Before Angelyl returned, Tamia had come first.

She dangled her long legs in front of Oreo, looking smug.

"Your Excellency Plavor, it would be more comfortable to have little Angelyl to take care of you, right?"

Oreo held the notebook and didn't look up.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Of course you do."

Tamia was half-leaning against her desk, as if she was deliberately showing off her long legs.

She untied a cloth bag from her waist, weighed it in her hand, and threw it in front of Oreo.

"Divide your bounty, fifteen hundred gold coins."

"Oh?"

Oreo raised an eyebrow, "Is the City Patrol so generous now?" ”

Tamia sighed.

"The people above have given orders, and of course the City Patrol Bureau will be generous."

"That's right."

Oreo inserted the papers on his desk into his notes, then closed them.

Tamia squinted at the note and pursed her lips.

"How's it going?"

"Almost,"

Oreo paused, adding, "Pretty much nothing to mess with." ”

Tamia pursed her lips, her face full of displeasure.

"You don't trust me at all."

"Uh...... It's not a matter of believing it or not,"

Oreo said with a bitter face, "This list is too complicated, and more importantly, this list can only be used as an index, not as evidence...... Because Merkel is dead. ”

Tamia understood what Oreo meant, but that didn't dampen her enthusiasm in the slightest.

She pursed her lips and said dismissively.

"Isn't it hard to find evidence?"

"Tamia,"

Looking at the grinning sheriff, Oreo said seriously, "It's not as simple as you think. There are 443 people on this list, and many of them are very cautious old fritters, and I have to get them sorted out to start one by one.

It's a hassle, though...... I'm going to do it when I have time. ”

Tamia said thoughtfully.

"What you say is not unreasonable, but when is the time to be free?"

Oreo spread his hands.

"At least not today."

As soon as the words fell, Angelil's excited voice came from the door.

"I'm back!"

She was carrying a large basket of dishes, and she looked like she was ready to cook a hearty Chinese meal.

Angelyl was still familiar, but Tamia felt uncomfortable.

She walked briskly towards Angelyl, smiling nonchalantly.

"Angelil, do you need my help?"

Angelyl didn't see Tamia's strange appearance, she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and her voice was crisp.

"Okay, I just can't do it alone."

The two girls soon crouched together, chattering about something.

It's good that Tamia is here, otherwise it would have been terrible.

Oreo breathed a sigh of relief and retracted into his large chair, his eyes refocused on the notebook.

He had been studying the notebook the previous evening, and the words behind the prostitute's name were indeed ciphers, but they were not complicated.

He glanced at the white notebook, which contained several lists, many of which were of great nobility.

"Huh."

He subconsciously laughed and held the notebook in his hand like a knight holding his sword.

......

After working for more than half an hour, Angelyl's and Tamia's voices rang out at the same time.

"It's time to eat!"

I hate to admit it, but it's a good feeling to be in captivity like this.

Oreo put down his notes and walked briskly towards the table.

The table had been bought by Caron, and it could fit two people to die, and now the table was occupied by all the dishes.

Angelyl untied her apron from her waist and distributed the knives and forks to the two.

"Part of it was done by Tamia."

Tamia nodded, her tone excited.

"Angelyl taught her well, try it."

The steak has been cut, and Oreo forks a piece, dips it in salt and pepper, and puts it in his mouth.

He chewed it twice and thought the steak was a little old, but he said anyway.

"It's made by Tamya, and it tastes good."

"How do you know?"

Tamia let out an exclamation as she pointed to another dish, "What about this?" ”

Looking in that direction, Oreo caught a plate of pitch-black scallops, which didn't look very suitable for human consumption.

He took one in his hand and tore the black skin from the surface, only then did he smell the cheese inside.

He said firmly.

"This is what Angelil did."

Angelyl nodded quickly.

"Well, I was going to make scallops baked, but there was no oven here, so I shoved them into the fire...... It should taste okay. ”

Oreo nodded, picked up the scallops and put them in his mouth, they did taste good.

"It's delicious."

He started with a little comment, after all, he has been cooking alone for the past few days, and it is already rare to be able not to starve to death.

Angelyl and Tamia didn't eat much, and they spent most of their time chatting.

I really don't know why women have so many topics to talk about.

Having eaten and drunk, Oreo touched his round belly and wondered how he should leave the table, when Reka's voice came from the door.

"Oreo, something is wrong!"

Walking into the office, Reka sniffed and walked briskly towards the table.

He sat down beside Oreo with a big grin, reached for a steak and stuffed it into his mouth, and then muttered.

"Angelil, I knew you were here, and your craft was as good as ever......"

Oreo interrupted his tirade, "Reka, what's the matter?" ”

Reka swallowed the steak in her mouth and said.

"As soon as the results of Election Day came out, Angelil was only in second place."

"It's not surprising,"

Oreo raised his eyes, "But who's number one?" ”

Without waiting for Reka to answer, Angelil said quietly.

"Olivia, I think."

Hearing the name, Oreo blinked quickly, but didn't make a sound.

Reka said with a small shout.

"It's her, the daughter of the Duke of Oberon, I heard that she wants to marry the second prince, you must know that the second prince is at least ten years older than her, and these nobles really do everything for this power."

"Second Prince Redia?"

Tamia seemed interested, "The prince who garrisoned the north?" Isn't it rumored that he rarely returns to Turin? ”

Reka spread her hands.

"Who knows? The second prince is a well-known golden bachelor in the mainland, and a woman wants to marry him. ”

Oreo didn't seem to want to be part of the conversation, his fingernails picking at the legs, his eyes wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.