Renser and Hughes looked at each other, and their poverty was really written on their faces? It seems that the director should be poorer and sour, and many people say that he is like an uncle selling pork next door.

And people are also picky and searching, and every reimbursement is very difficult. Grace smiled bitterly: "Mr. Yang, is it so obvious that we are short of funds?" Yang Cheng nodded and said: "Obviously, these two little policemen went out to run a special car, not even a bicycle, and they still walked back to the police station with their legs." Of course, this can also be explained by the fact that the status of these two small policemen is not very high, so there is no car. But Hughes just said that the lunch at your police station is ox blood soup. As far as I know, this seems to be the favorite thing of the poor at the bottom, right? Because it's kind of a meat. The food at your police station doesn't seem to be much better than that in prison. The most important thing is that I'm just a freelance witcher, with some strength, but not much fame. If you want to hire a special advisor, you should go to those powerful and famous witchers, or night watchmen, alchemists, and astrologers, so you don't need to choose me. The only answer is that you feel that I am a demon hunter from the Western Continent, and the price should be very cheap, so you came to me, right? Grace instantly felt as if she had been stripped of her underwear, as if there was no privacy in front of the Mr. Yang in front of her.

He sighed and said, "Mr. Yang is right, the police station's funds are indeed very tight. However, we want to hire Mr. Yang as a special advisor, not because Mr. Yang is cheap, but because Hughes and Rencer said that your strength is comparable to that of a legendary witcher. We're here for your strength. Yang Cheng asked curiously: "You are also a police station in the whole region, why are you so miserable?" Didn't the government of St. Brand give you enough money? Grace sighed again and told Yang Cheng in detail, and Yang Cheng understood what was going on.

St. Brand was the capital of the Assyrian kingdom, but even the capital was not rich everywhere. Saint-Brand is divided into five districts, with four districts, east, west, north and south, as well as the central district where the royal palace is located.

The central area is naturally the richest and most prosperous, and it is the real heart of Saint-Brand and the residence of the wealthy and aristocracy.

A declining earl like the Earl of Nat, who has no real power, is not even qualified to live in the central district.

The other four districts are all for the central district, but the western district is the poorest and is also known as the slum.

Therefore, the funds of the Western District Police Department are also the least, because they don't have to serve those nobles and wealthy businessmen, so naturally they don't need so much money.

As for the poor slaves, if they die, they will die, and every day there will be an innumerable number of people pouring into St. Brand to fill the vacancy in the West End.

It is a waste of police resources to spend on these poor people. Therefore, there are only about 50 people in the entire Western District Police Station, while there are more than 500 people in the Central District Police Station, a difference of as much as 10 times, and as for the police station's expenses, it is not even 1 percent of the people's expenses.

Grace, the director, can actually live a little more moisturized. As long as he shrinks the police force and doesn't care about the affairs of the poor at the bottom, these funds will be enough for everyone to live a very nourishing life.

But Grace came out of the slums of the West End, and he worked his way up from a small cop in the West Side to the deputy chief of the police station in the Central District, and finally chose to return to the West Side to become the governor.

He wants to change the situation in the West End, and he doesn't want it to become a breeding ground for evil, so he is trying to maintain it.

It's a pity that his superiors don't support it, if it weren't for the fact that he still has some connections with the police headquarters in the central area, he wouldn't even have the pitiful funds he has now.

And when it comes to supernatural forces, the West End is even more dwarfed. In the past, all kinds of supernatural incidents were solved by the police station and the night watchman.

However, in recent years, the relationship between the kingdom and the Holy See of Light has been a little unpleasant, and the night watchmen of the Holy See of Light have become more and more domineering and arrogant, and the two sides have gradually lost contact.

Unless there is a very large and serious incident, it will be reported to the higher headquarters, and only after the consent of the police station can it be reported to the night watchman for them to solve.

For example, if it weren't for Yang Cheng's intervention, then it would probably have to turn to the night watchman in the end.

As for other supernatural incidents that are not too serious, they will be left to the special advisers of the respective police stations to deal with.

In other districts, the police stations have a special part of the funds for the recruitment of special advisers, such as witchers, alchemists, astrologers, or other well-known transcendents.

The West End is poor like this, and of course there is no such funding. The only special advisor in the West End is Master Moulton, a senior alchemist.

