Agatha examined the hidden compartment where the Queen's profile was hidden, and it was indeed as reported by her subordinates—a place where the Queen of Frost was secretly commemorated in private, and there was no trace of supernatural power.

She looked at the things that had been searched: plaster casts, commemorative coins, brochures.

Fifty years ago, it was worth a noose.

But those nerve-wracking years are behind us, and now the frosty authorities are not going to be able to go out of their way because of the city-state's long-term stability and their fair image, which are now usually only a warning and at best a fine.

And even warnings and fines were things for the sheriff to consider—secular decrees and laws were not the duty of the cathedral.

"It's not something we should be looking into," Agatha shook her head, "get this in order, and notify the sheriffs so they can take care of the follow-up." But we're going to take these souvenirs back and check them out just in case..... There's something hidden."

"Yes."

After a brief arrangement of some follow-up work on the scene, Agatha stood up from the couch and breathed a sigh of relief.

There were so many things to deal with that she couldn't afford to delay here any longer.

"Be sure to keep up with the investigation at the sewage treatment centre and monitor the plumbing system in this area." She gave her final order to her men, and then walked out of the room.

Outside the house was a narrow hallway, the old staircase stretched forward in the dim light, and two other families quietly opened the door to pay attention to the movement, and a few pairs of slightly panicked eyes looked out through the crack in the door.

Agatha waved at the eyes.

"Go home, pack your things, wait for instructions, temporary evacuation is needed here - rest assured,

We'll fix the problem here as soon as possible, and you'll be able to go home soon after."

After saying this, Agatha didn't care about the subsequent reactions of the residents, and walked down the stairs towards the exit on the first floor.

She didn't use the "gray wind" to hurry, although she liked to do it on weekdays - but today her mind was in a mess, and the disturbing things were tangled in her mind, and she felt that she needed to organize her thoughts and walk slowly to help her think.

At the same time, she also wanted to feel the residual smell of the entire building by the way, and see if she could observe the residual "elemental" pollution in other places.

Thoughtfully, she walked up the old staircase to the exit and into the open space outside the residential building.

The stale musty smell dissipated at once, and the fresh, cold air lifted Agatha's spirits, which even gave her the illusion of coming out of a dark, damp crypt and into the sun.

The crowd gathered outside the residential building had dispersed, leaving only curious passers-by pointing at a safe distance, and after Agatha appeared, the passers-by quickly left.

No, there are still people left here.

Agatha frowned, and she saw a young woman wearing a veil, long blond hair, and a large bag in her arms still standing in the open space in front of the residential building, looking like she was in a daze.

"It's locked down, don't stay," Agatha stepped forward, reminding in a slightly serious tone, "Are you a resident here?"

The veiled blonde woman seemed startled, and the spirit woke up suddenly, she turned her head to look at Agatha, and pointed at herself suspiciously, "Are you talking to me?"

"Of course, who else is here?" Agatha frowned, for some reason, she always cared a little about the stranger in front of her, although she confirmed that she didn't know the other person, but she always felt that the outline between the other person's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a little familiar, as if she had only seen it not long ago, "You are a resident here?"

"Ah, no, no," Alice hurriedly waved her hand and gestured to the distance, "I live over there, it's quite far away—what's going on here, I heard someone died?"

"The Guardians are working on this." Agatha Sui

At the same time, he was a little puzzled - the blonde woman on the other side reacted a little strangely, didn't she recognize herself as the gatekeeper of the city-state?

Alice didn't notice any change in the eyes of the woman in front of her, dressed in black and wrapped in bandages—she just thought the other person's dress was really interesting.

It's a lot like the captain now.

But the captain told him not to judge other people's appearances casually, and not to talk too much about himself to strangers - the former is not polite enough, the latter is not cautious enough.

Alice wasn't quite able to spell the two words, but she thought the captain was right.

It's time to say goodbye.

So she waved her hand at Agatha in a cheerful tone, "Then I'll go first!" Thank you for answering my question!"

