"Yes!"

The sheriffs were tired, but the Imperial Chancellor personally supervised them, and there was no reason why they should not continue.

Rackmond nodded, then said.

"Thank you, Reca stay."

Reka quietly moved out of the way, and several sheriffs passing by looked at him with complicated eyes.

He was the youngest sheriff in the City Patrol headquarters, and unlike a middle-aged man, Recarre's resolute style was quickly appreciated by Rackmond.

When this matter is over, he will definitely be a strong contender for the director of the City Patrol Bureau.

As the crowd dispersed, Rackmond coughed several times before grabbing his teacup.

In between teas, he muttered.

"Reka, you're from Ninth Street, do you have any relatives who live on Back Third Street, I want to ask a trusted local."

Reka rolled her eyes, and spoke quickly.

"I don't, but I know Angelyl is a local, and she's a strong contender for this year's Black Queen, and she's very popular on Back Third Street."

After not paying attention to the election of the Black Queen for many years, Rackmond finally remembered this incident.

He sat up slowly, his right hand tapping unconsciously on the table.

The election of the Black Queen is a grand event that all of Turin is concerned about, and if the City Patrol arrests Angelyl at this juncture, the mastermind behind the scenes will not let go of such a godsend, and he will definitely take the opportunity to put pressure on the City Patrol.

But again, it's also an opportunity to accomplish tasks on your own.

Rackmond asked, clenching his right hand into a fist and straightening up.

"Reka, do you know Angelyl?"

Reka gave a cramped expression.

"Lord Rackmond, little people like me don't go to Back Third Street...... I am one of Angelil's admirers. ”

"Not from today."

Rackmond beamed, "I mean, from today onwards, you're no longer a little person.

As for Angelil, as long as she enters the interrogation room, no matter how you interrogate her, I will not see it...... All in all, use all your might to get her to say what she has to say. ”

Reka hesitated.

"Lord Commander-in-Chief, Angelelle has a high prestige in the back third street, and I'm worried about those untouchables outside."

"Turin is not their Turin, they can't afford to make waves!"

Rackmond waved his hand, and said disdainfully, "If they dare to cross that line, do as you say!" ”

Reka looked up and said calmly.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief, I'm going to get Angelyl here."

Rackmond looked satisfied.

"Go ahead, Reka."

......

The third round of competition has begun, and this one will last for seven days.

During these seven days, only five people will be able to stand out and have the opportunity to compete in the final competition on the day of celebration in front of all the princes and nobles of Turin.

The winner is the Black Queen.

From the third round of competition, all competitors will participate in the unified training conducted by the organizer.

The organizers hope to increase the value of the girls and at the same time earn a lot of money from the training.

The carriage stopped outside the manor, and the coachman was a coachman who was familiar to Reka, but because Reka was reused, the coachman was much more respectful.

"Sheriff Reka, we're here."

Reka shook her head, trying to sober it up before stepping out of the carriage.

He looked at the mansion ahead, which seemed to be the marquis's annex.

Walking to the gatehouse, there were two heavily armed soldiers standing inside the iron bar, and when they saw Reka's police uniform, one of them pulled the iron door open and asked solemnly.

"Sheriff, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Shaking the arrest warrant in his hand, Reka whispered.

"The celebration day is just around the corner, and the back three streets are not very peaceful, so the commander-in-chief ordered me to bring the relevant personnel back to the City Patrol Bureau."

"Understood, I'll report it."

The soldier nodded, and ran briskly towards the manor.

Reka and the others nodded, then pulled out a cigar and smoked it in a pretended manner.

After about five minutes, a valet and a woman dressed as a noblewoman came running briskly, and they talked nervously.

"Sheriff, who are you going to take away?"

Reka snuffed off her cigar and said firmly.

"Someone associated with Back 3rd Street."

The woman grimaced, she was the most famous bustard in all of Turin, in charge of the training of the girls, and she certainly didn't want her goods to be dusted at this time.

"Back 3rd Street... Why did you find this place, this is 7th Street, and we rarely have girls from 3rd Street here. ”

Reka ignored her, just snorted coldly.

