Rogge and the others, who crowded to the front of the crowd, stared at the death notice on the notice board and saw that it read:

The Rome City Court noticed: Barton, the owner of a bakery, had an argument with the wealthy merchant Connor over the sale of the store, causing him to vomit blood and die after falling, and the owner Barton refused to admit his guilt after being arrested, and the circumstances were heinous and he had no remorse, and the City Law Enforcement Court decided to sentence Barton to death by hanging, and if there is no new evidence to appeal within three days, the death penalty will be carried out at the execution site.

"This Barton is so pitiful," said the crowd of onlookers gathered around the sign, "his wife is about to give birth in a month, and if he dies, the bakery will definitely have to pay compensation to Miss Connor, so how will this orphan and widow live?"

"Yes, it's a strange thing to say that old Connor died, he has always been in good health, and I walked past Barton's bakery that day, and I listened to him scold Barton so angrily, how did he fall to his death after being pushed?"

Everyone chattered endlessly, Rogge stood in the crowd and listened for a while, then turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, Catherine and Murphy hurriedly followed, and the girl asked Rogge with some worry: "Mr. Rogge, what do you think of this case?"

"Nothing remarkable, very commonplace. Rogge casually walked into the city, looking down at the streets on either side and said, "Older people look tough, but if they fall, they can cause sudden death." ”

"Poor shopkeeper's wife, I don't know what to do in the future. Catherine said with a sigh.

"Such people abound in the empire's territory, and if you were to feel sorry for them, you would cry yourself to death. Rog patted Catherine on the shoulder and strode forward.

The three of them walked through the intricate streets of the city, and entered the alleys of the industrial zone in all directions, where there were industrial workshops emitting black smoke, a large number of industrial materials such as metals and ores were piled up at the door of the workshops, and some large-scale factories were constantly pushed in and out of vehicles transporting goods, and the scene was extremely busy.

Rogge and the others avoided the busy crowd and went around to a deserted and gloomy alley behind a large factory, where he stopped in front of a corner door, tapped his hand on the door twice, and then kicked it again, only to hear a voice coming from inside: "Where are the stinky rats?"

"Is there a cat at home?" replied Rogge unhurriedly.

"No, only the old dog!" replied the man inside the door.

"I brought a wolf to trade with you!" Rogge continued, staring at the door.

There was silence for a moment inside, and the wooden door opened a crack, and a guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks poked his head out sneaky, looked at the three of them, and said, "Tell me the name." ”

"Tell him the lone wolf is coming!" Rogge said with a cold stare at him, his eyes wide in surprise, and he closed the wooden door.

After a few moments, the wooden door opened again, and the janitor pointed inside the door, and said to Rogge, "He's waiting for you inside, keep walking!" Rogge stepped into the door, followed by Catherine and Murphy, through a dilapidated courtyard and into an old house.

Several burly men with messy tattoos sat in the living room of the old house and looked at them, a wooden plank lifted from the floor in the center of the living room, and a wooden staircase led to the ground, and Rog led Catherine and Murphy down the stairs and down a narrow passage without squinting.

Along the way, Catherine saw a lot of shirtless muscular men with all kinds of weird tattoos on their bodies, and many scantily clad bewitching women, compared to the little hooligans and gangsters she had seen in the slums, these people looked like fierce gods, which made Catherine still feel terrified.

Rogge, who was walking in front, passed by the men, paying no attention to their hostile gaze, and he came to a room at the end of the corridor, where the strong man guarding the door knocked on the door, and a response came from inside: "Let them in!"

The strong man pushed the door open and let the three of them enter the room, Catherine, who was following Rogge, had just stepped into the door, when she suddenly felt a hand pinch her ass, she subconsciously dodged to the side, and at the same time turned her head to look in the direction where the hand was reaching.

A bald man with a straight face stood next to the door, looking at her with a salivating face, and Murphy, who was following Catherine, was about to teach him a lesson, but Catherine stopped him with her eyes, she glared at the bald head, and pulled Murphy to Rogge's side.

Opposite Rogge, a man with short red hair was half-lying on a soft chair, with two bewitching women lying in his arms, a half-eaten meal on the table in front of him, and a group of meaty-faced thugs standing around the room.

"Oh, lone wolf, what kind of wind brought you here?" asked the red-haired man, looking at Rogge curiously.

"Of course, it's the Yin Wind of the Blood Clan. Rogge leaned forward with his hands on the table and stared at him, "Luke, I'm looking for you to inquire about someone, the vampire hunter Lawrence, do you know where he is?"

"Lawrence?" the man named Luke shrugged and smiled, "Eighty percent of that guy has already made his home in Hell." ”

"What?" Rogge frowned when he heard this, and asked with concern, "Lawrence is dead, and how did he die?"

