After a morning of talking about life with Tamya, the two thought that Reka would come immediately after a meal, but by the time Reka arrived at the City Patrol Bureau, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

If it were another half an hour at night, the felon, Oreo, would have absconded with Sheriff Tamia in fear of crime.

"Tamya, have you gathered all the manpower?"

Reka hurried into the interrogation room, apparently having already picked up the news.

Tamia shook the whistle in her hand.

"Everyone is waiting for you."

"It's almost time, let's go now."

Reka nodded and turned to head out.

Everything that should have been explained had already been explained, but Oreo still explained two sentences, and then watched the two walk out of the office building.

There was a dense crowd of police officers standing outside the office building, they had no idea what was about to happen, they only knew that the acting chief Reka's recent behavior was too strange, so strange that it was a little abnormal.

But who let him hug Lord Rackmond's thigh, for Reka's strange behavior, the veteran sergeants of the City Patrol dare not speak, and can only curse in their hearts that this arrogant acting director will return to the West as soon as possible.

......

The City Patrol was soon empty.

Oreo took his cup and walked into the cafeteria consciously.

Because of the early departure, the sheriffs had eaten dinner, and there were only three chicken legs left in the rice bowl.

Oreo nibbled on a chicken leg, and after thinking for a moment, he took the remaining two chicken legs into his arms and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Now the people of the City Patrol and the people of the Thunder Lion Legion are facing off on Ninth Street, and no matter what the outcome is, this matter will definitely reach the palace, so there is no need to add fuel to the fire.

After thinking about it for a long time, Oreo decided to go to Sixth Street.

He obediently walked into the interrogation room, set up the stand-in puppet, locked the door of the interrogation room, and climbed out of the window.

After all, Reka's excuse was to arrest himself and bring him to the City Patrol Bureau for interrogation, and it wouldn't be good if someone found out that he had slipped away.

When he had done all this, he dusted his hands and walked briskly towards the stables of the City Patrol.

Sure enough, because the whole army had gone on the march, the stables were empty, and Oreo sighed again for this doomed and bad end.

Luckily, the City Patrol is on Sixth Street, and it's late afternoon, so you should be able to walk over to catch the evening show.

It's now the end of the third round of competition, and hopefully Angelyl won't go wrong again.

The deceitful nobles did not bring the bad news back to Turin, so the streets were still full of people.

Following the crowds, Oreo walked towards the Ocassim Recital Hall, the busiest theater in Turin.

And tonight, the third round of the Black Queen will be held here, and for many people, tonight is a fateful night.

As we got closer to the Ocassim Recital Hall, there were very few vendors in front of the theater today, and it seemed that the people of the back three streets were worried about the afternoon.

Unlike when he arrived, Oreo had changed into a well-fitting coat from a certain gentleman, and the top hat on his head had been renewed.

As for the leather shoes on his feet, it took a lot of effort, because of the small feet, Oreo managed to find a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man in the crowd.

Pulling him into the alley, the two exchanged close views, and when they came out, Oreo had changed into new leather shoes.

As for the invitation......

Oreo glanced at the scalper in the distance, who was groping around with him in a panic, and the action made one wonder if he had lost a kidney, or some other organ.

Walking into the Golden Hall, melodious light music comes from afar, and incense is hidden in the air.

As soon as you enter here, the gray crowd on the street seems to be dyed gold, and they are all radiant and smiling.

After picking among the invitations, Oreo chose a back edge and looked at the stage from afar.

Closest to the stage are five round tables, which, as in previous years, belong to the five best competitors, and their supporters will be invited to take their seats.

This is not only an honor for the contestants, but also an honor for the supporters to be invited to sit at the moment when everyone is looking forward to it.

I had inquired when I came, and Angelyl was currently in the first place, her light blue table in the center.

Just like seeing his daughter get good grades, Oreo was very relieved in his heart.

Gradually, the whispers in the field became louder, and it seemed that a big man had arrived.

Following the gaze of the crowd, Oreo saw the group walking towards the second table.

The people present are all aristocrats, and being able to be invited to sit is not only a respect for their status, but also an affirmation of their financial resources.

There were only five seats at each table, and now there were three people seated at the second table, one of whom was Fabien Corda, the son of the Minister of Finance, who was a well-known nobleman in Turin, and the other two were his henchmen.

is worthy of being a member of the Korda family, and even brought two followers, and he alone occupied three positions, which shows that he has invested heavily in the second competitor.

Gradually, the other four tables were filled, but Angelil's table remained empty.

Oreo took out his pocket watch from his bosom, the minute hand had almost finished turning, but Angelyl had not seen a figure on the table, what was this girl thinking?

What Angelyl was thinking, Oreo vaguely understood.

Maybe that table was reserved for me......

No, that table must have been reserved for itself.

Angelyl asks Peggy to invite her in the morning, and Peggy thinks that Angelyl is trying to enlighten her, but in fact Angelyl just wants to use this excuse to meet her

– at this most important moment.

Oreo sighed helplessly and tucked his pocket watch into his palm.

Tonight is the last of the third round of competition, and in addition to the strength of the performers themselves, the support of the nobles is also an indispensable part.

The nobles will give dragon blood flowers to the girls they like, and according to the ranking of the number of dragon blood flowers, the girls will get gradually decreasing points.

In the final competition, these points are crucial.

But Angelyl wasn't going to invite anyone.

It is true that she can advance to the fourth round of competition even if she doesn't count the points of the Dragon's Blood Flower, but doing so will leave a bad impression on the nobles.

Especially for her potential suitors.

A minute before seven, Oreo took one last look at the table.

Angelil's table was still empty, which was humiliating, but Oreo had no intention of taking a seat.

Angelil's liking is liked, but Oreo doesn't feel that this liking has anything to do with him.

"Snap"

The gas lights in the hall suddenly went out, and bits of fluorescent light began to appear on the stage, and people held their breath in tacit understanding.

The first contender is about to appear.