"That's what the Commander-in-Chief meant."

Hearing Rackmond's name, the woman took a deep breath and said no more.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid this, the manservant had to say.

"My lord, we will fully cooperate with Lord Rackmond, please take a look at the list of girls participating in the competition here."

Reka took the list and read it through her fingers.

His finger eventually rested on a certain name.

"Angely, she's the only one."

Hearing the name, the old bustard breathed a sigh of relief, and she asked pretendedly.

"Angelil has a competition tomorrow morning, won't it be delayed?"

"It's not up to you, it's not up to me."

Reka handed the roster to the valet and walked briskly towards the main building.

The valet opened the door for him, then pointed to the third floor.

"Miss Angelelle's grades were very good, so she lived on the third floor, and there was only one room on the third floor."

"I see, thanks."

Seeing that the manservant had no intention of going upstairs with him, Reka went straight to the third floor.

Police boots rattled on the floor, the occasional wooden floor made an overwhelmed hoarse sound, and other than that, the building was eerily quiet.

Of course, it's late at night.

Walking up to the third floor, Reka turned to the only room, where a large number 1 hung on the door number, which meant that Angelyl's results were currently in first place.

Reka smiled, then jerked out her right leg and slammed it towards the wooden door.

With a wooden door like this, Reka could kick open ten doors with one kick, but his foot was suddenly blocked, even with one hand.

Caron didn't know where he came from, and he said lightly.

"Sheriff Reka, if someone else had been here, he'd be dead by now."

"That's what the Prime Minister meant!"

Reka lowered her voice and roared, "Do you know how much I've helped Oreo? At this time, he still has to embarrass me? ”

The manservant took two steps forward, he was thin, but the pestle was a wall, and he spoke slowly, his tone as lazy as ever.

"No one can delay Miss Angelil's competition, she must become the Black Queen...... If Sheriff Reka is worried about bad copies, I can beat you up. ”

“......”

As always, I couldn't communicate with this manservant at all.

Reka sighed and turned to walk downstairs.

When I walked to the first floor, the manservant downstairs was gone, and I don't know if it was at the behest of Oreo.

Leaning against the door, Reka took off his police hat and fanned the wind in his ears, and it was dark outside the house.

On the cusp of the storm, Reka knew exactly what role he had to play.

He needs to stir up a conflict between the City Patrol and Back 3rd Street, which Oreo wants, and he wants to use this to force the City Patrol to release these prostitutes.

As the sheriff of the City Patrol Bureau, he needs to act as a lackey of Rackmond, and while gaining his full trust, he also needs to provide him with clues that seem valuable, but not to move the case forward in the slightest.

Rackmond's old thing grinned every time, but he was the Prime Minister of the Empire, and just thinking about it would tell how penetrating that smile was, and his double agent behavior was undoubtedly licking blood from the knife edge.

What's even more terrifying is that Reka feels that there is something hidden behind this matter, and Rackmond is not as simple as trying to investigate Eden's death.

But it's not his turn to worry about it, he just needs to do what he has to do and get what he deserves.

But......

Why is this feeling of being manipulated so unpleasant?

The fan was a little stronger, but it still couldn't wipe away the heat in Reka's heart.

He subconsciously took out his cigar and was just about to light it with a match, when he suddenly heard a voice coming from overhead.

"Sheriff Reka."

Reka paused, then looked up.

In the faint moonlight, he spotted Angelyl's figure on the window, which frightened him to quickly throw away the cigar in his hand and look around.

After confirming that there was no one around, he said in a low voice.

"Angelil, how did you get out?"

Angelil climbed down the outer wall step by step, and Reka was terrified.

After landing smoothly, Angelil clapped her palms and said.

"Didn't Sheriff Reka want me to get out?"

Not knowing what to say, Reka had to make pointless complaints.

"You're messing around!"

"I heard what you just said, so I'm not messing around."

Angelyl put her hands on her waist and said in a determined tone.

"There are only a few opportunities for not being a black queen, and I won't let it go."