The early morning sun barely shone into the narrow alley, and Grandin remembers reading the Beckland Travel Guide when he was bored, saying, 'When you're alone, try not to go into the alleys of the East End or the Bridge.' ’

The book doesn't give an explanation, but Grandin thinks he already knows why.

In the alley, Hugh, whose face had been adjusted, was tying up the last wet man, the man with swollen eyes and three missing front teeth.

A dozen other men were tied up in a ball, each with wounds on their faces. The happiest were those who were already unconscious, and the rest were convulsed in agony.

As he approached, the choking smell of the alley began to creep into his nostrils, almost making him cough, and the other end of the alley was blocked with wooden boxes and several wanted notices posted on the walls.

Seeing a stranger enter, Hugh first glanced up vigilantly. However, this black-haired and golden-eyed face was not unfamiliar to her, so she immediately relaxed her vigilance.

"I reasoned, but they wouldn't listen, so ......," Hugh shook his fist and explained in a disguised, neutral voice.

"Sir, everyone else is here except for the one who got his head smashed in the flower pot." Wiggins handed Hugh the rope in awe as he explained to Grandin.

Wiggins had oil on his face and his cap pressed low.

"Thank you for your hard work, now you just need to send an anonymous letter to the police department and ask them to come and collect people. I don't think they're going to turn down this ready-made credit, especially after something like this is happening today. ”

Grandin saw a pile of controlled firearms in the corner of the alley that had been recovered from the men.

The wanted list on the wall fluttered in the wind, as if it was going to fall at any moment.

Maybe there's a wanted criminal in this group.

He was irresponsible.

After confirming that these people had been tied up, the three of them immediately moved to the entrance of the alley, and none of them wanted to stay in the depths of the alley.

"Thank you for your selfless help." Grandin looked down at Hugh and said.

"I've entrusted a friend to do the errand you gave, don't worry." Hugh was vague.

Grandin, of course, knew what she was talking about, that is, going to St. Samuel's Church to deliver an anonymous letter.

With the ability to 'open the door', it is indeed easier for Foers.

As for why you have to notify the night watchers and pull them into the water? Because only in this way can Grandin ensure that the grumpy old buddies of the Storm Church don't mess around.

"Do you have any other orders, sir?"

Wiggins asked with suppressed excitement.

"No, everyone did a great job this time. The next thing has nothing to do with us, disband, please be safe on the road. Also, when you get home, please take off the clothes you wore today and light them with this powder. You can ask me for reimbursement for the cost of clothes. ”

Grandin pulled two packets of powder from his bosom, one to Hugh and one to Wiggins.

It is the product of Audrey's ritual in the morning, which conceals a person's movements.

He thought about it for a moment, and after making sure that he had not forgotten anything, he said to Hugh:

"Please don't forget to inform the police."

Hugh nodded, and began walking down Riverbend Drive toward the Police Department, and Wiggins briskly left the area after greeting him.

After everyone had evacuated, Grandin walked to the hall. He turned the ring again into a shadow, bypassing Raul, who was feeding the horses at the stable, and returning to the backyard of the guild hall.

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bsp; When he emerged from the shadows, a rope tied to a white sheet was thrown from the window.

After making sure that no one was paying attention, Grandin dragged the rope and climbed up to the fifth floor.

"Teacher, was the parade a success?" Audrey asked, rather concerned.

"I don't think it's a problem." Grandin took off the 'Harlequin Mask' and changed his clothes back on. "Let's continue with today's lesson, through today's events, have you felt the digestion of the potion?"

Audrey felt it carefully, and replied more eagerly:

"Looks like some of the potion was really digested."

"Wow!"

Susie, who couldn't speak, also wagged her tail happily.

"Very well, then I'll tell you about the precautions after the potion is digested."

Grantin decides to tell her how she feels after the potion has been fully digested, so that her students can better grasp her own state.

The lecture lasted until noon, when Audrey's personal maid, Anne, knocked on the door with a new class schedule.

"Miss, Jennifer butler has sent someone for a new schedule. In the afternoons, you will also have music lessons, equestrian training and language lessons. Anne bowed her head and said respectfully.

Even if he wasn't a 'spectator', Grandin could see that Audrey's heightened emotions were rapidly slipping.

This schedule is also too tight.

He mourned in his heart for his students.

But Grandin was just as busy in the afternoon. He was going to the chariot and horse shop he knew, and asked them to send the horses to the apple orchard. In addition, he had to go to the professional residence to cancel the leave and deliver the mission report to the city of Tingen.

But the first thing he had to do was to fill his stomach. He hadn't eaten since last night.

So he found a snack bar near the hall and ordered a meatloaf and sweet iced tea.

As he sat eating under the umbrellas of the open-air table, he saw groups of workers returning from the march.

Soon several workers sat at the table next to him, and they were discussing excitedly.

Through their conversations, Grandin knew that the march had come to an end. There were no accidents on the way, and no one was injured except for the terrified factory owners.

Grandin listened silently, and after drinking the sweet iced tea, he patted his trench coat, smiled, and turned to walk towards the sun-drenched Riverbend Boulevard.

……

Queens, West Villas Field in the large conference room.

"Your Majesty and the Cabinet Ministers, you are disappointed! Curly-haired baboons are more useful than you! Didn't you hear anything about such a huge parade beforehand? ”

The senior secretary sent by the cabinet to hold accountable was about to spray spit in the face of the chief of the National Police Agency.

"Someone is organizing them, and we have not received any news about this beforehand." The director defended, his chubby fingers trembling, and he kept wiping his sweat with his handkerchief.

If there is no suitable excuse today, it is estimated that his career will be completely finished.

Behind him, there were several senior inspectors, who were also at a loss.

There is no shortage of informants in the East Ward of the National Police Agency, but there really is no information to pass on this time.

When they received the news that they were about to re-establish their defenses in Queens, they were stopped by the church.

An inspector stole a glance at the church staff sitting on the edge of the conference room.