"As for what you asked me to inquire about, I have two pieces of information here that you might be interested in. The first is that some time ago in East Bailang there were constantly small tribes that were slaughtered in their entirety. The scene was very bloody, as if some kind of evil sacrifice was being performed. We followed the trail and found that they seemed to have gone to sea. ”

Bloody Sacrifice ...... This can't be the Rosace, right?

Grandin continues to look down:

The second is more like a rumor. I heard that there was a pied piper wearing a peaked soft hat that often haunts the Southern Continent. Every time he blew the silver flute at his waist, the people who heard the melody would involuntarily follow him and disappear at the end of the road together. It's hard for me to tell if this rumor is true or not, but I did find some empty tribes. ”

"I don't know if it helps you, but I hope you'll never encounter any of these things."

"Your forever brother, Alfred Hall."

Grandin read the letter again.

In the previous message, he could also roughly guess that it might be the Rose Sect through the clue of 'Blood Sacrifice'. But he really couldn't guess the piper.

What am I guessing, this incident happened in the Southern Continent, and I don't need to worry about it.

He laughed to himself and folded the letter.

......

"Good morning, gentlemen."

Just as Grandin racked his brains to figure out how to make his claim look more natural and realistic, Ms. Daly's voice rang out at the door.

He took out his pocket watch and flicked the lid open.

The clock was 8:47.

"I'm sorry, my biological clock didn't adjust for a while, I always thought it was 9 o'clock."

Apologetically, Daly walked over to the place where she belonged and sat down.

Grandin, on the other hand, remembered Lorotta's complaint about 'retirement living'.

"No apologies, Ms. Dalie. I remember you made potions at Chanismen until late at night yesterday? ”

Al was on duty at Chanis Gate yesterday and vaguely saw that Daly didn't return until around 2 a.m.

"You can just call me Dali. Yes, waiting for the carriage on the road also wasted a lot of my time, and none of the coachmen in Beckland seemed reluctant to run to the outskirts. ”

Daly smeared some refreshing essential oil on the tip of her nose.

"It's because they don't think it's worth it, and a trip to the suburbs might be enough for them to pick up two or three waves of customers in the city."

"While understandable, the quality of their services does leave much to be desired. Please don't believe what they say about the exhaust emissions bill, it's just an excuse they make to raise prices. ”

Al explained.

Captains, what they need to improve is not the quality of service, but guts.

Grandin sneered as he filled out the form.

"Dai Linu, Dai Li, I saw that you submitted a reimbursement application for 'bone potion'?"

Al who had been on duty last night didn't show the slightest tiredness, and he pulled a form out of the folder.

"Yes, Captain. I used it yesterday on patrol duty. Grandin said that personal losses incurred during the mission can be reimbursed. ”

Dali nodded.

Grandin knew about it, too.

Although yesterday Dai Li beat those ruffians so much that they couldn't take care of themselves. But before they were taken into the police car, she fed each of the unconscious guys a mouthful of 'bone potion'.

This medicine will make them suffer less.

"I don't think the application you filled out is up to standard, maybe you can ask Grandin for another question."

Al grimaced and rebuffed Daly's application.

Dai Li didn't have many opportunities to be reimbursed before, and this matter was new to her. So she took the form and sat down next to Grandin.

"Let me see how you fill it out? The captain generally does not return the application ......"

Grandin yawned and took the application form from Daly.

He was also sleep-deprived, and it was almost 3 a.m. when he came home yesterday after tossing the 'key home'. He wondered if he had fallen under some curse, and he hadn't rested much in a week.

"Didn't you go back very early yesterday? Why are you so tired. ”

Daly leaned closer, and the smell of the essential oil she applied made Grandin feel refreshed and sober.

"Some personal matters."

He muttered.

Dai Li's eyes were playful, and the corners of her mouth turned up, "Young people must know how to be temperate, I happen to have some ...... here"

Grandin's whole body suddenly trembled, and he refused:

"It's not mummy powder, is it? Sorry, I don't need to. ”

"What's that? I would recommend this Enmat Langzi! Pure malt brewing! The intensity is high enough! One bite can lift the spirit, and a few more sips can also help you sleep. I always take a bite when I have insomnia, but sometimes I wake up and find myself out of bed......"

Daly pulled out a small, rectangular flat flask from her belt.

Grandin looked at it like he was looking at a bomb. After confirming that Dalie wouldn't be taking a bite during work hours, he began to scrutinize her application form.

The application form looks pretty good and normal.

Dai Li...... Miss, your application form is very problematic. Grandin curled his index finger and nodded on the form, "Please take a closer look, is this number incorrect?" ”

"'Bone Raw Elixir', quantity 1...... That's right. Daly frowned.

"How many gangsters were there at that time? How many more people have broken bones? Grandin patiently guided.

"Five, all five have broken bones."

"Because everyone on site can drink one bottle, your 'bone potion' is reasonable in the range of 1 to 5 amounts. Of course, I suggested taking the middle number, I remember that it seemed to be 3 bottles at the time? ”

Grandin asked, pulling out his round-bellied pen, the tip of which rested on the number column.

Dai Li's eyes were already round, "It seems...... Yes? ”

Grandin expertly wrote a '3' on the number column:

"Please bring my application form with me, thank you."

This time, when Dai Li submitted the application form, Al didn't say anything, he read it very seriously, and then stamped it with the official seal.

Eventually, these application forms, along with other things, were included in his papers.

"Gran, you're leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, Captain."

Grandin replied.

"Tonight at 6pm, old place. I've squeezed out some more budget, so I can throw you a farewell dinner. Of course, in order to keep you refreshed tomorrow, I didn't order a drink this time. ”

Al's tone was still serious, but his eyes were fixed on Daly as he said, 'No drinks'.

"I won't be back later, there is a case in the National Police Agency that I need to look at."

Al stood up, held the stack of papers in his hand, put his chair in place with his feet, and walked to the office door.

"Oh, yes."

As he reached the door, he turned to look at the new member of the squad.

"Dalie, welcome to Beckland." The serious Al suddenly smiled, his eyes blinking, "This is the Ninth Squad." ”