Oreo was woken up by the sound of rain.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and was just about to adjust his sleeping position, when the sound of the rain suddenly intensified.

Like a war drum, it hammered against the fragile wooden roof.

I can't sleep at all.

He only got up from his chair and wandered around the office boredly, like a sleepy beast.

The trapped beast quickly finished his patrol, and finally lay down by the window, staring at the rain in the street, not knowing what to think.

It's been more than a month, and Caron hasn't come back yet, and I don't know if he's dead.

He should have known that he should have been brought back to Turin, rather than letting him blow in the land of Rausch, who knows how long he was going to blow.

Suddenly, a cold wind poured in through the window, swirling around the room, emitting a piercing scream.

"Shhh...... Damn the weather. ”

Oreo clasped his arms and stayed as far away as he could from the closed window.

This is the case in Turin every year, with rain at the end of summer and autumn after sunshine.

"Smack."

A drop of rain seeped in from nowhere, dripping on the carpet worth 6,399 gold coins, knowing that the carpet was newly bought.

"Oh my God!"

Oreo let out a pig-killing scream, grabbed a barrel, and scrambled towards the leak.

After that, he lay on the floor, turned his head in an eerie arc, and stared intently at the ceiling as if he were staring at a prisoner being interrogated.

At this moment, I believe that even if there is a drop of rain seeping down, he can catch it in mid-air.

He stared at it for a long time, until his neck was almost broken, and he stopped the meaningless action.

Oreo said through gritted teeth as he got up from the ground.

"Damn Mrs. Megan, you still have to charge two gold coins for rent for such a house, and you deserve hemorrhoids!"

With that, he picked up a piece of bread, retracted it back into place, and tore at it with a hideous face.

Tutan was on top, and the bread that had been left overnight was as hard as a steel plate, but Caron was not there, so how could Oreo, who was negligent in cooking, cook it himself.

Besides, he's still a nobleman!

After two bites of bread, Oreo felt that his cheeks no longer supported him, so he had to put the bread down and stare at the air in front of him with fierce eyes.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at the door, and before Oreo could say please come in, the man pushed the door open.

Reka put away the black umbrella and was about to walk into the office, but under the terrible gaze of Oreo, he had to retract his steps and mutter.

"Isn't carpet just for stepping on?"

Oreo shouted.

"My new carpet only holds clean soles."

"I really don't understand you,"

Reka shook his head, "I'm willing to buy a carpet with six thousand gold coins, but I'm not willing to pay two gold coins a month's rent." ”

"If it weren't for the frugality of two gold coins, where would the carpet of six thousand three hundred and ninety-nine gold coins come from!"

Oreo said heavily.

Reka squeezed out an embarrassed but polite smile, then raised the newspaper in his hand.

"Actually, nothing else, I just want to tell you that the labor bill has passed, and now workers only have to work 12 hours a day."

"That's good news."

Oreo nodded, looking like he was about to speak.

Reka knocked on the doorframe and made a gesture of turning and leaving.

"I'll go first if it's okay?"

"Hey,"

Oreo really stopped him, "If you want to eat in your cafeteria, how much do you have to pay for each meal?" ”

“......”

Reka was stunned, but when he saw the contents on Oreo's table, he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, it seems that in the days when your manservant was away, you didn't even eat a full meal."

"Your feet!"

Oreo stood up and stared straight at Reka's boots.

Reka retracted her right leg and stood outside the door.

He thought for a moment before he spoke.

"The cafeteria doesn't cost money, but you have to do me a favor."

"Whew," Oreo sighed and nodded helplessly.

"What's busy, if it's too much, forget it."

"It's certainly not hard for you,"

Reka's eyebrows fluttered, "A woman died last night, in a nobleman's house. ”

Oreo rolled his eyes.

"Is this a thing?"

Reka said with a grin.

"Of course it's not that simple, the point is that everyone doesn't know the identity of the woman, and there are no witnesses around, I guess it's probably a poor prostitute, that's why I came to you to ask."

"Sheriff Reka,"

Oreo said coldly, "That's what you're here for." ”

"Of course not!"

Reka patted the newspaper in his hand and said righteously, but his serious expression only lasted for a moment.

"That's just one of the purposes of my visit, and the food in the bureau is really delicious."

“......”

Oreo shook his head and snapped the top hat back into his head.

"Take me to see it."

The rainstorm came and went quickly, but the coolness did not diminish at all.

It seems that he has not yet adapted to this sudden weather, and there is no one on the street.

Reika took two steps towards Eighth Street, only to notice Oreo walking in the opposite direction, and he quickly called Oreo to stop.

"Eighth Street is over here!"

Oreo didn't even look back, and said impatiently.

"Follow me."

Reka pouted, but slid along.

With Reka in hand, Oreo walked all the way to Eleventh Street, looking from brothel to brothel.

Reka hurriedly took two steps back, keeping a distance from Oreo.

Only people who do not enter the stream will come to this kind of brothel, even if it is to investigate the case, it is better to avoid suspicion.

Oreo stopped and yelled at a brothel.

"Emma!"

It wasn't long before a young prostitute ran out and said in surprise when she recognized Oreo.

"Mr. Oreo, is there anything wrong with you?"

"Isn't Emma here?"

Oreo glanced inside, "Or find a well-informed prostitute and ask her to go out with me." ”

"Well-informed prostitute..."

Just as the young prostitute was at a loss, a gentle voice sounded behind the two.

"I'm not a well-informed prostitute."

Reka turned around vigilantly and gasped.

Angelyl was dressed in riding boots, a black robe was draped over her upper body, and her long hair was neatly tied back at the back of her head, revealing a smooth forehead, which looked heroic.

Pushing Reka, who had committed the nymphomaniac, aside, Oreo looked Angelyl up and down.

"Miss Angelyl, did any of the big men invite you out hunting today?"

Angelyl pursed her lips and smiled, slowly shaking her head.

"That's all I have left at home for autumn."

Oreo nodded.

"Looks like the tailor shop in the city will make a lot of money today."

Reka greeted in a hesitant greeting, holding out his right hand.

"Little... Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Angelyl shook him politely.

"You're Sheriff Reka, Mr. Oreo often talks about you."

Reka nodded proudly, just about to say something, but saw Oreo go away with Angelyl.

He hurried to follow the two of them, and heard Oreo speak in the distance.

"He's definitely going to take you for a prostitute, and I'll have to tell Sheriff Tamya about that."

Angelyl still pursed her lips and smiled.

"I kind of like Sheriff Reka, like you say, silly, cute."