The police station starts at 9 a.m.

Sergeant Owa had been at the door of the police station since eight o'clock in the morning, and he was waiting for Pedi.

But he didn't expect that the wait would be two hours, otherwise he would not have stood at the door stupidly like a doorman, making passers-by roll their eyes.

When Pedi slowly appeared in Sergeant Owa's field of vision, it was almost ten o'clock, and he reminded Pedi with a dark face, "Sir, the working time stipulated by the law is nine o'clock, nine o'clock in the morning. ”

"I've been patrolling our precinct since half-past eight, and the guards at the security booths can testify. Pedi said with a flustered face.

Sergeant Owa looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "Okay, but today we have more important things than patrolling." ”

"What's the matter?" asked Pedi casually, then walked through the gates of the sheriff's office.

"Sir Scott's case, he and his apprentice's mother came at seven o'clock, and have been waiting for you at the sheriff's office for three hours. Sergeant Owa followed behind Pedi.

"Why are you waiting for me?" said Peddy, heading straight to his office, "since Sir Scott has promised compensation, all he needs is a police officer to supervise him, and you don't even have to show up. ”

"But—" Sergeant Owa glanced at the guards passing by, but stopped talking.

When Pedi walked into his office, the sergeant hurriedly followed, and then closed the door with his backhand, "Sir, we should talk." ”

"I have time at all times, sergeant. Pedi sat down on his buckskin couch and motioned for Owa to sit down.

Sergeant Owa shook his head to reject Pedy's kindness, and he stood straight next to the office door, "I need your permission, sir, I want to investigate the dagger, but it's hard to find any useful clues just because of the authority in the south of the city. ”

"I personally support it, Sergeant," said Pedi and shook his head.

Owa interrupted Pedi, "I need this opportunity, sir! I'm not like you, I have a decent family, I'm just the son of a farmer, and you should know that there is no way to go any further without a special contribution in my capacity." ”

"Actually, being in a high position is not necessarily a good thing, sergeant. ”

"But poverty and hunger are not good either, sir, I just want to go a little further. Owa had a frenzied persistence on his face, a complete departure from his usual calm and old-fashioned appearance.

Looking at Owa at the moment, Peidi also put away his jokes, he sat upright in his office chair, looked directly into Owa eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to check?"

"Sure!" Owa replied quickly.

"Then, sergeant, you have got what you want," said Pedy, "but this case is tentatively defined as an ordinary murder, and the death of the apprentice is the basis for the case. ”

"Of course, that's what I thought. Ova's face flushed.

Pedi picked up a random book next to him, flipped through a few pages, and said, "Remember, I don't want this case to involve me..."

"Understood!" Owa nodded in agreement, "Thank you, sir. ”

"I'm not done yet, sergeant. Pedi found the bookmark and lay flat in his chair, "Don't forget to write the report, I have to read it every day... Also, if there's a major clue, it's best not to act lightly, I think you can understand what that means. ”

"Of course, sir. ”

Sergeant Owa is not a fool, he knows that if he really finds a clue, it is when it is time to report, and it is not the work of smart people to act privately, and the story of saving the world by one person only appears in dramas and phone stories.

Moreover, even if it succeeds, the people at the headquarters will not be happy, but if it fails, the consequences will be very serious.

When Owa came out of Pedy's office, he went straight to the room where Sir Scott and the apprentice's mother were entertained, and Sir was arguing.

The apprentice's mother, visibly frightened, trembled her hands, and even thought that the guards had taken a bribe from the nobleman and were about to dispose of her, although the guards told her that she could get a sum of money, but she did not believe it until fifty golden coins were placed in front of her eyes.

The guards arranged by Owa are all experienced old men, and although they are greedy for so much money, they are more afraid of the family law of the guard department, because they have seen too much.

Owa was more focused on Sir Scott, a member of the Guard, who was a member of the Jean family, but who was able to collect fifty gold coins in just half a day, and at the same time went out for so long two days in a row, which was suspicious enough.

Owa had prepared an identical dagger, and when he took it out and handed it to Sir Scott, he took one look at it and put it in his arms, and then hurried away.

The sergeant did not stop it, and the exchange of daggers had already made it clear, and the knight was just a runaway, and although he liked the dagger, he did not care about the specifics of the dagger, and he did not even know how to distinguish the real from the fake.

A strange smile flashed across the sergeant's face, and he whispered in the ear of the guard next to him. Then his eyes fell on the apprentice's mother, who was staring blankly at the pile of gold coins on the table.

"Ma'am, if you don't want anything to go wrong, I'd suggest you hire two bodyguards first, and you're paying a fraction of the pile of coins. Owa may have felt a little guilty about the mother, and he planned to have two guards protect her for a while.

......

After settling the dispute, Owa took the dagger to a tavern called 'Manville' on East Red Willow Street in the Imperial Capital.

The owner of this tavern is a Klan Leader named Archier, who is also a secret agent trained by the Security Service, and of course has another identity - one of several snakeheads in the black market under the Imperial Capital.

When Sergeant Owa had no money to pay the bill after spending two silver coins and thirty-three copper coins in the small box, the entire tavern resounded with the piercing roar of the boss Achill: "Damn poor devil, this is not a place to eat and drink for nothing. ”

A few seconds later, a lean middle-aged man walked into the box, and when he saw Owa he lowered his voice and said, "Hey, boy, old customer, don't do it every time, you can just find me, that's two silver coins, two!"

As he spoke, he gestured with his right hand, full of jewels, to the amount of the money.

"You can buy these things for a maximum of twenty copper coins outside, and you won't lose much money, Mr. Achill. ”

Owa was so serious that Achill grabbed him wildly, and he finally sighed, and then said weakly, "So, sergeant, what do you need my help with this time?"

Owa didn't talk nonsense, and took out the purple wood box from his bosom and opened it.

A finely crafted dagger immediately attracted Achill's attention, but instead of holding it in his hand to observe, he frowned and asked, "You also came to investigate the case of the assassination of the deputy minister of the military department?"

"It's not. Owa heard something else from the other man's words, "What? A dagger can make you think of that case?"

"Recently, a lot of agents with all kinds of daggers have come here to ask for directions, even more than prostitutes, and I am worried that this stronghold will be exposed. Achill stared at the dagger with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"I'm not here to investigate the case of the military department, I don't have permission, this dagger is the murder weapon in a murder case in the south of our city, a poor blacksmith apprentice was stabbed to death by this dagger, his mother had been making trouble in our police station all day, I had to come. Owa said half-truthfully.

"Really?" said Achill, apparently not convinced, but he wouldn't ask too much, "then, for the poor apprentice and his mother, let's take a look at the dagger." ”

As he spoke, Achill picked up the dagger and took out a magnifying glass that he carried with him, observing the texture and material of the blade, "The best steel, the steel of the dwarves, and the forging technology is excellent, there are few weapons of such quality in the black market... Well, the magic circle is not bad, it is obviously not something that some magic apprentice can delineate, this is from the hand of an official magician. ”

"I just want to know who the owner of this weapon is, tell me where I can find the person who forged it?" Owa didn't care at all about the workmanship of the dagger.

"The town of Tyre. "There was a blacksmith named Yavis there, and he probably knew where the dagger came from... After all, such a good black goods are still rare, and I'm sure the murderer must be a rookie, and veterans rarely use this weapon to commit crimes. ”