The veiled blonde woman left like this, looking beaming, but Agatha looked at the back of the other party's departure, and only felt strange in her heart.

This man: . … What the hell are you here for?

She had lived in the city-state for more than twenty years, but she had never seen such a person—with an inexplicable, simple and happy air, speaking in an unsuspecting tone and laughing without gloom.

Agatha frowned, then suddenly froze, as if she hadn't noticed something strange until the other had left.

"No breathing and no heartbeat...?!"

The young gatekeeper suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the blonde woman's departure, and was about to catch up, but just as she was about to take a step, a rush of footsteps suddenly interrupted her movements.

A black-clad guard ran over, holding a piece of information in his hand, looking rather anxious.

"What's going on?" Agatha frowned, and asked seriously without waiting for the other party to speak, and at the same time involuntarily muttered in her heart - this is already messy enough, but don't have any more accidents.

"There's an urgent message from Cemetery No. 3," the black-clad guard straightened up and spoke quickly, "Mystery visitor, clues, the original is here."

Agatha's breathing paused visibly, and then snatched the letter from the other's hand, shaking it away twice before her gaze quickly swept between the words.

The young gatekeeper fell silent, and stood motionless as if frozen, and did not move for a long time.

The black-clothed guard looked at the top boss in front of him with some concern, and after a few seconds, he couldn't help but speak: "... Gatekeeper, this thing ......."

Agatha slowly turned her head and looked into the eyes of her subordinates, "If someone suddenly tells you that some ancient god-like being has descended into the city-state as a physical entity, and the way to walk on earth is to go to the Civic Help Center and rent a two-story house with a terrace..... How would you react?"

「..... I will seek counselling from the nearest church or consult a reputable psychiatrist." The black-clad guard said honestly.

"You're right, but unfortunately I'm already the spokesperson of the city-state's highest-level church, and the psychiatrist can't solve the problem of the arrival of the old gods," Agatha sighed, slowly putting away the letterhead, "Everything is important, and everything must be prioritized...... Alas."

She looked up at the place mentioned in the intel, Oak Street.

It was exactly the direction in which the strange blonde woman who had no breath or heartbeat just now left.

Nina excitedly ran around the house, then went back into the kitchen, studying the utensils that were noticeably better than Prand's.

Shirley and Dog wander around the living and dining rooms on the first floor, pretending to "inspect" the place, occasionally stopping to make a mockery of the surrounding furnishings.

The two of them had been on the Lost for so long, they had already suffocated.

Aye landed on a table not far away, buried in a pile of chips - it was the day he munched on his food.

Duncan sat on the couch in the living room, smiling at the scene — though all his smiles were muffled by thick bandages, but standing

Vanna, who was next to him, inexplicably had a feeling... At this moment, Captain Duncan's eyes are like a kind old father.

Vanna quickly shook her head, put aside the somewhat outrageous association, and looked at the two girls (and the dogs) who were running around the house.

"There's an empty room upstairs, it's for you, did you just go and see it?"

"Look, see!" Nina trotted over and nodded, "Very well, it's bigger than my room in Prand!"

"This place is not bad," Shirley said, smiling brightly, "I wish I had known you had settled so well in the city-state, and you had been here two days ago—a boat was boring!" Nothing to do every day...

Duncan turned his head slowly, "I leave you enough homework every day to write for three hours—why is there nothing to do?"

Shirley suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, and instantly shrunk her neck.

"You wrote it for her?" Duncan looked down slightly, looking at the dog who was trying to hide himself in the shadows.

Ah Gou's head almost retracted into his neck: "I...... I am practicing more for myself and living up to your hard work..."

Duncan laughed—he laughed out loud, and looked very happy.

"Relax, I'm taking you over to play, I'm not here to criticize you," he said, waving his hand and glancing up at the wall clock, "Alice should be back later, it's at least an hour before dinner, Shirley should go make up for her homework, starting on page sixteen of the vocabulary book."

Shirley's mournful voice rang in the ears of Vanna and Morris for the first time in a long time.