Outside the small courtyard, the rising gray smoke slowly dissipated in the air, and next to it was the destroyed building, and mottled blood stains were faintly visible.

The man looked at the tragic situation in front of him and was silent, his heart was complicated.

He could have stopped it all, but ......

He turned his head and glanced at the woman who was a head taller than him.

Helena, a staff member of the Secret Division.

Temperament is irritable and irritable.

He is nearly two meters tall, and his abilities are above the body.

The most famous record is the single brush cult without injury.

It can be said that the strength is very terrifying, and the potential for the future is also very high.

The man has some forehead support, so why did you arrange her to me.

Wait, I was assigned to her, that's fine.

The man's eyes looked at the ruins again, a little guilty.

But he could not bear the consequences of Helena's outrage, so he could only mourn silently in his heart.

Merciful Lord of Light, may you be at peace in Heaven.

Taking advantage of Helena's entry into the door, the man hurriedly crossed his hands, placed them on his shoulders, and then bent down to salute.

After mourning, he followed Helena into the courtyard.

Along the way, he was a little absent-minded, feeling that he was too hypocritical, no different from the so-called mounting.

But seeing this scene is uneasy.

But it's true that he didn't stop it, and he's Helena's accomplice.

In the courtyard, the man glanced around and saw that there were only a few simple things.

Helena was taking out a parchment roll and spreading it out on a table in the middle of the courtyard.

A portrait unfolds in front of the man.

"This is the black marketeer?"

The man asked with some curiosity, and in front of him was a portrait of a fat man.

"Is there any news of him?"

Helena shook her head decisively, thinking of this, anger burned in her eyes again.

Today's incident is really aggrieved, which makes the two of them very uncomfortable.

The man flipped through the information passed to him by his superiors, which recorded the details of the fat man.

Nagin Oldson.

The strength is a factor of 0.73, which was tested last Wednesday.

He is a black marketeer who sells temporary residence permits in the imperial capital, various mysterious items to hide his identity, and helps others to smuggle in.

The master behind it is Count Jonash, who has been working for him since more than ten years ago.

……

There was some other, less important information, and the man briefly skimmed over it, then set his sights on the black market location.

Helena, on the other hand, had already entered the house, carefully observing the environment inside the room.

From the traces of use in the house, it can be concluded that Najin has lived here for a long time.

Some of the things in the dark compartment were still sitting in place, and there was nothing in the room to suggest that Nagin was in a gesture of eagerness before leaving.

Although Helena has a short temper, it is not only her strength that can make her a first-class staff.

She has a lot of research in exploration, not to mention the help of mysterious powers, so the results of the analysis are very different.

Nagin must have encountered an unexpected situation outside.

Helena walked over to the unfolded parchment, a treasure hunt that almost everyone had to have.

It is possible to determine the circumstances of the person being traced.

The figure on the portrait became clearer and clearer, and then it seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and the figure quickly shrank, and finally disappeared.

The man and Helena looked at each other, which only meant that Nagin was dead.

"Now that this man is dead, and there are no clues in the house, shall we go to his bazaar?"

The man looked up at Helena and offered her advice, hoping she would take it.

Helena pondered for a moment, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

At this moment, she seems to have faded from her explosive and dry body, and she has obviously entered the working state, but she only lasted a few seconds before she broke down.

"Okay, let's go and see."

"I'd like to see who dares to mess with the Earl's family."

Helena's eyes were full of violence, and she twisted her neck a few times, making a "click" sound.

Then clenched his fists with both hands and continued the "click" sound.

She turned her head and was about to tell the man to go, but suddenly got stuck.

Because she doesn't know what the man's name is yet.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Rogel, my name is Rogel."

……

Outside the imperial capital, at the sewer black market.

Helena and Rogel weave their way around the intricate sewer pipes, almost fainting, when they finally arrive together at Nagin's stall on the black market.

That is, a separate sewer room.

They observed a large number of footprints here, and there were them on every road that stretched out from here.

It seemed as if a large group of people had blocked all the exits, and the people inside could not escape.

This method is laborious, but it is also extremely effective.

These underground rats have the advantage of being familiar with the terrain of the sewers and are extremely nimble enough to deal with enemies.

But if you don't even have a place to maneuver, you won't be able to play to your strengths.

"So Nagin is being made dumplings?"

Rogel looked at the pipes and calculated how many men they should have dispatched.

But suddenly, he seemed to smell a hint of decay.

The smell gave him quite a bad feeling.

"Do you smell it?"

Rogel asked Helena, who also shrugged slightly, then frowned.

This smell does not come from reality, but it is somewhat illusory, or it can be said that they perceive this smell.

Helena was familiar with this.

Be...... The taste of cults!

Helena's eyes widened suddenly, and she thought that Nagin was in the smuggling business, and suddenly there was a bad guess in her heart.

What exactly do these cults want to do in the imperial capital?