The restaurant is warm and one of the few restaurants with an elemental stove for a lot of money. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Here, even if you are separated from the winter by only a thin layer of glass, you will not feel a trace of cold. When Elena saw Arcanis's thin clothes, she changed her mind and came here. Most of the customers here are wealthy, and the rest are decent citizens like Elena.

Only Arcanis, who was dressed cheaply, was out of place with his surroundings. But the white-haired girl doesn't have any sense of restraint, and compared to the girl who has just entered school and cares about the opinions of others, Arcanis, who has experienced blood and death, no longer cares about face.

"Ana, it's very difficult for a woman to find a living outside alone, everyone starts like this, but everything will be fine. ”

A kind-hearted Elena wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Because Arcanis told her that her family was broken by a conspiracy, that her brother, who had always loved her, had gone mad, that her sister had married, and that her parents had died.

"You are very elemental talented, the empire is the most generous to elemental talents, and you will definitely be able to get better and better if you work hard. As she spoke, she choked up.

The white-haired girl, who thought she was "mature", lowered her head and stared at the meat in her bowl. Although she was telling a lie, Elena's emotions more or less infected her, and nostalgia flooded her like a tide. She couldn't help but think back to life at the academy. The white-haired girl now suddenly understands that the academy is not only a place to study for her, but also a warm home. There, there were people who loved her, protected her, and people who supported her all the time. There, she doesn't have to worry about food, she doesn't have to be woken up by footsteps on the street, and she doesn't have to worry about her life. Looking back now, that good feeling is like a spring breeze blowing through your skin.

She sighed, desperately trying to suppress the useless memory. The warmer the memories, the colder the reality. It will soften her heart, and the white-haired girl is afraid that she will not be able to stand the pressure of reality.

"By the way, Sister Elena, are you also alone in the field?"

Arcanis asked, looking up.

As she expected, Elena had a lot to say on the subject of uprooting.

Of course, she was not as miserable as Arcanis, she was also a poor foreigner, originally a little girl working in the fields. It wasn't until he was discovered that he had a good talent for the elements that he signed a contract with the factory, and after graduating from school, he came to work in Camor City alone. In order to integrate into the city of Camor as soon as possible, she worked very hard to change her accent.

However, Arcanis, who was chatting leisurely, did not know that at this moment, something bad was happening in the ghetto........

The floor was covered with coagulated blood, and several vigilantes, armed with swords and wooden shields at their waists, stood next to the corpse, pointing at the thieves who had been dead for a day.

"Don't go around, get out of here with me!"

Suddenly there was an impatient female voice at the door, a tall, muscular lady wearing a blue tunic with an iron ring on the lining. She wears thick brass epaulettes, and her brown hair is fastened into a ponytail with brass rings.

"Hey, our spicy little peppers. A lean man, straightening up from the side of a corpse, turned sideways, revealing the chilling badge on his chest, the Imperial Intelligence Officer, "You almost scared my little inspiration away. ”

"It takes a bit of imagination to associate with the shadow churches, the believers of God, the betrayers from the corpses of ordinary gangsters. ”

She was an inch taller than the man in front of her, this dark-eyed whirling under-beaten fellow, a trainee vulture, sent to the grassroots level to accumulate the necessary experience, and there was no doubt that the slum security team, which often died, was the best place to go. And she, unfortunately, was arranged to "take care" of the young vulture. He was full of energy, and with the common illness of a young man's delusional desire to make meritorious deeds, he always caused her trouble of one kind or another, and made her tired.

For example, these corpses in front of you can obviously be pressed until tomorrow. But he insisted on dealing with it today, and she had to be there, because the rules were like this, even if she was too lazy to obey and just sent a few of her subordinates to deal with it, but in front of the vulture, she had to be a good law-abiding sheriff.

"Leaving no clue is in the tradition of the Imperial Intelligence Service. He said, "Otherwise, we might as well take an iron stick and maintain order." ”

"It's a great choice. "It's better than being thrown into a fire and barbecued." ”

"Hmph. He snorted, "No way, there are always people who are blind, I can't imagine how they don't have the slightest suspicion of such obvious features?" I guess the wanted criminal Alina has to write the words "I am a fugitive" on her face in order to attract the attention of some people." ”

The screening of refugees is also carried out by the Security Guard.

"Twelve young bald... Imperial intelligence officer, just murdered by a disabled wanted criminal, what a bad result. The sheriff stepped on an empty vial with the words "Elixir of a Panacea" written on it, and she slowly increased her strength until the sturdy empty vial shattered under her heels.

"It's heartbreaking. She sighed, "I hope there aren't too many heartbreaks." ”

The young vulture looked at the broken glass on the floor and felt his arm hurt again, a giveaway from the sheriff who claimed to have no intention of boxing.

"Of course. . . Uh, let's take a look at these corpses first. He said, "The tattoos on their arms."

"The Black Sleeves Gang, the one who makes the panacea. There is not a sign of faith in God. ”

As she spoke, her subordinates wrote that everyone wanted to end their work as soon as possible and enjoy their hard-earned vacation.

"They use cats and dogs to make medicine?"

"There is no shortage of cats and dogs in the slums, especially stray dogs, and in a way, they control the number of stray dogs, which is much more useful than scavengers. ”

The young vulture didn't continue to ask, carefully searching the ground for something.

"Okay, our little writer?" she suddenly remembered that the soup at home hadn't been turned off yet, and stomped her legs impatiently, "There is no doubt, I still have something to do at home, and you can touch it as long as you want on the floor alone." ”

"There are doubts, big doubts. He took out a pair of tweezers from a leather bag around his waist, "Their wounds are so neat, they are all cuts." Look at the cut in the leather armor, the weapon is not a little sluggish in cutting, and the iron buckle cut of his shirt is smooth. ”

"Oh my God. The sheriff kicked open a piece of glass at her feet, walked beside him, and crouched down, "Don't tell me, the murderer is the Elina, who has a brain in the water, and after burning twelve heartbreaking young men, ran back to Carmore City in order to kill a few drug dealers who used cats as medicine." ”

"If her cat gets caught. "Besides, she might be taking revenge, the kind of criminals are confident and more inclined to satisfy their sense of killing than running away." ”

"You're no ordinary madman anymore. She shook her head, "The kind of madman who yells and screams from time to time, and lies in the gutter and drinks his own pee, is already a godsend of reason in comparison. You still look normal on the surface, but inside you are already a patient who howls at the moon. ”

With that, she stood up and wanted to leave.

"Look, what is this!" the young vulture picked up a hair from the ground, and driven by curiosity, the impatient sheriff turned her head and saw what seemed to be white in the tweezers, and she approached and saw that it was a white hair. She immediately scanned the surroundings and saw that none of the corpses were white-haired.

"Don't tell me that the gangs still take the elderly. He looked at the wonderful side face of the female sheriff and said proudly.

The sheriff glared at him, and was about to retort, but suddenly thought of the reward. The Empire is generous to anyone who can help them capture Aliana. Grab 50,000 gold coins, pardon all crimes, and get the imperial capital account, which is enough money to buy an enviable house next to the academy, and hire a group of people to serve Hiccup comfortably, and leave an inheritance to his children and grandchildren.

What if it's true?