"Do you need to ask, of course, by those devils!" Luke drank the bad wine from his glass, put down the glass and said, "Recently, the vampires around the city of Rome have become more and more active, and many of my brothers have been killed by vampires, and Lawrence said before he died that he would go to find some marquis, and then he never came back. ”

"Marquis of Field......" Rogge nodded thoughtfully and said, "That bastard has been in a deep sleep since the defeat of the Vampire King, and it seems that Elizabeth has awakened him, so he has started to move again." ”

"Are you going to avenge Lawrence?" Luke asked, tapping his hand on the table, staring intently at Rogge.

"This is my business, you don't have to worry about it, it's better to take care of your brothers, vampire activities will be more frequent in the coming days, if you don't want to lose too many brothers, it's better to take care of your people. Rog gave Luke a cold look, dropped a silver coin and turned to walk towards the door.

"Thank you for your advice, lone wolf!" Luke replied nonchalantly.

Rogge, who walked to the door, suddenly stopped, glanced back at the bald head standing at the door, stretched out a hand to him and smiled: "I haven't seen you before, new here, right?"

The bald man looked at Rogge with an arrogant face, and just raised his hand, Rogge suddenly grabbed his little thumb, and the winged blade cut off his finger with a knife and threw it on the ground.

The bald man who had his finger cut off screamed, leaned back against the wall with his bloody hand, and the surrounding thugs pulled out their sharp blades and surrounded them, aiming the bright knives at the three of them.

Behind the table, Luke stared at Rogge's back expressionlessly, and saw him unhurriedly said to the bald head: "Remember, boy, there are some women in this world that you can't touch if you want to, and you'd better think about it before you do it." ”

With that, he opened the door, and without even glancing at the rows of knives behind him, he led Catherine and Murphy away, and the group of thugs looked at each other at a loss, and turned their eyes to Luke's face.

"What do you see, why don't you put the guys away for me?" Luke said coldly, glancing at them.

The thugs hurriedly put away the knives in their hands, and Luke beckoned the bald head with his severed finger to the table, and said to him: "Do you kid know who he is? The 'lone wolf' Rogge at the top of the Imperial wanted list, you dare to touch the woman next to him, you are lucky today, you only lost one finger, give me a little longer in the future!"

The bald head endured the pain and nodded, trembling and agreeing, and retreated with his bloody hands.

Outside, Rogge, who walked out of the alley, said to the two as he walked: "The thieves' guild has given us a lot of bad news, Lawrence is dead, Marquis Field has awakened, and the vampire's power around Roma City is expanding. ”

"And what are we going to do?" asked Catherine, concerned.

"I'm going to find the castle of the Marquis of Field," said Rogge, who led the two out of the gloomy alley and down the main road towards the central district, "The cunning fox has been hiding very deeply, and I have tried to find his fortress without success. ”

"But," said Rogge, turning back to Catherine and smiling, "since he is awake, he will surely leave his lair to forage for food, and only find a fine night when the moonlight will shine on his castle and make it visible." ”

"The land around Roma City is very large, so it can be difficult to find you. Murphy interjected.

"Yes, but even then it is necessary to find his castle, and only through him can I find the clues of Elizabeth, and fortunately I have a little scout. Rogge touched his hat with his hand and said confidently.

As they were talking, the three of them walked in front of the Law Enforcement Yard in Rome City, and suddenly saw a group of people gathered in front of the grand staircase of the Law Enforcement Yard, and the crowd faintly heard bursts of crying, Catherine squeezed into the crowd and saw a woman with a big belly kneeling on the ground crying and pleading to the people around her.

From the conversation of the onlookers and the crying of the woman, Catherine learns that she is the wife of Barton, the owner of the bakery, and that she has just gone to the law enforcement office to complain, but has been ordered out by the sheriff.

The crowd of onlookers chattered, sympathizers and watchers, but no one came to the aid of the woman, and Catherine turned out of the crowd and begged Rogge to help the poor pregnant woman.

"I don't have time for these mundane trivial cases right now, and the vampire thing is enough for me. Rogge shook his head impatiently and said.

Hearing his words, Catherine bit her lip in disappointment, turned her head and looked at the crowd unbearably, Rogge glanced at the expression on her face, and said with a slight mutter: "If you really want to help her, there is a way." ”

"What's the solution?" asked Catherine, her eyes wide in anticipation.

"You come to investigate this case. Rogge smiled and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Me?" Catherine's surprised apricot eyes widened, and she shook her head at a loss and said, "How can I do it, I can't do it!"

"You can," Rogge said confidently, "you have been involved in many cases with me, let Murphy accompany you to the investigation, ask the suspect and his relatives, the witnesses at the time of the incident, the daughter of the deceased, and finally don't forget to ask the deceased." ”

He saw Catherine nodding humbly, and continued: "Then, try to connect these clues, and I will also take the time to help you find out the problem, believe in yourself, you can do it." ”

"Okay, I'll do my best. Catherine nodded apprehensively and expectantly, and watched as Rog strode out of the city.