This is also because Moren is a good friend of Grace, the two of them knew each other as early as when Grace was the deputy director of the Central District, the two sides have experienced many supernatural worlds, Grace has also helped Morton a lot, and the two sides have a very good relationship, and Morton came to the West District as a special adviser.

Of course, this special adviser is voluntary, and there is no money. After listening, Yang Cheng admired this chubby director.

Don't forget the original intention, these four words are easy to say, but it is really difficult to do, and there are few people who can really do it.

"Director Grace, since you don't have the funds, what are you going to do to hire me? Probably want me to work like Master Moulton, right? Grace shook her head and said, "Of course not, I heard Hughes say that you want to find some information about supernatural powers, and I can help with this." All kinds of supernatural events that occurred throughout the Assyrian kingdom were recorded in the eucalyptus, and they were found in these police stations. If you need it, Mr. Yang, I can help you check it out. These things are all in the police headquarters in the central district, and no one else is qualified to see them, but if I become the deputy chief of the central district police department, they will also give me some face. Master Morton also said at this time: "The alchemist association's database also has this part of the content, except for some extremely critical information, about various alchemy secret techniques cannot be borrowed, I can lend you the rest." However, there are hundreds of thousands of books about supernatural powers in the entire Alchemist Association's database, and no one can really read them all, which is a big project, and I can help you find it. Hearing Master Morton say this, Grace suddenly cast a grateful look at him.

He knew that his friend was helping himself, not only helping him with voluntary labor for free, but also helping him find a reliable transcendent.

Yang Cheng touched his chin and thought. If you want to find clues about the child of Hades, it is still too slow to search a little bit by relying on your own strength, and it must be much faster with the help of official power.

And having a connection with the official also helps you integrate into this world. Although this official looks, it seems to be shabby.

Yang Cheng stood up and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'm willing to be the special adviser of the Western District Police Station." But it probably won't be too long. Grace hurriedly said, "It's okay, as long as Mr. Yang is willing." Consultant Tobey only helps when we can't solve it, and most of the time we don't bother Mr. Yang. Hughes, you are responsible for arranging a place for Mr. Yang to live, and you will also be responsible for contacting Mr. Yang in the future. Hughes immediately stood up and saluted: "Yes!" Sir! Master Morton also stood up and said, "Mr. Yang, it's too late today, you can come to the Alchemist Association tomorrow to check those materials, I hope there are things you need." The place Hughes arranged for Yang Cheng was an apartment not far from the police station.

The West End is not all slums, it is also the largest factory area in St. Bland, and some factory managers live here in order to deal with emergencies in a timely manner.

The apartment arranged for Yang Cheng is already a relatively good kind in the West District, and it is clean and tidy.

After Hughes left, Yang Cheng found a pen and paper, drew the place where the child of Hades appeared in his memory, and the characteristics of those monsters, and prepared to give them to Grace and Morton for them to check.

It was already midnight after finishing these paintings, and Yang Cheng got up to close the window. But when he saw the scarlet moon in mid-air, Yang Cheng frowned.

He always felt that someone was watching him, not 'people' to be exact, but a feeling of being spied on.

But he could be sure that there was nothing around him to peep at, which was really strange.

There is no danger at the moment, but Yang Cheng still keeps himself vigilant when he sleeps and meditates, and his spiritual power is spread around, and once there is any trouble, he can act immediately.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yang Cheng came to the police station and handed over the things he had drawn to Grace, and less than an hour later, Morton also came to pick up Yang Cheng to go to the Alchemist Guild.

Yang Cheng also gave the drawing paper to Moulton, who carefully looked at the buildings on the paper and the monsters on it.

After a while, Morton frowned and said, "These buildings are so strange, I have never seen a building of this style. Some of them seem to be in the style of antiquity, but they are not exactly like them, especially this kind of towering tower, which is so tall and does not collapse is simply unreasonable. And these monsters are also extraordinary creatures that I haven't seen before. Especially the big eyeballs, this thing looks more like the essence of an ancient evil god like Heathervilla. There are many materials in the Alchemist Association, and today I will take you to see if you can find some clues. Yang Cheng nodded, but he was not discouraged.

If the Child of Hades is so easy to find, then it is not the Child of Hades. This world is very big, and he also has time to explore it slowly.