evidence' is plucked out of her mouth." ”

Reka clenched his fists.

"So what now!"

Oreo didn't answer his question, but spoke to himself.

"Then Tamia will definitely confess to me... That's a problem. ”

Reka stretched out her right hand and shook it in front of Oreo.

"So you hurry up and find a way!"

"I'm thinking."

Oreo looked away and looked around the office, Reka suspecting that he was looking for some heavy firearm.

After some searching, Oreo sighed in place.

"Sheriff Reka, we need to do something big to get the attention of the big guys."

"Big deal?" Reka frowned, "And after that?" Won't they interrogate Tamia! ”

"Absolutely."

Oreo stood up, dusting himself off.

"So until then, we'll have to find evidence of Kathu's collusion with the robbers."

Reka asked.

"Evidence? How to find it? ”

Oreo spread his hands.

"It's very simple, as long as you find the robber and notify Kathu, the evidence will naturally fall to stone."

"Tutan is on top!" Reka's eyes widened, "Is your head caught in the door, the robbers have been running away for two days!" Do you know how far a steam locomotive can go in two days! ”

"Of course I do."

Oreo said as a matter of course.

He walked around to his desk and pulled the curtain open behind him.

Hidden behind the curtains wasn't windows, but a map of the continent of Esikana, and if some guys knew how detailed the map was, they would probably tear it down.

Reka stared at the map, he was shocked, but he didn't know what it meant.

"This is Turin."

Oreo pointed to the capital of the Okasim Empire, and then to the buffer zone to the east.

"Out of Turin, they can only run east, nine times out of ten in the buffer zone."

Reka was stunned for a moment, then pointed further east.

"What if they go to the East Ikra Empire, or the Venada Empire?"

"It's not something we're going to look at."

Oreo closed the curtains and said in a deep voice.

"Sheriff Reka, it's time for you to move."

Reka nodded, and quickly entered a state of well-developed limbs.

"What do you need me to do?"

Oreo quickly commanded.

"Mobilize all the agents on Eighth Street and let them all stand guard at the door of the Royal Government Hall.

Workers on Back 3rd Street are going on strike today for the following reasons...... The 14-hour day was too long, and now all the workers are asking for it to be shortened to 12 hours, and they will later go to the Eighth Street Wing to protest. ”

Reka's mouth opened wide.

"I can listen to you, Lord Pravor, but will the laborers listen to you?"

"Of course not."

Oreo shook his head and said as a matter of course.

"They are not instructed by anyone, it is inevitable that the working people will rebel against the exploitation of the capitalists."

"Tutan is on top!"

Reka's mouth opened wider and wider.

"Lord Oreo Pravor, you are rebelling!"

"Sheriff Reka!"

Oreo corrected, "This is an effort to save your sweetheart!" ”

"I..."

Although he always felt that something was wrong, Reka couldn't find the right words to refute it.

Tapping Reka on the shoulder, Oreo reached out and pointed out the door.

"Sheriff Reka, without further ado, let's go."

Reka nodded in confusion and turned to walk towards the door of the office.

He pulled the door open, and the narrow street was already crowded with laborers, laughing and talking in the direction of Ninth Street.

It was a long-planned protest.