Imperial capital.

A figure leaned against the wall, taking the opportunity of talking to the stall owner, and quietly stared at a gate.

Finally, he saw a familiar shadow walk out of the door, took the initiative to end the conversation, and followed stealthily.

The man seemed to notice something, and turned into an alley.

When he saw the stalker's face clearly, he called out his name in some surprise.

"Rogel?"

"Why did you disappear these days, I thought you had died in that incident."

Rogel smiled bitterly when he heard this, and briefly described what had happened in the past few days.

This man was a good friend in his early years, but he entered the secret department a few years later.

Rogel never knew why his cronies were holding him.

But he had to flee, because if he entered that place, he would die.

I came here today to find out the general situation, whether I am on the wanted list, and then plan my next move.

"A cronie of the former chief...... Isn't that a traitor? ”

"I didn't expect you to be imprisoned by him."

Hearing Rogel's description, his friend's eyes seemed to be a little surprised.

"Traitor?"

Rogel was surprised to hear this, as much seemed to have happened in the few days since he had disappeared.

"That's right, colluding with the Order of Dusk, using his position for personal gain, and being suspected of murdering a bishop of the Holy See."

"But the man has already run away, and he hasn't caught it yet."

My friend pouted and leaned against the wall.

"And there are a group of people who have been removed because of this incident, including the shit-like former chief, and the secret department has also been reorganized."

"As for your concerns......

"Don't worry, I don't see your name on the wanted list."

When Rogel heard this, a hanging heart fell back.

"When are you coming back?"

My friend asked with some curiosity.

"I'll go back to reporting later, and now I still have some things to deal with."

Saying goodbye to his friend, Rogel walked to the slums, still with some Dill that he had asked his friend to borrow.

This is a little bit of his accommodation fee and thank you fee.

Passing through various parts of the slums, he could feel that the atmosphere seemed to be a little tense.

I heard that one gang leader in the ghetto was dead and others were grabbing territory, so it's been a lot of chaos lately, and scarlet blood can be seen everywhere.

Thinking of this, Rogel's pace quickened, and he thought about taking a group of people from the orphanage out to live.

With the salary of the secret department, there is certainly no problem in feeding ordinary people.

If there is a reason why he is so concerned, it is probably that the children clumsily splashed the water on his clothes while feeding him water.

Rogel knew that it was because of the work day and night, which caused his fingers to be wide, so he was a little clumsy.

Why is it so clear to know because he has also experienced this.

Every time he saw those pure eyes that were not contaminated with impurities, he felt as if he had been healed.

When I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I saw the door that had been opened and no one had closed it.

Rogel chuckled in his heart, and then rushed straight in.

As a result, I saw a figure that wasn't supposed to be here.

Sir?

No! It should be said that he is a former governor.

Why is he here!

The man in the courtyard looked up and looked at Rogel who had broken in, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Is that you?"

The man frowned, he clearly recognized the first-level clerk who had helped him with things not long ago.

Rogel looked at the former chief's face as if there was a touch of vicissitudes, and his hair was a little messy, and he hadn't taken care of it for a long time.

He saw a little blood through the man's body, and there seemed to be a figure lying on the ground.

And in the room, there were several pairs of eyes looking at the figure, sobbing silently.

Rogel's eyes widened, and his heart sank.

"What are you doing!"

He couldn't help but question this Morning Star powerhouse.

"What for?"

The man sneered and said with some indifference.

"Can't you see what I'm doing?"

He was in a bad mood at the moment, and he had worked hard to hunt down the members of the Order of Twilight, and when he returned, he heard that his position had been removed.

It took great difficulty to climb to this position, but now there is nothing left, and even the responsibility has to be pursued.

If it weren't for the relationship for many years and his own Morning Star realm, he would have saved his life.

Men are now sent to sit on the cold bench, and if they want to return to positions of real power, they need credit.

And what he is doing now is to kill the good and take the risk.

Rogel also understood, gritted his teeth and said, "Then aren't you afraid of being discovered?" ”

"What about being discovered?"

"Have you sat in that position for nothing all these years?"

The man's figure flashed, and he kicked Rogel in the chest.

He couldn't react at all, because this kick was attached to the mystery factor.

The walls of the courtyard were smashed in an instant, and then the speed continued to crash into a building.

Rogel felt a fishy sweetness welling up over him, and then coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, which splattered on the stone slab.

"You're just a weakling, and you want to take care of things?"

The man cleared the smoke, and although he also had after-effects, it was much lighter than that of Rogel lying on the ground.

"Mist!"

With all the strength of his body, Rogel endured the pain and unleashed a spell.

A hazy mist instantly enveloped the area.

He struggled to his feet and walked towards the orphanage.

It doesn't matter how long it can be delayed, as long as it can hold on until he takes the group of children away.

Rogel sighed secretly, he must have lost his mind to make such a crazy move.

Ever since he embarked on his mystical journey, he had been given the knowledge of how to preserve himself.

And now he will be involved in danger for a few children.

But if he didn't do that, he was afraid that he would be uneasy, which would not be conducive to promotion to Morning Star.

Making excuses for himself, Rogel dragged himself and finally saw the children.

There were many of them, but the old woman was lying on the ground cold, with an angry and unwilling expression on her face.

Rogel opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't.

He suddenly had a deeper understanding of Villier's thoughts.

In fact, the aristocracy in his mouth also represents the reckless and reckless strong.

In this world, there is no fairy tale-like existence?

Rogel's vision suddenly blurred, and he hurriedly stepped forward to drive the children away, telling them to try to escape.

The farther away from here, the better, and it's best never to come back.

The man's figure emerged from the confessional mist, and such small techniques could not trap him at all.

Rogel blocked his frail body in front of him, obscuring his vision.

The man looked at Rogel, who seemed to be determined to live and die, and suddenly felt a little bored.

After he saw that Rogel dared to question himself, his purpose had been changed to torturing him, wanting to see him in pain, kneeling and begging for mercy.

This will make the man feel better because of the punishment of being punished.

But who knew that he actually reacted like this.

With a casual blow, Rogel flew far away, as if all his internal organs were displaced.

When the man's figure was far away, a group of small figures dared to poke their heads out, and then carried the unconscious Rogel into a room.