"Hum-mm-hum-hmm-"

Dull sirens sounded throughout the hall.

Several staff members who were taking daily records suddenly turned solemn when they heard the alarm.

They spread out the pen and paper in their hands and began to stare upwards with their heads up.

The white crystals suddenly lit up, and then a complex line like stars appeared above the crystal matrix.

Looking up from below, it is a map of extreme detail.

This is exactly the layout of the imperial capital.

Every alley and street, even the trees and flower beds are marked.

At this moment, the whole hall was brighter than the day, but the light was not dazzling.

The staff kept an eye on the corner of the map.

There was already a macula there, and then it moved rapidly in one direction.

They talked a little and then recorded it.

Then the pen was put in his pocket, and his footsteps skillfully walked around the white crystals on the ground and walked into the monitoring room on the side.

The monitoring room is a little petite compared to this hall, but it has everything inside, and the objects are exquisite and ornate.

There's even a hand-ground coffee machine in the corner.

Next to the instrument is a bag of special coffee beans, its bitterness and mellow aroma are so strong that even the staff standing outside the door can faintly smell a hint of taste.

The staff knocked lightly on the door, then stood up straight and waited for the commander's orders.

After receiving the exact instructions, he pushed the door open and reported.

"Sir!"

"The monitoring matrix issued a yellow alert with a preliminary estimate of a moderate level of danger."

"The mystery factor content should be 0.5-0.8."

"According to its orientation, it can be determined to be the southwest direction of the ghetto."

"This person is moving at high speed, and his destination is suspected to be a secret branch office."

The staff who reported at the door spoke quickly, but they spoke clearly and forcefully, and did not get into a mess, and were obviously professionally trained.

In the center of the room was a heavy red table inlaid with gold, on which stacks of books were neatly stacked.

Behind it is an ornate throne with a figure seated.

His body exuded an aura of horror like a prison, and just standing in front of him, he felt a suffocating feeling that it was difficult to breathe.

The chief was flipping through a thick, quaint book with a cup of hot coffee smoking in front of him.

After listening to the staff's report, he just raised his eyes, turned the page back from the book in his hand, and then said calmly.

"I see, go inform the Imperial Secret Department."

"The paper report is in a bag at the door."

Its voice is thick and magnetic, but its tone is extremely indifferent, as if it has lost its humanity.

"Yes, sir!"

The staff saluted, then placed the paper report in a bag beside it, and respectfully withdrew, closing the door with him.

The chief continued to flip through the books, and after a few moments, the books disappeared in their place, replaced by the paper report.

The staff hurried out of the still-glowing hall to the communications desk.

After a while, the Empire's secret department received relevant information.

The man sitting in the seat looked at the news from the alert system and smiled at his cronies on the side.

"I didn't expect that there are still fools who dare to make trouble in the imperial capital."

"Isn't this a scared kill?"

"Tell the first team to get them out urgently."

The man's face was a breezy smile, but there was a slight uneasiness in his heart.

Because he thought of the news reported by the two men before.

Recently, a cult group has infiltrated the city, and they don't know where to hide.

And now the news came so coincidentally that he had to suspect that there was a connection between the two.

Cults......

It's either a bunch of lunatics or a bunch of criminals.

Either one is not easy to mess with.

The former is not afraid of life and death, and the latter is particularly cunning.

Thinking of this, the man became more and more suspicious, this matter is really related to the cult.

He suddenly couldn't sit still.

If you let your immediate boss know that there is a cult disorder in your jurisdiction, I am afraid that your application for entering the decision-making level will have to be extended indefinitely.

How can something go wrong at this critical juncture?

The Earl in the front is too, and so is the cult in the back.

The man put away the smile on his face, and then commanded to the people next to him.

"Wait, I'll see for myself."

And the cronies on the side were a little shocked, he didn't dare to imagine that as the person in charge of the secret department in the imperial capital, he would have to go out in person.

But as a close confidant, he naturally knows that it must not be a trivial matter for the chief to pay so much attention.

So the people in the department who belonged to the chief's department were urgently transferred.

Just to keep out of the pool.

After all, he also knows about the chief's application to enter the decision-making level, so it is better not to make any mess during this time.

At this moment, Rogel, who was sitting in a chair with nothing to do, stared at the ceiling.

He knew that he was being treated coldly now, in order not to let himself interfere too much, and he must have compensated for it later.

He was happy to do so, and it didn't do any good to know too much.

Especially if he is a descendant of a non-chief.

It's really not a secret that the nobles collude with the secret department, and many people know it, so it's good to send anyone to handle this kind of thing.

But when it came to the cult, the chief had a cold face, and Rogel knew that this should touch the core interests of the chief.

So when Helena insisted on continuing the matter, Rogel grabbed her.

Although he hated her in his heart, it was just to prevent the chief from being angry with him because of her.

It's good to handle it cold, at least you don't have to face danger anymore.

The salary is also called normally, but there are no additional incentives.

As Rogel counted the streaks on the ceiling, the people on the side seemed to have received some orders.

Then he armed himself fully and quickly went out to gather.

Rogel was stunned for a moment, and then more people came out of the room with nervous expressions and walked out the door.

He came back to his senses and was about to go to the assembly as well, only to find that these people were all descendants of the chief.

So Rogel sat back in his chair and watched them busy, wondering if he should change places.

After all, the way he was resting here was out of step with the tense atmosphere around him.

Eventually, he decided to move somewhere else.

Because there are already a lot of people staring at him.

Rogel began to wander slowly, his current factor content did not have external force, and it was impossible to raise it at all.

The talent is all there, it's just that he has always refused to admit defeat.

He staggered to the witness protection room.

The Witness Protection Room literally means the place where the witness is protected.

Therefore, its defenses are strong, and it is difficult to break through from the inside or outside.

In fact, it's like a prison cell.

The main role is to imprison some suspicious characters.

"Hello, sir." Suddenly, a voice came from the room next to him.

Hearing this, Rogel turned his head a little puzzled, and then realized that it was a small soldier who had been "invited" back last time.

"Hmm......"

"I remember your name was Vyrier, didn't you?"

Rogel thought for a moment, and finally remembered the man's name.

"It's contemptible, and I'm so grateful that my lord can remember my name."

Villier's weathered face had a smile on his face, and there was a sense of sarcasm in what he said, but it seemed to be true in his mouth.

Rogel didn't care much when he heard this, although he didn't have the so-called empathy for the weak, he wouldn't laugh and insult wantonly.

Because he climbed up step by step from the weak.

"Why did you stop me?" He asked with interest.

There are not many people who dare to take the initiative to greet themselves, especially with the aura of a secret department.

"I just want to say hello to you, my lord."

Villier continued to smile, but there was no indication in his eyes.